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 spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding eye contact with Sir Kay while she was in meeting after meeting listening to the Lords complain, ask for assistance, and also size her up in only a few moments. It was an exhausting time, especially because Sir Kay was not going to let her forget that he was in the room with her.

He'd hand her water, snacks, and graze her shoulder when he was showing the Lord's out to grab another. He was a demon, and it took a lot out of Artie to make it look like none of it affected her.

Supper snuck up on her, but unlike the day before, Artie didn't feel as awkward this time. That didn't mean that she wasn't exhausted from the long day that she had today. The Lords had blended in a little more, chatting with knights and other Lords outside of their personal factions.

This is a rejection, isn't it?