CHESS//ARTHUR

[Alowyn of Wessex]

Alowyn ran along the wall, careful not to careen into anyone as she wove her way through the small gatherings of people. She had agreed to have a meeting with Arthur that afternoon, given that she had been out of Hadrian the last fortnight, but it was easy to say that the deposed princess had become a little distracted.

It wasn't unusual for Alowyn to watch the knights during their afternoon training, assessing their strengths and weaknesses and learning what she could of their style of weaponry training. She usually stayed out of the way, rarely noticed- but today, she had to admit, she hadn't been there to particularly learn anything. Instead, she had been hoping for a spare moment to speak to Galahad, the first time she had been able to since returning from her expedition. She still didn't really know what to make of their relationship, if she was being honest with herself, but whatever it was, she was determined to keep it going.

She had been allowed a few minutes before duty reclaimed her, and she had promised to find him again after her audience with Arthur was over so they could pick up where they left off. But even with that promise, she had been reluctant to go, and as such, she was running a bit late.

Alowyn pushed open the door to the audience room, taking in the magnificent round table the same way she always did. Upon her first time seeing it, Alowyn had not been able to understand Arthur's intent- where was the proper rectangular table, with a head? Upon learning the real reason behind the strange bit of furniture, Alowyn had been impressed. She would have never come up with so clever a way to put an end to the constant infighting and jockeying for position. It was the round table that had first let Alowyn know she could trust him.

Since Alowyn had arrived in Hadrian, she had come to respect the man she now sought an audience with. Alowyn hated the Romans as much as any of her people did, but when it came to Artorius, Alowyn was nearly as loyal to him as his knights. He had never tried to take advantage of her situation, or force her to relay information she did not feel comfortable giving. He had always treated her with the utmost respect and courtesy, even though she was technically the enemy. She wasn't sure that she could have done it, in his place- and for that, she was indebted to him.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I got a bit... distracted."

ATTIRE

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