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[Isabel Bennett]

The last thing she remembered was giving the future king a piece of her mind before collapsing on the ground beneath her in pain. The ground was quite rough as Isabel’s side came in contact with the hard surface, her hip and right arm getting the full impact of the fall. Those were some wounds she would feel later on when she woke up, that was for certain.

Was it from the lack of food and water that Isabel hadn’t had since she arrived or was it all the standing around and arguing with Arthur that caused her to black out? She could feel all of a sudden being lifted off the ground and carried away. Isabel tried to open her eyes but she was too weak to do so and slipped back into unconscious once again.

After some time had passed;;

Waking up slowly, Isabel felt the cold ground underneath her as she pushed her body to an upright position aggravating her hip and right arm more. Shooting pain went through her body, causing Isabel to cringe and look down at the cause of the problem to see her dress had been torn multiple times across the hip and sleeve. She could already see a bruise forming on her hip before looking up, wondering where the hell she was and how long had she been this dungeon for?

[Arthur Pendragon]

Perhaps it was bad, but the Crowned Prince had completely forgotten about the prisoner that had been put into the dungeon earlier. It was not that he was putting so many in that he could not remember who was in there and who was not, but there had been far more pressing issues as per usual. Merlin was still being incompetent, and whilst that was not the reason for his absence, it certainly did not help matters. Rather, the real reason was because he had had to see his father, and then to see a few Knights who needed a bit of help. It was the latter that had kept him, since he had expressed to all of his Knights that they could seek him out whenever they needed, as long as they had a valid and proper reason. In any case, they just needed a few instructions on how to handle their sword better, and he had obliged since it did not take much to give them the proper advice.

After that, he had returned to his room and had barely just sat down when he recalled the scene from earlier that day, and realised that he had left the girl in the dungeon. However, Arthur was not concerned at all since he knew his guards and whoever then was watching her would not let her come to any harm, or indeed allow for her escape. Since she was in good hands, he had decided to wait an hour so that he could relax for a moment, before going down to see her. In this time he read over a few things, decided on a brief schedule for the next day since it was always changed anyway, and had a small snack of a couple of chicken legs since he had not had chance to eat before then.

When they had finished, he left so that Merlin could tidy things and so that he could go and see the prisoner. As he travelled through the dungeons, various prisoners glared at him, knowing that he was the son of the man who had put them in there. Though there were only a few who he had put in there of his own accord, he still felt rather annoyed that they would look at him in that way. Upon arriving to the front of the gate, he frowned and wondered what he should do. It was either to release her which would have been the kindlier option, or just to allow her to remain for the night. It would all depend on her behaviour. “Your horse is in the stables. I saw to it myself that a stable boy led him there” he said, sure that that would have been something she would ask.

[Isabel Bennett]

Isabel brushed a strand of her long chestnut hair away from her face as she tried to remember what happened moments before she had passed out. Memories started flooding back with Isabel remembering that she had told the prince to just throw her in the dungeons because she would rather be alone then be near him. Which was true, but why did she just agree to be thrown in here? After, a long journey from Irick to Camelot with hardly any food or water? No wonder why Isabel had fainted. But then again, she so very happy to be away from that prat Arthur that she didn’t mind being stuck in a cold and dark dungeon alone. As she looked down at her cuts, Isabel could hear commotion from the other cells. Looking up suddenly she could see Arthur himself walking towards her dungeon causing Isabel to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Uh thank you.”Isabel replied after he had told her Spirit was now safe in the stables. But couldn't help but stare at the prince, somewhat confused as to why he was here.

This post has been edited by Isabel Bennett on Oct 10 2009, 03:57 PM

[Arthur Pendragon]

Waiting in silence for her to beg to be released and to be flinging herself at his feet for forgiveness, the Prince merely folded his arms when she merely stared at him and did not give anything in response. It was to be expected he supposed that she would not behave like a normal prisoner who had been scolded by the Kingdom’s Prince and instead just sit there in silence, staring at him and the only communication received about that stupid horse. If he himself was in her position well... he could remember being in her position, even if he was sure that his father had made sure that he at least received fresh hay. The food was revolting however, and it was humiliating sitting in a cell when he was the Crowned Prince and not a petty criminal or insolent brat like the person in front of him was. Frowning at the thought of the experience, he turned his attention back to the girl in front of him.

“Well?” Arthur prompted, expecting her to have prepared a speech of apology. Somehow even if he did not expect her to be begging and humiliating herself like that, he still did expect for there to be some sort of conversation with her trying to persuade him to let her go free, and to forget the incident ever happened. Never the less, Arthur knew that there would be no clean slate if she persisted in not conversing with him, which was more irritating than she probably knew. But he would wait for a while longer until he announced she would be staying the night in the dungeons.

[Isabel Bennett]

“What else do you want me to say? That I am grateful for being thrown in here after fainting? I’m sorry but I’m not grateful.” Isabel says narrowing her eyes at the Prince who stood just outside of her cell. She moved her body to try and stand only to have shooting pain go through her right shoulder causing Isabel to squeeze her eyes shut and bite down on her lip waiting for the pain to subside. She opened her eyes seconds later, trying to ignore the pain as she looked up at Arthur to continue her speech.


“Why are you even here? Couldn’t you just get a guard to release me? It would have saved you the trouble of having to deal with me yourself then. After all I am only a child as you say! She added in, annoyed.

