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posted by kbrand5333
    Arthur is standing at the front of the troon room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The troon room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants,
and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked meer festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room.
    To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 15: link


    Guinevere carries the laundry basket into her house and takes it back to the bedroom. Arthur was out cold for the afternoon, so when she finished work she went to his flat to get some meer of his clothes and personals and stopped for takeaway on her way home.
    She hears the televisie on in her room as she approaches. “Hey,” she says setting the basket down. “Have u been awake long?”
    “About ten minutes. I have to pee.”
    “Come on, then,” she says, pulling the bag of dinner...
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    Gwen blinks her eyes open. Where am I? Oh, right. Milwaukee. Arthur’s uncle’s house. She looks at the clock. 9:37! I haven’t slept this late in years!
    She swings her feet down, sliding them into her slippers. She looks around the room. I didn’t bring that many boxes, why do I still have half of them left? Oh. Right. After Arthur went to bed I spent the rest of the evening in Morgana’s room till far too late.
    Gwen has decided that she definitely likes Morgana. She’s exuberant and witty. Arthur said...
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    Gwen sips her wine and talks with the princesses from Camelot’s neighboring kingdoms when someone taps on her shoulder. She turns around and finds a group of women, somewhere around her age, smiling at her. They curtsey and wait for her.

    Gwen looks astonished at them and one of the princesses she was talking to leans vooruit, voorwaarts and whispers, “Nod, you’re supposed to nod.” Gwen thanks her and nods. The princess resumes her place and sneers with the other princesses.

    “Is there anything I can do for you?” Gwen...
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    Agravaine is inspecting his sword when the door of his chamber opens and Katrina walks in, looking extremely angry. He hangs the sword back in its holder and turns around to meet her.

    “Good evening, Sister, what can I …” he never got to finish his sentence as Katrina nears him and slaps him.

    Rubbing his cheek, his expression turns from casual to stunned. “Oww … what was that for?” he asks, looking extremely horrified.

    “For screwing up a simple task!” she hisses as she whispers to...
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    Arthur strides proudly down the corridor and takes a left turn where a figure is hiding in the shadows, underneath the alcove. Arthur nears the figure and stops. The morning sun was beginning to creep inside the corridor. He adjusts his brown riding coat.

    “Step out, Jerome.”

    The figure steps out and Jerome reveals himself, hugging himself with his cloak. He bows to Arthur but looks uneasy to be in the presence of the prince. Arthur seems relaxed, like he always does. Jerome looks around him.

    “Relax,...
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posted by kbrand5333
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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...
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    Arthur yawns and motions for the servant to fill his goblet. The food on his plate is still untouched. He isn’t hungry; in fact he is bored and beside him, his father is enjoying himself with his council members. He looks beyond his father and notices his step mother is engaged with her own group of friends. Sighing, Arthur rues why he agreed to kom bij the feast in the first place. He didn’t want to disappoint his mother even though he knows how boring feasts like this are. And now he wishes he hadn’t promised her. He could be elsewhere right now, enjoying the...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    Crunch.
    The sound of glass breaking beneath his head jolts Merlin from his fitful slumber. Oh no! he thinks, scrambling into his bag.
    The last item Merlin put in his bag before they left, almost on a whim, was the phial of water from the Lake of Avalon, entrusted to him door the Fisher King. The phial that has just broken under the weight of his head.
    “No, no no…” Merlin mutters frantically, dumping the contents of his pack out onto the ground.
    He watches, amazed,...
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    The four riders stop approximately halfway to Camelot and make camp in a secluded spot not far from the road.
    Gwen quickly builds a brand and once Percival returns with an armload of logs, they have warmth aplenty.
    “You did that very fast, my lady,” Percival observes.
    “My father was a blacksmith, Percival. I’m very good at getting fires going,” she smiles.
    “One of her many talents,” Merlin adds, trying to get back on her good side. “Um, I need to go...
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posted by kbrand5333
As promised, Gwen wakes up. Arthur confesses what he's been up to. Just post 5x03.



