On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A mwaka zamani she had been aliyopewa a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so jay did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny kanzu, koti and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a curry, bizari comp from the ukuta and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...

I'm submitting this in chapters. This is my dream romance of Arthur and Guinevere. Just imagine that Gwen has finally picked between Arthur and Lancelot and has chosen Lancelot. Arthur being gracious has decided to go on, but feels empty. Enter a new chapter ...

The sun was rising a glorious golden on the road to Camelot. The weather was very warm for summer, and the only noises were the wind whispering to the leaves of trees running kwa the way, and the rhythmic plod of two horses-and a gari running tracks through the dry path.
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In the arena a group of knights were training under the guidance...

So, this was actually a challenge set kwa the lovely Stacey (EPaws) on the A/G spot asking everyone what they upendo about Arthur Pendragon's character. And I thought that it would make sense for me to post my own reasoning here. Considering that I tend to be long and winding with my explanations.

My upendo for any character comes from the ideals which the character tries to embody. Arthur Pendragon always strives to be noble, chivalrous, confident, courageous, etc.- traits which I would characterize him as any day. But, it must be noted that Arthur doesn't always act upon these traits. In every...

The best TV shows always have a character that becomes extra special to me. One character that I root for zaidi than others. In Merlin that character is Arthur Pendragon. I think he is so special and not only for his flawless exterior. This is why he is a huge part of my blog. He appeared to be a prat the first time we saw him. Yet wewe could tell that this man was so much more. He grew up without a mother, with a father that expected so much of him. He had to be brave and strong and always think about the kingdom. Arthur was raised to think that nobles were better than anyone else. And though...

Dressed in that green dress that frees up her arms, that cinches her waist and the cowl neckline kisses her skin, Guinevere made her way down to the courtyard. Arthur was with his manservant Merlin who hadn’t been aliyopewa the morning off and was currently saddling. a. horse.
“You do know I can’t ride”
“You’re not riding, I am, and wewe will be behind me.” Arthur alisema smugly, packing a canteen in the saddlebag.
“On a horse,” The horror started seeping in, Guinevere looked wildly around her hoping her father may be somewhere and confine her to her chambers for even being near...

Super had been cleared away and everyone was talking and drinking with friends, some had risen to mingle and get drinks from the bar. muziki was playing lightly in the background and the moon was letting in a silvery haze of light that contrasting with the yellow glow from the candle lit courtroom.
Out of the crowds a tall, dark haired man with a slight tan to his complexion made his way through the crowds to Sir Karne, the older knight who was talking to Uther.
The old knight saw his approach from the corner of his eye and greeted him like a good friend- despite the age difference; the younger...

Please enjoy the last chapter to my fanfic. It's taken a long time to write it and I hope you're happy with the conclusions!


Guinevere cut through the forest easily, cutting around trees when they got in the way, softly treading over the undergrowth and leaning on trees for balance and to push her way through.
Finally she curved around an old oak and pushed her way into the clearing. It was dark but one lantern was throwing shadows and light. She stood in the edge of the clearing facing another figure.
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From where Arthur crouched he could see another form make its way into the clearing. This...

Sorry it was updated a little late, I had lots of coursework and my social life has been major busy atm. But please enjoy this short chapter now I've finished it.


Arthur opened the door to a guilty looking Merlin. Merlin practically pushed through Arthur and slammed the door behind him. He opened his koti, jacket and the book spilled out onto the floor, Merlin grasped at it looking like a frightened deer.
As Merlin bent down to retrieve the book Arthur grabbed it out of his hands and sent a sarcastic look his way. “I’m amazed wewe got it Merlin, I was about to send a tafuta party out for you!”...

Only one au two parts left now. Hope wewe enjoy these last few instalments. Please leave a maoni and become a fan.

The hall was crowded with people, wanting to get either their first au sekunde glimpse of Guinevere. There were rumors circulating around, hushed up. Some say she was a singer just like her mother and was here to take back her mothers position, others say she was here for revenge. One man alisema to another that she returned because she was rejected in other countries, and one older man near to the king alisema that she had to come nyumbani because someone had tried to assassinate her. Fortunately...

When Arthur reached his rooms he was in a foul mood. He slammed the doors and ran his hands through his hair. Merlin was doing something au other in his chambers-he was past caring. Right now, he was mad.
“What, uh, what’s going on?” Merlin stuttered, unsure of whether he should even try to ask au whether he should run as if his life depended on it.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter; I nearly Lost a fight to a stranger. It’s not right, I was just so mad, so, so…” Arthur ranted, pacing. Slowly his anger subsided as he thought about why he fought so hard. He couldn’t fathom a reason....

It was late morning and the bright sun was gleaming through the windows. There were already servants teaming through the corridors and sweeping through the ngome going about their errands and cleaning up after last night’s festivities.
Guinevere looked around her. She was lying in a large nne bango, four poster, bango la nne kitanda that sat against the wall. There were two large wooden doors opposite her, and to her right a ukuta of windows. Two of them were open blowing out a sheer stream of white material and a cool breeze that swept over her skin. She lay where she was for a few moments just resting her eyes and...

The First episode in Merlin and the first episode Arthur appears in.

Plot:
Merlin, a wizard on the cusp of adulthood, arrives in Camelot hoping to find a use for his magical powers. Instead, he learns that King Uther Pendragon, ruler of Camelot, despises magic and will sentence to death anyone who practises the art. Mary Collins' son is executed for this very reason, so she warns Uther that he soon will share the tears she has shed. She then incants a spell to cast herself away before he could intervene. Uther orders a festival to celebrate 20 years of peace in Camelot as a result of the ban...