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[ as the video flickers on, you can see a lovely, pale woman, poking at the screen as if she's trying to get the thing to work and her eyes widen when she realizes that the device is, in fact, working. despite the flush to her cheeks, her expression turns more diplomatic a moment later.]

Faeries and imps, what a wonder. I never thought them to be real, only the thing of storybooks and to keep children from wandering the forest. [ her smile turns wry for a moment as she glances off camera towards the fairy in her room.

there's a pause in her speech as she murmurs a soft word of thanks to said fairy who brought her to her rooms] I suppose I ought to accept that I am no where near Nemeth or Camelot. However if there are any from my home, if you could step forward and make yourself known... I am Princess Mithian of Nemeth and I wish to find a way to send a message to my kingdom, if it is at all possible. [ you can catch so much more with honey.] I fear there will be a rather desperate search party sent out, if I do not return soon.

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[knightscode]

[ Lancelot is so startled by the mention of Nemeth and Camelot that he actually forgets to be a wreck for five minutes. Good distraction, Mithian! ]

My lady -- what court has called to you? I am a knight of Camelot, if you have need of my aid here my sword will be yours -- but I fear you will not be returned home as soon as you wish.

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[ one charming distraction comin' right up.] I was afraid of that.

[ however she looks relieved just by the sheer mention of a knight of camelot.] I am a guest of the Seelie court. [ although the wry way she says it is proof that she hardly considers this a visit so much as a strange imprisonment.]

May I ask the name of my would be savior? [ it's said with only a little humor but mostly genuine gratitude.]

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[knightscode]

Forgive me -- I am Lancelot, and counted among the Seelie court as well. Where do you find yourself? I am happy to come to your side, if it pleases you.

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Sir Lancelot. Your name is familiar to me, I think. [ although it was only mentioned in passing. lucky for him, stupid evil canon there was no elaboration to it. undoubtedly his reputation in camelot at the time of her visit was not entirely the best.]

I am in a garden near my chambers. [ she twists her locket to show him. it had taken some time to learn the mechanics of the thing.] But please, don't trouble yourself if you have other obligations, I'm perfectly alright. [ although the company of someone, a knight especially, would be comforting.]

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[knightscode]

Do you mean the bailey, perhaps? The courtyard area? Or somewhere else? It is no trouble -- I would rather see you safe than anything else, I swear it.

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If you insist, Sir Lancelot. [ the smile she offers now is teasing but grateful at the same time, somehow.] Although I am assure you I am quite safe in... [ she pauses to assess which of where he says she is.] The courtyard, yes. But I wouldn't turn down the company nor would I keep you from what you feel is your duty. I will wait here and perhaps you can escort me to the feast?

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[knightscode]

It would be an honour. I will be with you promptly.

[ With that he closes his locket, makes a vague attempt to make himself look tidy and makes his way down to the courtyard. Lancelot still looks tired, worn down by life, almost as if he has no slept properly in some time. Once he spots her he offers her a small smile regardless and inclines his head in a small bow.]

Lady Mithian, it is a pleasure to meet you -- although the circumstances could be better, I understand.

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[ The man who meets her looks... exhausted. It takes a lot for her not to greet him with a worried frown. She may not know him but if he is a knight of Camelot then he is, undoubtedly, a good and honorable man. Arthur only surrounded himself with the best of men. And to see someone so worn out is sad but unsettling. What does this place do to people?]

Sir Lancelot. I am relieved to have your company. [ She inclines her head gently, folding her hands in front of her.] I suppose this place isn't as lovely as it seems, then? [ If his words and the state of him are any indication.]

[knightscode]

And I pleased for yours, so much as I regret that you must be taken from your home to achieve it. This place is at war, Lady Mithian, and no war can be claimed a good circumstance to find one in. Come; let me escort you, and you may ask any questions you wish along the way. I will answer to the best of my knowledge.

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[ she moves to stand near him, although she won't take his arm unless he offers it. smiling softly, she tilts her head in indication that she is ready to go. ] I do have a few questions.

