"My lord, we found these two strangers in the forest of Asher. One of them spoke of magic, but the other says that they are not witches, but that they are only lost. I thought it would be better to leave the judgment to you," Gwaine said before moving away from them a few steps.
Arthur looked at them with a cautious air for several moments before speaking "Who are you?" he asked peremptorily.
"My Lord, my name is Sarah and this is my twin, Honey," he said bowing briefly.
"Well, Sarah, you look bizarre. You're not from here, but you're at least human?" Your hair has unnatural colors.
"What? They're just... colorful, where we come from is a normal thing to do.
"And where do you come from?"
"From Tyrosh," Honey replied abruptly, earning a nasty look at her twin. How did you come up with such a ridiculous name?
"Tyrosh, did you say? It's a name I'm not familiar with," Arthur frowned on his eyebrows.
"Sarah tried to be as sure as possible but was both terrified and relieved within herself. Her sister had found an escape route.
The sovereign stood up from the stand and approached at two o'clock, looking carefully at Honey's T-shirt, on which was printed the symbol of a dragon. "What does that symbol mean?"
Sarah threw another glance, this time stealthy, at her sister and saw in her eyes the light that meant that the other wanted to kill Arthur sitting right there, she didn't like the way she was looking at her. Struck by an enlightenment, she rushed to speak again before Honey could get in trouble with her aggressive temperament, "It's the symbol of our house, we're princesses," she lied shamelessly, hoping to be convincing, and to mark it, even more, she tried to assume a proud posture.
Arthur massaged his chin with thoughtfulness, observing her again "Princesses, huh? Your ways didn't seem to be those of two ordinary people. And what's the name of your house?".
That question sent her into panic, but Honey thought about saving the situation "Stormcloack" answered with conviction, the air even more proud and arrogant than usual "We are Sarah and Honey Stormcloack, princesses of the kingdom of Tyrosh".
Sarah began to sweat cold. She understood that most likely her sister was picking up names from some of her beloved video games or fantasy books, but she didn't think they could be really convincing.
He was wrong because Arthur didn't seem to have the slightest doubt about the truth of those words. "And what are you doing here in Camelot?"
"We're lost," they both exclaimed, in chorus. At that point, coordinated as if they had previously agreed on the story to be told, and instead were inventing it on the spot, they explained to Arthur how they got there. Between a shipwrecked by misfortune whose only survivors were the two of them, and a journey through inhospitable lands and dense forests, they managed to convince the sovereign, who decided to host them as it suits two people of their rank.
When her sister was speaking, Sarah's gaze almost unknowingly crossed that of a young man with ravenous hair and the eyes of a shining blue. She stood aside, as if waiting for something, perhaps some order given the servant clothes she wore. He shyly exchanged the girl's looks, giving her small smiles, then blushing and lowering her gaze with a sort of forced reverentially.
But those short smiles caused Sarah's heart to lose a few beats.
Honey
The young woman sat cross-legged on one of the two four-poster beds that took up half of the huge room that had been specially prepared for them, the size of an apartment of their time. He had left his boots on the floor and had taken off his shirt, remaining with only his black and gray sports bra to cover his graces.
"Doesn't this whole situation seem strange to you," she asked her sister while she was distractedly flipping through Emrys' book, looking for something that could help her shed some light on that matter. It's absurd.
"I don't know how, but we are there," replied Sarah, sighing and jumping on her bed. "And then you should know, in short, you're a druid, spells and things like that are not your responsibility?
to be continued https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d9330a42fda86023a6cb900/two-twins-technology-and-witchcraft-part-8-5d9350f5a06eaf00b003965a