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[h2]The Docks & Royal Courtyard ~ Camelot, Albion[/h2][/center]

Things here were just so strange… so different… and though while the pleasures of Rome were sorely going to be missed during her time in Albion, she knew for a fact that Camelot had much to offer in its own way. Bringing her hands together over her lap once she was comfortable within her seat, her ankles crossing over one another as she allowed her gaze to wander away and out the window, her dark gaze slowly gliding over everything that she could see before finally, it settled upon the figure of a young blond man that was stood within the crowd of onlookers, his attention (much like the rest) caught by the arrival of the Roman ship which seemed to stand tall above the rest of those which lined the docks- so maybe Camelot had a bit more to offer than she had first thought… if that was true, and her eyes were given ample time to moon at such pleasures as the one caught in her sights at this moment, then her stay might just be that little more bearable.

“Gratitude sister; however I fear that you should not make such convictions so hastily.”

Frowning slightly at her brother’s words in regards to her own about going back to their homeland as soon as they possibly could, Seppia flicked her attention away from the man who had caught her attention for only a moment so that she could watch Seppius as he climbed up to join her within the confines of the carriage, the young Roman girl only allowing her beautiful dark eyes to remain upon her brother’s figure for the briefest of seconds before once more letting them stray out the window and back to the blond as the carriage shifted and began to move forwards and away from the dock, a small though slightly amused smile playing over her soft features, “Maybe I have been… hasty in my persecution of this Kingdom; it seems that Camelot has sights just as pleasing to the eye as our dear Rome- however, one flame cannot compare to the beauty that is returning home.”

“While your intention to return us once more to the sands of Rome is noble; I regret to inform you that not all upon this trip shall be able to do just that.”

“You think me stupid..?” Finally managing to tear her gaze away from the blond who had managed to catch her eye from afar, she slowly turned her attention back over to where her brother sat opposite, her brow quirking lightly as though to push the point that she was indeed more observant than he seemed to want to give her credit for- is was more than clear that not all who had made the journey from Rome would be returning… this tournament was one without rules; and much like fights held within the coliseum, death was something to be expected, “I am well aware of the potential fate of the gladiators in which we have brought with us. But those who do not return shall not die in vein; they shall do so with honor, just as would happen should they face the glory and might of the coliseum.”

Considerably taken aback by her brother’s reaction to her response, confusion flickered across her gentle features, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly and turning down in an obvious frown as the sound of his amused but still rather condescending laughter began to fill the cozy confines of the carriage they were trapped within for the time being; there was something about the very sound caused her to shift uncomfortably within her seat- it was clear he believed that he knew more than she about their trip... why their father had insisted that Seppius accompany her upon what was said to have been an enjoyable few days, she was unsure- politics were something that he found to be enticing; however, a show of faith, and to lay on the charm required that of a woman’s touch.

“I must not have been clear enough; for you see, you misunderstand intent.”

"Misunderstand..?” Unable and unwanting to hide the rather amused smirk that played over her soft pink lips as she thought about his words, Seppia quirked her eyebrow in interest, her head tilting ever so slightly in curiosity of what it was that he believed she did not understand about their trip to Camelot- it was nothing more than a show of friendship between Uther and Augustus; though when her father was unable to attend, he had made sure to send her in his place; it was part of her duty, however with her brother’s strange behavior… she was beginning to think that there might be something more to it, “Oh Seppius, I do believe your mind still sways with the gentle current of the ocean vast. I understand all aspects of my mission perfectly; though one which still eludes me is why father was so insistent on you accompanying me on this journey.”

“Oh my dear sister…” Shifting himself in his seat ever so slightly so that he was instead sitting upon the edge with his elbows resting upon his knees, Seppius turned his full attention back over to where his sister’s beautiful figure sat watching him with a mixture of both excitement and confusion; by the Gods she looked so innocent, so… naive and adorable… Unable to help the small smirk that played over his lips, or the longing and rather lustful glint that flashed over his eyes as he sat watching her, Seppius lifted his hand up from where it had been rested over his knee, the older man gently brushing the backs of his fingers over the supple flesh of her cheek, “It is simple- my presence at your side is to ensure that you fulfill your every duty before I once more sail back to mighty Rome.”

“Y-You jest, Seppius...” The feeling of his fingers softly caressing against her lightly pink-tinged cheek… the playful glint sparkling within his dark eyes as he admired her figure in that manner… the very thought of it caused shivers to run down her spine as she did all that she could to concentrate on what it was that he was actually saying to her, rather than on what it was that he was physically doing, “I was not under the impression that you should be setting sail for home sooner than journeys end. However, if duty calls for your aid, then I look forward to being able to gaze upon your features upon my return.”

“Oh, indeed I shall be departing for Rome once you perform what it is that is needed of you; though I regret to inform that you, along with your slaves and gladiator, shall not be returning to the sands.”

Shooting her eyes open the very moment that she had heard the words fall from between his lips, Seppia lifted her attention back up to where he sat opposite, her hand coming up to quickly remove his hand from her cheek as the thought of his touch now was soon to bring nausea- he had to be jesting... she had spent her whole life grown and raised within Rome; she knew nothing beyond that world… to be cast out and thrown into a world so contrasting to her own… it wasn’t something she even wished to think on- there was something going on in which she hadn’t been told of; something big that was now to impede upon her life and the way in which she lived, “Speak now. What is it you know? What has father told you that he has not conferred to me?”

“Your place as of journey’s start is right here within the walls of Camelot… standing side, and providing heir to your husband to be… Arthur Pendragon.”

“Husband..!?” Lifting her hand up from her lap to instead press it into her chest as though in an attempt to still her ever quickening heart, Seppia couldn’t help but to take a moment to herself so that she could think on what it was that she had just been told- so this was what they had been hiding from her all this time… she was to be wed… and not to just anyone; but to Prince Arthur himself… Suddenly finding it a little harder to breath the air within the small space they had been restricted to, she quickly turned her body within her seat, her back facing her brother’s figure as she brought her hands up to rest upon the frame of the window; the young woman pausing only when the sight of the carriage still moving caught her attention once more, “..arranged marriage..? And to the Prince of another nation..? How could you do this to me, Seppius… you know that this is not what I wish for; I want to be able to have say, and to choose my future husband…”

“It is already done… not to mention it is your duty, Seppia; I will hear none of this. You are to marry the Prince; and you shall fulfill each and every little thing required of you, including providing Arthur with as many heirs that he could wish for. Do I make myself clear..?”

Remaining in complete silence as the carriage took a turn into the courtyard, and began to slow down to a stop in front of the steps and in turn, the small group whom had assembled to greet them on their arrival to Camelot- this was it… there was no getting out of this… Turning back around so that she was sitting properly within her seat as the carriage rocked due to the driver climbing down from his place, she took just another moment to herself before finally, she nodded her head lightly up and down in response to what he had said, letting her brother know that she understood just what it was that he had said to her.

“..I understand…”
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