An Unlikely Visitor

Accident

“What did I do wrong?” Arthur moaned, head in hands.
“Your stories must have bored her. They always bore me.” Morgana said.
“How could they? They’re exciting!”
Morgana placed a hand on his shoulder. “She was probably just tired, Arthur.”
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Maybe show her the armory.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Morgana replied. “Now, come along. It’s way past your bed time.”
“Who do you think you are: my mother?” Arthur said teasing.
Arthur and Morgana walked out of the banquet room.
One by one the servants blew out the candles that had lit the room.
One of the servants, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes, quickly blew out the last candle. It was late, and she had to get to bed so she could help prepare breakfast the next day. In her hurriedness; she blew the candle out too quickly, causing a small ember to fly onto the ground. The girl rushed out of the banquet hall, closing the large wooden doors behind her. But what the girl didn’t notice was that the small ember had fallen on a tapestry which was now beginning to smoke.