WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! Queen Guinevere - Elegance!

So this is new fan-fiction I'm trying out for size! Takes place past Season 5, though I've tweeked a few things... they've never announced Arthur's death (he never died, but still missing along with Merlin). Here's Part 1(I know it's short. Just wanted to introduce it) Enjoy, ladies!



It’s been a mois and Gwen is still insistent on finding Arthur. jour par jour she sends patrols of men to find her husband. Her king. The sun looms further down over Camelot and she just sits alone in her chambers thinking to herself, holding the royal joint, joint d’étanchéité in her hand. Her whole being is numb; it has been ever...

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Queen Guinevere,
    I humbly beg your forgiveness for the tardiness of my condolences. I know it has been many months now since your beloved king has passed, and I apologize for not corresponding sooner. Many of Lady Morgana’s Saxons had fled into my kingdom, unfortunately, and I had a bit of a mess of my own to deal with.
    That being said, I know the struggle of ruling a kingdom as a widow queen. I should very much like to pay toi a visit in the near future and offer my condolences personally. As allies, we should remember to support...

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    “And, finally, we have six men wishing to petition for knighthood,” Leon finishes his report, standing and addressing the round table.
    “Worthy candidates?” Gwen asks, looking up at him.
    “I believe so, my lady,” Leon says, lifting a different parchment and looking at it. “Lord Clifton’s son Devon, Lord Ackerly’s son Lander, Lord Ulmer’s son Hyde, and then Judson the baker’s son, Oakley, who’s mother is, oddly enough, Lord Ackerly’s maid – apparently his father has passed…”
    “Yes,...

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    “That is my decision,” Guinevere states, looking out over the council. There are murmurs of dissent, anger, and disbelief, but she waits patiently until they all die down.
    “My lady, are toi certain this is wise?” Lord Chadwick finally speaks up. “After all, magic is what was responsible for the king’s death.”
    Gwen rises from her siège and the council members note for the first time that she does not appear as slender as she normally does and that her dress is plus flowing around her middle then is...

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    Merlin struggled with Arthur’s weight but his determination to get the king to the shores of Avalon was plus pressing than his concern of the burden. Almost dragging the king now, Merlin reaches the bateau that will take Arthur to Avalon.

    “What are toi doing, young warlock?” Kilgarrah asks, looking at Merlin interestedly.

    “I’m taking Arthur to Avalon, to cure him,” Merlin says amid his struggle. He lays Arthur on the ground and pulls the bateau closer.

    “But it is not his time, Merlin.”...

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    The royal couple makes their way to the balcony overlooking the courtyard, where the citizens of Camelot have gathered to greet their sovereigns.
    “Are toi all right?” Arthur asks the quiet Guinevere.
    “Yes. No. I don’t know,” she answers. “Honestly I’m plus nervous for Merlin.”
    “I’ll be fine, Gwen,” Merlin says from behind them, and they turn to see him standing there in his new robes. They are deep midnight blue with silver accents at the cuffs and neck. He is carrying...

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    “Where are we, anyway?” Gwen asks, shifting uncomfortably on her saddle. They had been riding for two hours already, and the précédant night’s activities are disagreeing with her current mode of transportation.
    “Cornwall. King Marke’s kingdom,” Arthur says, glancing over at her. “Are toi all right, Love?”
    “I could use a break, actually,” she says, blushing slightly. Arthur looks a little puzzled, but if his wife wants a break, then a break she shall have.
    “All right....

EllaRose88 gave me the prompt "Truth ou Dare." Was up too late (again) last night exorcising this from my head.

    Ding.
    The doors to the lift open late on a Friday, and he steps in, smiling bashfully at the one young lady with which he always hopes to share the small l’espace of the elevator.
    “Evening,” he says quietly.
    “Evening,” she réponses back, looking shyly down at her shoes.
    God, she looks so cute tonight.
    He’s wearing that cologne again.
    Ding....

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One of the waiters who had enough of watching the brutal scene occurring, rushed vers l'avant, vers l’avant with a tray and whacked it as hard he could at Joe, who is choking Arthur.
“Arghhh!!” Joe screams and lands to his side, clutching his head.
Another waiter rushes towards Karl and breaks a bottle on his head. Karl releases Gwen, staggers due to the impact of the break and she uses the opportunity to hurry towards Arthur, helping him up. Arthur coughs as blood seeps out freely from his nose.
    “Arthur… Arthur?” Gwen calls in terrified voice. Arthur keeps coughing and...

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The desert somewhere between Silver City, NM and Tombstone, AZ, 1880

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“Well, I ain’t no gentleman, and toi sure as hell ain’t no lady,” U.S. Marshall Arthur Pendragon drawled slowly from his place under a sparse tree, trying to catch a little shade. “If toi want a wash in that stream, you’re gonna have to do it with me watchin’ ya.”

Gwen growled quietly in frustration. “A girl can’t get any privacy?”

“Darlin’, toi gave up the right to privacy last night when I caught toi climbing out of the window to the room I let toi have in that inn,” he answered...

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    Morgana clears her throat to gain the attention of both Arthur and Gwen. Gwen drops Arthur’s hand and smiles sheepishly at Morgana. Her friend smiles back, in tease.
    “Who is it Guinevere?” Arthur asks, his expression startled. Gwen opens her mouth.
    “It’s me… Morgana,” Morgana says immediately, cutting Gwen first.
    “Ah, Morgana,” Arthur smiles in relief. “I was scared for a while there,” he adds.
    “Whom toi expecting?”
    “Merlin,”...

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    “Guinevere?” Arthur is both surprised and happy to hear the voice. He didn’t expect to hear it here and so soon. He must be dreaming.
    Gwen looks beyond Arthur at Merlin and the latter just squares his shoulder, urging Gwen to carry on. Gwen looks backs at Arthur. “What are toi doing here, Arthur?” she asks calmly, her voice in devoid of any emotion.
    “This is Merlin’s idea… ask him. He a dit he was taking me shopping,” Arthur réponses with a laugh. “By the way, it’s really toi isn’t it? I was right...

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    Morgana paces the tiled floor of the Emergency Department, tense. Arms carelessly hanging loose par her side, lips mumbling to herself, eyes focused on the floor, she casts a sight of a forlorn figure. Gwen, who sits opposite her, looks worried watching her friend in such a state. She hates herself for what has happened. They wouldn’t be here, Morgana wouldn’t be in trouble, and Arthur wouldn’t have got knocked down if it wasn’t for her. If only she had kept her teasing until they have reached the restaurant. What was she thinking? Why did she do it? Gwen...

Tristan and Isolt's conflict of l’amour and loyalty is one of the classic tales of Western literature; in the Arthurian tradition, their tragic tragectory rivals and complements that of Lancelot and Guinevere. The basic story is one of mis-directed love: Tristan, the heroic nephew of King Mark of Cornwall, is sent to Ireland to escort the Irish king's daughter, the beautiful Isolt, to Cornwall to become his uncle's bride. In most versions, it is during the return voyage that Tristan and Isolt accidentally consume a l’amour potion (meant to ensure Isolt's happiness with Mark) together, and fall in...