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"Lord Uther, Lady Ygraine," says the knight who found her, bringing Harriet forward. "I found this child wandering near the mouth of the Torrentine."

"And why have you brought her to us, Ser Percival?"

Harriet hides behind the said knight as a pair of odd-colored eyes scrutinize her rather closely.

"I brought her to you because I believe this child is lost, my lord, my lady." Ser Percival replies. "She's no more than five years of age, if I guess correctly, and has little knowledge of where she is. I asked where her parents are and she says that they are gone…and she has no other relatives to speak of."

"By gone, does the child means that they are…?" the dark-haired woman trails off, looking sympathetically at Harriet.

"Yes," the knight answers, "I believe the child is an orphan."

"Another orphan I see…" says the Lordling with ash-blonde hair and violet eyes. "You seem to have the habit of picking them up where ever you go, Ser Percival." The man comments with a hint of amusement.

"I apologize, my Lord, if you see it that way," came Ser Percival's answer. He sounds sheepish. "I can assure you that its mere happenstance that I stumble upon the child, and the other children as well, I'm not gathering these children on purpose. That I swore to you, my Lord."

"I know, Ser Perival. You have no need to defend your action." was the Lordling's reply. "You are a good man and true, Ser, and I can see that in how you show kindness to anyone who needs your help. Any other knight would have left the child in a nearby orphanage, but instead you brought her to us…"

"Thank you, my Lord. I did not want to leave the girl anywhere else, not when she certainly needs help." Ser Percival responds. "For I believe she's been abuse by someone, if the purple bruises and red welts I have seen in her arms and back are any indication."

This time, the Lady Ygraine gasps upon hearing the revelation. With a hand over her mouth, she gazes at Harriet in concern.

"If what you say is true, Ser Percival, then perhaps its only just that we find her abuser and have them dealt with. I can't even bare to think that such people are still out there after hurting such an innocent child," says Lord Uther in a dark, but ominous tone.

"Yes, my Lord. I'm going to look for them as soon as I am able, and see to it that justice is serve." Ser Percival vows.

As Harriet listens to him speak, she can only imagine him dealing with the Dursleys, and she hopes that her relatives' punishment will be severe after what they did to Harriet. If only she knows where she is currently at, the place she has escape to, because she certainly isn't in her homeland anymore. This place is so different from what she faintly recalls of her home.

"And I understand that you want her to stay in High Hermitage, along with the other children, am I correct Ser?" was Lord Uther's next question.

"Yes, my lord." Ser Percival flushes for being too obvious in his intent. "If its not too much to asks…I promise I will come to visit her and the other children, and train her if she desires it someday."

"Then, we are in an agreement." Lord Uther replies, smiling. "The child shall remain in High Hermitage alongside the children that you have brought before."

"Thank you, my Lord." The knight says, but then he suddenly straightens up when he remembers something. "However, one more thing, my Lord…"

"What is it, Ser Percival?"

The knight hesitates for a moment, glancing at Harriet.

"The child is strange," came the knight's remark while he regards Harriet's emerald eyes and her auburn hair. "She's strange, that's all."

"I don't see anything strange about her, Ser Percival." Lady Ygraine says as she directs her pale blue eyes at Harriet.

"She may look ordinary to you, my lady, but I can guarantee you that she is nothing ordinary." The knight insists, nervous all of a sudden.

"What did she do that made you think that way, Ser?" asks Lord Uther.

"I'm not quite sure, but I swore I saw her made a blood orange fly."

"Do you mean she threw a blood orange at you, Ser Percival?" the Lady Ygraine inquires, quirking her brow.

"No, not the way you think, my lady. I meant that she made a blood orange float without touching it."

Lord Uther and Lady Ygraine exchange a glance, appearing skeptical.

"I know this is hard for you to believe, my lord, my lady, but I swore I saw her do it." The knight says adamantly.

"A trick, perhaps, Ser Percival." Lady Ygraine says with reason. "She might have learnt the trick from the people who took care of her last."

"Yes, a trick." Lord Uther agrees. "A mummer's trick, I think, mayhap someone taught her that."

Ser Percival fell silent, neither agreeing or disagreeing. Yet his eyes still held the light of his belief as he gazes down at Harriet.

"Come child," The Lady Ygraine beckons her. "Come forth and let me look at you."

Harriet didn't want to but after a silent nudge from Ser Percival, she steps towards the dark-haired woman; the woman who will become a mother figure to Harriet as she grew older alongside the Dayne children of Starfall and High Hermitage.

Author's Note: Another idea that I couldn't shake. I just love Ser Arthur Dayne. Aesthetics will be coming out soon. I'm still editing it. In the meantime, please check out the old Aesthetics that I made for Ser Arthur Dayne. It's in my profile. You can also check out the other aesthetics that I made through the link in my profile, or in my other contacts. I usually post them in my twitter or tumblr account, and also my AO3 account. If you have any question, please don't hesitate to contact me.