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The Rise of Camelot’s Forgotten Queen
Chapter 1 (Part II)
Sleep evaded me that night. Each time my eyes closed, visions of the Lady of the Lake’s solemn expression and her unsettling words returned, keeping rest just beyond reach. Arthur lay quietly beside me, his soft breaths a gentle comfort amid my restless thoughts.
Before dawn, I abandoned any hope of sleep and moved toward the open balcony. A veil of silvery mist blanketed the castle gardens, winding softly between statues and flowerbeds, swirling around ancient fountains. Camelot had never looked more tranquil, yet something felt changed — altered by destiny’s invisible hand.
“You should rest,” came a familiar voice from behind me.
Turning slowly, I saw my closest friend and confidante, Elen, standing in the doorway, concern softening her eyes. Her dark curls tumbled loosely around her shoulders, framing the gentle worry on her face.
“I’ve tried,” I said softly, my voice weary from the night’s turmoil. “But sleep won’t come easily tonight.”
Elen stepped closer, leaning gently against the balcony beside me. We stood quietly, the silence comfortable between friends who needed no words. Eventually, she spoke gently, breaking our thoughtful quiet.