This post has been edited by Isabel Bennett on Oct 12 2009, 12:17 PM

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur merely shook his head at her insolence, and pure stupidity also. Of course he was not expecting for her to be grateful, and only a fool would have been since the dungeons were hardly a pleasant environment. That was the whole point of a dungeon that they were not nice places to be, as otherwise all of the homeless would be breaking the law so that they could have room and board for the rest of the night. Never the less, he turned his attention back to his current prisoner who seemed to really not understand why she was there. He still didn’t believe that she had fainted at any rate, and if she was trying to pull at his heart strings through such declarations then she was sadly mistaken. It would take far more than that for him to feel guilty about locking her up, and in truth he was not expecting to either. She was in there for a reason, and so would remain there until she could show herself to be a respectful visitor to Camelot.

“You do realise that I am the Prince of Camelot don’t you? And that one day this dungeon you are languishing in will be mine?’’ he asked, annoyingly he presumed. Never the less, he always did enjoy rubbing it in people’s faces that he was the most powerful person under thirty in the Kingdom, and always would be. It made him proud he supposed that he was in a position of such high prestige. “Only, you seem to be speaking to me like I am just a stable boy. I was expecting an apology regardless, and was hoping you would not be so foolhardy as to carry on with your rudeness. Though it looks like you want to remain a simpleton, and in this dungeon as a result.’’

A small look of frustration came onto Arthur’s face as she asked what he was doing there. “I was assessing whether you were fit to be freed and would not carry on behaving like this. I didn’t come down here to free you at all, even if the thought did cross my mind. But it appears you will be spending the night here instead. I think they are serving a stew tonight, though I would dread to think what the meat is. Apparently there was a problem in the lower city with stray dogs, but that seems to have cleared up now” he replied, a smirk replacing his initial frustrated expression.

[Isabel Bennett]

“My god...I am so sorry I didn’t even know you were the Prince of Camelot. The thought of you being the son of King Uther never occurred to me.” Isabel replied sarcastically, keeping a straight face while doing so. Can this guy have any more of an ego? He is not even sympathetic in the slightest to her well being, he could at least ask how she was. Isabel has a fiery nature that was for sure, but she is no damsel in distress and by no means was she trying to pull at his heart strings. Couldn’t he just show a little concern over her current situation? Isabel pushed herself off the dirty ground with her good arm, and took a few steps closer so that she was now standing in front of Arthur.

“I really do not care who you are, I treat people as I see them. Once you start treating me with a little respect, I will do the same for you. I understand my punishment, and I am willing to do the time but do not treat me as a child as you continue to do.” She says cradling her right arm, ignoring the last comment he made about stray dogs and stew.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Allowing for her words to pass him, Arthur knew that there was no chance of him getting any respect or apology off of her. It was a difficult situation for him. On the one hand, he knew that throwing people in dungeons was hardly a nice thing to do, and he himself had loathed it. Yet, surely if he was to be an effective leader he had to make sure people respected him as well. How could anyone respect him if he allowed for people who had shouted at him and made him look a fool on the streets? They wouldn’t, and in that sense he understood why his father was harsh even if he himself believed him to be too much so. Sighing, he considered a moment longer.

On the one hand, he wanted for her to be released so that he could continue with what he thought right. The Prince believed in treating everyone with some level of respect, some more so than others of course as otherwise there was no point in having a King at all, but still with a decent level. He did not think he had been too disrespectful towards her, even if she herself seemed to think that he had. However, there was still the risk of him letting her free when he knew that some guards would have overheard them speak and would expect for her to receive some sort of punishment. He would seem weak if he did not, for justice was only deserved of those who were respectful and conformed with everyone else. His ideology was confusing in this situation he knew, which was what was frustrating him. If Merlin had said it then it would most likely just be met with an equally disrespectful jibe and that would be the end of it. But she was not Merlin, even if she was a woman... It was all too confusing for him since he appreciated the need to discipline people. It was just finding the right balance between firmness and kindness to ensure you were respected.

The Prince supposed he could always ask his father to resolve the issue, but then he doubted the man would appreciate it very much. No doubt he would say that he should cope with his own problems and not have to rely on his intervention. There seemed to be little choice left other than to decide whether he would be firm, or kindly towards her. His sarcastic comments had been there to spur some sort of reaction from her to make the decision easier. The problem was that he thought the punishment was wrong since the dungeons fitted a useful purpose. It was whether it was just in the situation. Another prolonged sigh escaped him. Arthur was getting the feeling he was going round in circles with his thoughts.

[Isabel Bennett]

Isabel stared at the young prince; she really didn’t mean to be so rude towards him but if she had a little respect from Arthur she wouldn’t have been so feisty towards the man. The truth was she found Arthur rather interesting; he didn’t act like all the other young princes she had come across. Sure he came across as an egotistical prat at times and he could frustrate her to no end but under that exterior was a heart of gold, she was sure of it. She just had to dig a little harder to find it that was all. Isabel could tell Arthur was contemplating on what to do with her next, which made a small smile appear on her face. Maybe he does care, even if it’s only a small part of him that cared about her well-being. Upon realizing she was smiling, she quickly looked away from him and focused her attention on her injured arm she was cradling.

What was wrong with her? Arthur was nothing more than a conceited jerk! Why must she always try and find the good in everyone? Maybe she was just like all those other girls who fell for him after all? Isabel shook her head at that thought, she did not like him. No she wouldn’t allow herself to.