Years ago, when Sir William renamed himself, it shocked everyone—especially his graphic designer, who had just arranged the most delightful invite for William's bride-to-be. But, the graphic designer didn't have much time to worry before he was fired (much like Sir William's fiance.) Emyr Willt would have no love, he would have no pretty invites, he was to be Willt.

This ex-fiance was astonished by his sudden change in appearance the next time she approached him, which was in a small claims court in front of a judge. They both had a lawyer by their side, and she noticed his lawyer said things with a stutter.

“M-Mast-SIR sir Willt,” said the shaky little man as he looked down at his paper, “thanks you for your t-time and patience regarding the unfortunate matter, Evelyn.”

“He left me the whole damn wedding! He isn't going to pay a thing? William!” The girl shouted desperately at her ex-fiance, but he gracefully exited down the aisle and out the door on thin, spidery legs. She caught up to him outside and held him by the elbow so he would not leave.

“Willt—Master Willt, whatever they call you nowadays—What are you thinking?”

“Evelyn, this is done. You heard it from me, you heard it from a judge, you really must go.”

“This is not the aisle you promised to walk me down!” She argued, pointing back to the courtroom. “So no, it's not done! You need to explain to me something, William, something!” Willt's face barely budged as he patted her on the shoulders.

“My dear,” He said smoothly, “have you ever...read the story of King Arthur's court?”

“What does this have to do with that?”

“This has everything to do with that, my love. Which is why I have to let you go. You're a pretty thing,” He held her chin with his thumb and looked over her slowly before adding. “Someone else will surely marry you soon.”

He turned to leave her again but she followed him, ten paces behind. Evelyn was trying to come up with something else to keep him from walking away, and she was so lost in thought, that she barely had time to react when another woman aggressively pulled her into a side room by the arm and locked the door.

A strange woman with hair like a lion hovered over Evelyn's face, a little gun at her chest.