On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A jaar geleden she had been gegeven a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so vlaamse gaai, jay did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny jas 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 kerrie comp from the uithangbord 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 door the way, and the rhythmic plod of two horses-and a kar, winkelwagen running tracks through the dry path.
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In the arena a group of knights were training under the guidance...