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[ He offers it as soon as she is close enough, inclining his head in answer. ]

Then ask away. I have been here some months now, myself. If nothing else I may be able to point you to those better qualified to answer than myself.

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[ she takes his offered arm with a grateful smile. it's difficult to pretend to feel steady when you've been taken from all you know.] How long have you been here? [ she glances down for a moment.] And is the situation so bad that I should be worried? Or perhaps even arm myself?

[knightscode]

Perhaps five or six, I suppose, were I to count the months. Forgive me, I have not kept exact count. You can be sure, however, that I will do everything I can to see you safe. No harm will come to you so long as I draw breath, Lady Mithian, nor anyone who stays here in Caer Glaem.

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[ her expression is somehow both tender and impressed as he makes his vow.] My goodness, Lancelot. How can I ever return such a favor? I must say that the inhabitants of this castle are lucky to have you as their protector. I hope they know that.

[knightscode]

[ Mph. He drops his eyes at the flattery, abashed. ]

I am a knight, it is my duty to serve and protect. I swore a vow, and I will hold to it.

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I have no doubt, given you are a knight of Camelot. I would imagine that you are beyond reproach. [ she smiles even wider upon seeing how humble he is.] Although I must say it's refreshing to see a knight so humble, so many of them are braggarts by trade. Although I suppose that is a part of their armor as much as any chainmail.

[knightscode]

[ He considers this, glances sideways at her and almost seems to draw himself up a fraction as he lifts his head. Lancelot is proud, after all, of having earned his title. ]

The values of Camelot and the Seelie Court are not so dissimilar. When I was sworn in as a knight of Camelot I swore to fight with honour -- for freedom, for justice, all that is good. So it is for the Seelie court too, and the oath I swore here. A knight is sworn to valour. My heart knows only virtue. My blade defends the helpless. My might upholds the weak. My word speaks only truth. My wrath undoes the wicked. There is no room for ego in this.

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[ The look she gives him is one of deep respect, perhaps even a little awe.] Those vows are beautiful. [ Patting his arm, gently, she offers him a smile in hopes of seeing one from him in return.] And I promise never to accuse your ego of coming into it.

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[ He feels a little awkward, suddenly, for his moment of intensity. Lancelot drops his eyes self-consciously, carries on leading her. ]

They are to me also. It was all I ever wanted, to become a knight. To see an end to tyranny.

[ Perhaps this is... too much, however. She probably is not interested in all this. ]

The -- great hall is just through here.

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[ His intensity is nothing to be ashamed of. She admires it greatly. And she notices the shift in his expression.] And you have had your dream realized. You are very fortunate in that. And quite obviously deserving. [ If he takes it so seriously.]

I can imagine being a knight of Camelot must have been exciting. I must confess I used to envy my father's knights. I would watch from the castle as they trained. It took many months of convincing for them to train me with a bow and to take me on hunts.

[knightscode]

You can hunt?

[ His eyes widen a little, a touch surprised but also curious. ]

That is a useful skill to have. There is a hunt going on currently, a ritual of sorts. It is said the victor gets great acclaim and reward. Perhaps you might contend?

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I love to hunt, as a matter of fact. [ she offered him a smile at his surprise.]

Is there? Perhaps I will, although I do not have a bow of my own.

[knightscode]

I have no doubt the armoury would provide one, Lady Mithian, if you asked it of them. Here --

[ He rounds the corner toward where the feast is being held, offers her a small smile as he gestures in. ]

I hope they will have something to your taste.

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[ she can hear and smell the feast before they even come upon it, as both senses are stimulated, she finds comfort in the familiarity of it. she glances at him.]

Thank, Sir Lancelot. If I am keeping you...

[knightscode]

Not at all. It has been some time since I have spoken to someone from Camelot, so please -- allow me to sit with you. I am content to continue to answer some more questions of yours if you only allow me the pleasure of your company.

[ He inclines his head a little, moves to draw a chair out for her. Lancelot can never be anything less than the perfect gentleman. ]