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“Arthur, u should come and eat something, dear.” Hunith calls out to Arthur from the kitchen. He and Merlin have taken residence in Ealdor for the past few weeks waiting for Arthur to fully heal from his near fatal injury. Merlin and Arthur are still on the outs and speak very little to each other. Arthur has been insistent on returning to Camelot as soon as possible though his present lack of a horse and full balance to walk on his own is his prevention. He misses Guinevere terribly and enjoys being alone to think of her. Tonight he has decided to watch the sun set as it...

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    Gwen opens her eyes to find herself lying on the floor of the gateway. “Arthur?” she calls, looking around. “Arthur?” a little meer urgently this time.
    Suddenly he is there, immediately crouching beside her, sitting, pulling her into his embrace.
    “Guinevere, I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “He’s beautiful, he’s just beautiful,” he says, burying his face in her neck.
    “Of course u think he’s beautiful, Arthur, he looks just like you,” she says, hitching an...

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Twelve

Prompt: Prompt: 12 days of Christmas my true love gave to me

It’s late, it’s cold, and all I want to do is stoke up my little brand and crawl into my bed with three of four blankets.

I give the door an extra shove to make sure it’s securely closed against the draft. I light a candle and am just about to turn to the wood box when I see it.

What on earth? It’s soft, but heavy, wrapped in parchment and tied with a red ribbon.

My hart-, hart pounds as I pull the ribbon, setting it aside. Waste not, want not. Inside is a large, thick wool blanket, red. I unfurl it and run my hand across...