I awoke to what sounded like a drum. It wasn't until I opened my eyes and looked around that I realized that someone was knocking on the door. Groggily getting up I wandered over to the door and opened it up. Arthur was standing there looking like he just woke up.

"Is everything okay, Arthur?" I asked.

"Yes, I was just coming to tell you that dinner is almost ready." Arthur said.

"Thank you." Replied with a yawn.

"You should probably leave the coat. It's very dirty." He said with a very tired tone.

"Of course." I replied as I began removing the coat and threw it on the bed. Arthur started to walk away in which I followed.

"I'm guessing you enjoyed your rest?" Arthur asked as we walked.

"Quite. I haven't really slept much over the past few days so I'm still catching up." I said with another yawn.

He gave a slight huff of agreement as we continued down the hall. The smell of the cold dry stone halls filled my nose and gave me a strange feeling. Near the end of the hall where it turned left there was an older woman standing with a young girl. Both of them bowed at the sight of Arthur who stopped and looked at the older woman.

The older woman looked rather pale and covered in wrinkles. Despite this her hands were callous and her skin was hard. She had white hair that was mostly kept under a bonnet like hat. Her clothes were old and stained but in good condition nonetheless. It was a mix of brown and tanned white dress and an apron.

The young girl looked to be about twelve and was dressed in a similar way as the older woman but her brown hair wasn't covered in the same fashion. She had several bruises on her arms and unlike the old ladies her hands were smooth. The clothes she wore were torn and tattered but didn't have a single stain on them.

"My liege, the maid servant you requested for the new knight of the Table has been chosen." The old woman said with a smile.

"Thank you." He said with a bow. Then the woman turned to me.

"You must be the new knight? My name is Shera and this girl here will be your new maid servant." She said to me with a smile.

"Thank you." I said to the old woman before turning to the girl.

"What's your name, little one?" I asked in the kindest way I could think of.

"Medea, Medea Avian." She said with her eyes towards the ground. I was shocked. This sweet looking little girl was that insane bitch! There was no way in hell.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Medea. I'm Micheal." I said as I extended my hand. She seemed a bit nervous and worst of all it seemed like she was scared of me for some reason.

“... Nice to… meet you..” she said with a shy tone as she cautiously shook my hand.

With the greetings out of the way the older woman bowed again before leading young Medea away. I couldn’t help but think that that child was far too afraid for it to be normal. If she was being abused around this time then it may explain why she turned out like she did. I sure hope not. If so then I’ll have to have a word with someone.

“Arthur, who was that child?” I asked.

“Medea, she was part of a witch's Coven called Avian. They were all wiped out by Saxons a year ago. She was the only survivor so we brought her in. The woman you just met is the head maid and she is currently taking care of her.” Arthur explained.

“I see, didn’t she seem a little skittish to you?” I asked.

“Yes, but she’s been like that since we took her in. However, I haven’t been around her that much so I’m not entirely sure how she usually acts anymore.” Arthur answered.