As I stood on the balcony, my long hair cascading over the railing like a golden waterfall, the moonlit sky over Camelot took my breath away. It was the perfect night for a little mischief. Arthur, I called softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Are you sure Merlin won’t notice we’re gone? Arthur grinned, leaning against the stone. Merlin’s so wrapped up in his books, he wouldn’t notice if a dragon flew through the Great Hall. I chuckled at the thought, wrapping my midnight blue gown adorned with star patterns around me as the cool breeze swept through. Heaven knows how long I’ve waited to see the stars over Camelot. This view is absolutely enchanting, Arthur. His eyes twinkled with mischief. You know, Jaimie Good, with your talent for bringing stories to life, it’s a wonder you haven’t tried enchanting them yourself. I laughed. Cosplaying as Rapunzel and other characters is one thing, Arthur. But casting spells? I’d need a few more lessons with Merlin for that. Arthur took my hand, drawing me closer to the edge where we could see the vast kingdom stretching below. Remember the old tales of the Lady of the Lake? I’ve always wondered if we might catch a glimpse of her here. Perhaps tonight is the night. I closed my eyes, letting the magic of the moment sink in. The calm waters glimmered under the moon, holding secrets older than time. For now, I’m content just being here, surrounded by legends. Arthur’s gaze was steady and warm. Camelot suits you, Jaimie. Maybe it’s more than just a cosplay. Maybe you belong here among the stories. Smiling, I leaned against the railing, the weight of tales and dreams around me. Perhaps, Arthur. After all, every story has a touch of truth to it, and tonight, being here with you, I feel like I am where I belong, if only for a moment.