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up the room. His dark hair and eyes were the same as they were in every life, and I ached to reach my hand out and touch his tanned face.
    ‚Lucan.'
    His name somehow formed on my tongue as though it had been there all along.
    But then I was at a loss for something to say. I couldn’t tell him anything that was on my mind. As far as he knew, he was Sir Lucan, a Knight from King Arthur’s roundtable and I was Heleyne, a lady –in-waiting to Queen Guinevere. If I said anything to the contrary, he would think I had been bewitched, a fate considered worse than death here.
    ‚Yes?' he waited flirtatiously. He studied my face.
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    ‚You were going to say, ‘Yes, Lucan, my handsome amazing Knight, I would love to walk with you?' he prompted then grinned and I couldn’t help but smile. It was so good to see Cadmus alive and well. His cockiness was a trait that he retained in every single life.
    ‚Okay,' I nodded. ‚I’ll walk with you.'
    ‚Your enthusiasm is contagious, my lady,' he mumbled as he helped me rise from my chair. I beamed at him and rephrased.
    ‚Sir Lucan, I am most excited to walk with you, I assure you. You are the strongest and most handsome knight in all of the land. What woman would not be excited with your mere presence?'
    He laughed as he grasped my elbow, leaning in to whisper into my ear.
    ‚You’re a cheeky thing,' he said, before gently guiding me through the crowded room. As we passed through the heavy double doors and into the damp stone hallways, the flute playing grew muted, as did the din of voices.
    The heavy stone bricks of the palace kept the interior cool and after night fell, it actually became quite chilly. I shivered and leaned into Lucan’s warm body as we walked. I felt him grin as he tightened his arm around my shoulders.
    The green crest of Arthur Pendragon hung clearly in the massive entry hall for everyone to see and for most, it was a welcome sight. Arthur had truly given Camelot hope and had quickly become a beloved king. He was a kind, just man who had given the country something that they had previously lacked- a fair ruler. The prior king, Arthur’s biological father Uther, had ruled with fear.
    Lucan dipped his head again, his lips brushing against my ear.
    ‚I thought about you today, my lady, when I was supposed to be jousting.'
    The thought of his mind wandering while long sharp objects were trying to knock him off his horse alarmed me.
    ‚Luc, you’ve got to be careful! I have no wish to see you injured,' I chided and as I did, I once again felt as though I had never left this place, as though I had been in Camelot all along. It was so easy to pick up where I had left off and I saw now why Hecate had felt it necessary to issue a warning.
    It would be so easy to want to remain here… to brush aside all responsibility and fear from my present life and just stay here in Camelot where currently everything was perfect. But I knew all too well, that even if I didn’t remember exactly how just yet, both Lucan and I would die young and tragically here. The Fates had ensured that, time and time again. But it was so very easy to block that out when Lucan was smiling at me so vibrantly.
    ‚But where is the fun in that?' he laughed, throwing his head back. ‚Since when are you such a worrier?'
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    ‚Since… never,' I admitted. ‚I don’t usually need to. You are competent and strong. But I have no wish to see you bloodied on the field, Lucan. You’re much too pretty to be bloody.'
    I reached out and stroked his face and he leaned into my hand.
    ‚Knights are not pretty, my lady,' he said sternly, clasping me to him.
    ‚Oh?' I raised my eyebrows. ‚I beg to differ. You are both beautiful and a knight, so you are wrong. Knights can be pretty.'
    We stepped out of the palace doors and into the lush grass walkway that led up to the palace gardens. Dew was already forming on