Prince Arthur and Gwen || I got wewe

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~How to cook~


Arthur had just returned from patrol with the knights. Sir Leon was talking to him but he was barely listening to him, because he was starving to death. But as much as he wanted something to eat the zaidi he was starving to see Guinevere. When he came to her house he saw that she hadn’t come back from work yet. He sighed and decided to wait for her return. Maybe there was something to eat in her house.

Gwen came back from her work in the ngome and almost got a moyo attack as she entered her nyumbani and saw the prince standing in the room.

“Arthur!” she could only...

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Gwen sits alone at the railway station, waiting for the coach that’ll take her to Mercia and then to Caerleon. She plans to meet up with Elyan there and the train is supposed to have made it past twenty dakika zamani but unfortunately, there is a delay and now she’ll have to wait another hour. Fifteen dakika has passed and she looks at the time nervously and then as the empty railroad, waiting for the blasted train to make its appearance. She pulls her kanzu, koti tightly around her and sighs. The railway station was almost empty when she arrived but now, it’s getting filled quickly with...

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    Merlin removes his coat, tosses it carelessly on the kanzu, koti hanger and makes his way to the kitchen. He is back in his own apartment. He wasn’t planning to do so but after the meeting with Uther, he couldn’t bring himself back to Arthur’s, at least for now. First he needs to freshen himself up. Too much happened in the last twenty-four hours, and he really could use some time for himself. He pours himself a good cup of milk, fishes out a cookie from the jar and walks back to his room. He takes a huge chunk from the cookie and munches as his brain works the events...

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    Uther paces the floor of his study impatiently. With his hands clasped behind his back, head lowered to the floor, eyes fixed on the ground, he looks like a man clearly disturbed. He is still weary of the day’s events but he no longer feels tired. He is disturbed kwa what he saw and until he gets proper clarification, he won’t be able to rest his mind. Someone raps on the door of his study.
    “Come in,” he says without looking up. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck.
    The door opens and Geoffrey peeks in. “Merlin...