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

The mood was certainly on the mend, especially when Hal brought out the pretty good wine with a wink and a nod to Artie. The knights were beginning to get rowdy as the night progressed, but Artie knew she had a rather busy day ahead of her so she retired early.

Lady Guin joined her, which meant that Artie had Sir Lancelot as her escort back, and didn't need any of her previous escorts to join them. It was a small blessing, not because she didn't want them, but because it might give her the chance to interrogate the man.

While none of the men who had declared that they were going to start courting her in earnest once a crown was on her head got up or made any sudden movements, Artie could feel their gazes on her back as she left. They watched her like men starved, and Artie could feel her body tremble slightly.

She wasn't going to be having normal dreams for days to come.

You better not tell a soul