CalyB

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. 

It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. 

So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. 

Only she woke up. 

In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? 

Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. 

She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet.

In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. 

And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?

Sword in Stone

Artie had thought that it was just going to be her and a few knights and guards in the throne room while she was waiting for the Lords to arrive. She had been wrong. Several people, maids and otherwise were running around the room, getting a few of the last minute touches in for the crowning.

They didn't approach Artie of course, since she was at the end of the long room waiting on the dais since dawn for the Lords to show up. Artie had no idea when everyone was supposed to arrive, and everyone, but especially Lady Guinevere had warned her about the power plays that some of the Lords were going to attempt to pull. Especially because she was a new King, who had very few ties to any of the current Lords.

Artie didn't have a dick to measure with, but she would be more than happy to provide something similar for their personal uses. She wasn't a stranger to these kinds of games. She could play if they wanted to.

A storm rolls in