    “Guinevere,” Arthur breathes when Guinevere’s eyes open. He had insisted that she be moved back to their chambers once the danger was over. He’s been keeping vigil in a rather uncomfortable chair beside their bed all night and well into the morning.
    “What happened?” she asks, coughing, sitting up some. The coughing combined with the slight hoarseness of her voice gives him a pang in his stomach.
    Arthur looks unbelievably contrite....
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posted by kbrand5333
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    “Good morning, Paulette, darling,” Arthur greets the receptionist, leaning his elbows on her counter.
    “Mr. Pendragon,” she greets him coolly. “You have an appointment with Mr. Gaius.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Wait here,” she sighs, “I’m supposed to call him and he’ll come down.”
    “Well, he may want to rethink that, Sugar Plum,” Arthur says, thoroughly enjoying needling the stuffy receptionist. “Tell him I have his painting.” He then walks casually...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    Being Friday night, parking is troublesome. Lance finds a place for his Citroën a ways up the block, and Arthur piggybacks on the spot, squeezing his motorcycle in sideways in front of Lance’s car, the front tire on the sidewalk.
    “Arthur, you’re going to get a citation,” Gwen cautions, but Arthur seems unconcerned.
    “Nice motorbike,” Lance commentaren as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s jas away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    There is a decidedly efficient knock at the door.
    George. Great. “Come.”
    The door opens precisely, and George strides in carrying a tray. “Dinner, your majesties,” he declares proudly, as if it was he who was slaving over the ovens all afternoon.
    “Thank you, George, just leave the tray on the tafel, tabel and u may go,” Arthur says casually, waving his hand in the direction of the table. Gwen appears in the doorway separating the two parts of their chambers, fresh from her bath,...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    ”One meer match. Tournament will be over.”
    I feel so awkward around her this morning. My hart-, hart is pounding. Surely I’m not nervous about the tournament. Is it… is it her?
    “You can go back to being Prince Arthur.”
    Yes, I suppose so. Do I want to, though? She seems… shy this morning. Oh. She’s coming closer.
    “Um… I thought u might wear it… for luck.”
    Is she granting me a favor? Oh. Oh, my. She is. Wow.
    “Thank...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    Arthur manages to bring in meer than enough firewood just before the skies open up.
    “Just made it,” he says, dropping the box in the parlor, near the large fireplace.
    Guinevere is in the kitchen, putting things away and cleaning things up. Except the fish, which are Arthur’s responsibility. He strolls into the keuken-, keuken and slides his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder, then the space on the back of her neck between her ponytails.
    “Those vis aren’t going to clean themselves,...
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    “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m completely soaked,” Gwen laughs as they scurry into Arthur’s flat. They had gone out for a walk after dinner, but failed to check the weather forecast. They got caught in a surprise summer rainstorm and had to run home.
    “Best get u out of those wet clothes, then,” Arthur teases. She runs down the hall ahead of him, out of his grasp. “Oh, no, u don’t…” he calls, following behind, not running, but taking long snel, swift strides through the room and down the hall.
    He...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    Noises outside the bedroom door wake them. Morgana is home. Gwen just gives an exasperated sigh and cuddles back into Arthur’s arms, unconcerned. Arthur lays awake, refusing to go back to sleep until he knows that they are veilig from an attempted intrusion. He stares at the ceiling. I don’t hear any talking; her friend must not have come in with her. Bathroom door? Yes, running water. And that’s the toilet. Please, please, please. Good. I’m sure that was her door. Thank God.
    He looks down to see Gwen looking up at him, watching...
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posted by kbrand5333
I intentionally modernized some names in this story. I apologize if this bugs anyone.

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    Gwen is puttering in the kitchen: setting the table, keeping an eye on the chicken, putting water on to boil for the rijst noodles, chopping vegetables, preparing the dessert so she can pop it in the oven when they start eating.
    Morgana wanders in. “How do I look?” She spins. She is wearing a flattering smaragd, emerald green spaghetti strap sundress with a handkerchief hemline. Her hair is in loose waves and she looks spectacular.
    “Fabulous....
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posted by kbrand5333
Another steam warning. This is becoming quite the naughty story.

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    Gwen wakes up before Arthur does. She looks at the clock on the nightstand. Eight seventeen. She has slept like the dead and feels quite awake. She looks at Arthur, sprawled on his face volgende to her, one arm thrown casually over her. Regret? No, no regret. Only… happiness. This is so weird, but it feels so right. She leans over and kisses his cheek, bringing forth a small snort from Arthur but he doesn’t wake. She decides to get up.
    She visits the toilet and decides...
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