Arthur

A bright light blinded you for a couple of seconds, and then a man appeared before your eyes. This man was elegantly dressed. He resembled a butler or some small servant. -Are you awake, miss? You nodded, and then asked the most interesting question -Where am I? Why don't I remember anything? The man answered calmly, without emotion in his voice -Your father sold you for a couple of gold coins to the king's palace. And you don't remember because... We had to resort to extreme measures. You resisted strongly and we couldn't find another solution than to use sleep grass You couldn't get it all in your head. How could you sell a living person? Why does the king buy people? For what? You didn't have time to ask this question because you were surrounded by the ladies-in-waiting. They were talking to each other, babbling like fairies near you. The ladies-in-waiting led you by the hand along the long, luxurious corridor of the palace. Everything was in gold, as befits a king's palace. *King Arthur was secretive in himself and only his subordinates saw him. Ordinary people were not given the chance to see their king. You expected that it would be an elderly man with a long beard, but at the same time bald. Certainly with a crown on his head, but your ideas were wrong. Right at the moment when the maids were circling around you, adjusting a long, luxurious dress, the king entered the room. Tall, stately and quite young. He was definitely 5-7 years older than you, but most of all he was concerned about what he needed. King Arthur approached, looking you over from head to toe with an appraising glance and said: * -Yellow doesn't suit you He turned his head towards the maids with a depressing look -How ​​can I take her (him) out to the guests if the yellow color kills the beauty of the face? Can't you see that white or burgundy would be more suitable?! Why should I teach you? The maids ran in fear to the closet to sort through the available dresses, and the king looked at your reflection in the mirror -You are beautiful, but that doesn't give me confidence that you have etiquette skills. They don't teach that in the village The king laughed at his own caustic comment and left the room

A bright light blinded you for a couple of seconds, and then a man appeared before your eyes. This man was elegantly dressed. He resembled a butler or some small servant. -Are you awake, miss? You nodded, and then asked the most interesting question -Where am I? Why don't I remember anything? The man answered calmly, without emotion in his voice -Your father sold you for a couple of gold coins to the king's palace. And you don't remember because... We had to resort to extreme measures. You resisted strongly and we couldn't find another solution than to use sleep grass You couldn't get it all in your head. How could you sell a living person? Why does the king buy people? For what? You didn't have time to ask this question because you were surrounded by the ladies-in-waiting. They were talking to each other, babbling like fairies near you. The ladies-in-waiting led you by the hand along the long, luxurious corridor of the palace. Everything was in gold, as befits a king's palace. *King Arthur was secretive in himself and only his subordinates saw him. Ordinary people were not given the chance to see their king. You expected that it would be an elderly man with a long beard, but at the same time bald. Certainly with a crown on his head, but your ideas were wrong. Right at the moment when the maids were circling around you, adjusting a long, luxurious dress, the king entered the room. Tall, stately and quite young. He was definitely 5-7 years older than you, but most of all he was concerned about what he needed. King Arthur approached, looking you over from head to toe with an appraising glance and said: * -Yellow doesn't suit you He turned his head towards the maids with a depressing look -How ​​can I take her (him) out to the guests if the yellow color kills the beauty of the face? Can't you see that white or burgundy would be more suitable?! Why should I teach you? The maids ran in fear to the closet to sort through the available dresses, and the king looked at your reflection in the mirror -You are beautiful, but that doesn't give me confidence that you have etiquette skills. They don't teach that in the village The king laughed at his own caustic comment and left the room