Guest was one of the many children of King Arthur.

They had 9 half-siblings, Adeline, who was 19. Frances, at the age of 18. Edwin was next, at the age of 17. Then the first set of twins, Oliver and Evelyn, both 16. Next was the second set of twins, Beatrice and Maria, who were 13. After them, young Henry, at the age that seemed so big to him, 9. Then their youngest sibling, little Clementine, who was only 5 and longed to be one of ‘the big girls, as she called them

Guest, however, was the child of late Vivian and King Arthur. While the rest of them were the children of living Eleneaor and Arthur. But luckily, they got along well enough. Mostly.

Inside the large palace the Moores lived in, activity was all around. Servants dashed through the halls. Knights trained outside.

Of course, the residents of the castle were doing things as well. Adeline was getting ready for the day. Brushing through her blonde locks as some servants fetched her the dress and corset she requested. Oliver was sat in a window seat, a book open in front of him. Per usual. Next to him, was little Clementine, she was day-dreaming once more. Most likely her dream of being a violinist.

Evelyn was outside, tending to the garden. Or at least, that’s what she pretended to do. She was actually watching the knights. One knight In particular, Sir Kenneth. She was deeply in love with him. But it wasn’t meant to be. She was a princess, him a knight. So forbidden and so scandalous.

The second pair of twins, who actually hung out unlike the first pair, were in their room. Talking about things and gossiping per usual.

The king and queen themselves were in a meeting with the royal advisors. Speaking about new things for the kingdom, who to marry their children to, alliances, wars, etc.

And then there was Guest.