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When she mentioned asking the gods for what she sought, Arthur grinned slightly. He believed in one god his entire life, though he knew of pagans and the like who believed in many. Perhaps she was one of them, or perhaps there truly was more than one god ruling this strange place about which he still had so much to discover. Her exclamation of his former title hadn’t been expected, but he chuckled nonetheless at the extreme reaction. It wasn’t the first time someone had looked at him with such astonishment, and his mind flitted back to the day he was named king. As a suppressed sadness started to creep over his heart, he shoved it away. “Camelot,” he answered with a sentimental, yet kind smile. “From the land of Albion in England. She was a great kingdom, a truly magical, spectacular place, and she and her people will always hold a place in my heart.” He gestured towards |
