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    Arthur climbs back into the bed, snuggling against her now, his head on her chest.
    “Shit,” he suddenly says, getting up again.
    “What?” she asks, sitting up as well, holding the sheet to her chest.
    “Have to pee,” he says, wandering to the bathroom.
    Guinevere chuckles and lays back down.
    Iggy comes bounding into the room, hopping up onto the bed, graceful despite his plumpness.
    “Hello, Baby,” Gwen says, sitting...

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    “So, Ox starts training on Monday with Scotland Yard,” Arthur informs her. They are having lunch at a café, eating outside, enjoying a pleasant Saturday now that the heat has finally broken.
    “Yes, I know. He told me,” Gwen smiles at him, poking a cucumber from her ensalada with her fork.
    “He did?”
    “Yes, Wednesday. He bombarded me outside again when I was coming to meet you. Picked me up and gave me a huge hug that nearly cracked my ribs, he was so excited,” she laughs.
    Arthur...

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    “Morgana, where would tu like to go for cena tonight?” Uther Pendragon asks from behind his massive mahogany desk, not looking up from the ledger in front of him.
    “I won’t be joining tu for cena tonight, Father,” she answers.
    “No? tu have plans? With whom?”
    “I’m taking Arthur out. I do want to see him while I am in town, tu know.”
    “Arthur who?” Uther asks coldly.
    “Your son,” she respuestas back, just as cold....

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    “Gwen, nice to see you,” Leon says, leaning down and pecking her cheek, giving Arthur’s potential jealousy no consideration at all. He’s just come back down to the pub from his flat above, to be there for the evening.
    “Hello, Leon, how are you? Lovely place tu have here,” she grins at him before peeking at Arthur, who appears unconcerned por his friend’s mostrar of friendly affection.
    “Tired. Tried to catch a nap, but it wasn’t happening,” he says, stretching his neck. “Going to be a long night,”...

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    Arthur stops his motorcycle outside Gwen’s office and he helps her off the back of it. He takes another minuto to appreciate her in her conservative workplace attire, smiling at her.
    “See tu later?” he asks.
    “Of course. tu have my number?” she asks. He nods and pats his pocket with the slip of paper she’s written it on.
    “Come here, you,” he rumbles, pulling her into his arms.
    “Just quickly, people are going to start arriving soon,” she giggles....

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    “Stay,” he asks, taking her hands in his.
    “Arthur, I’d amor to…”
    “But…”
    “But, I have to work tomorrow morning. I have nothing to wear, no toothbrush, and no car. You’ll have to take me home,” she says gently.
    “I suppose you’re right.”
    “But if tu want to pack yourself a small bag…”
    He hops up before she even finishes her sentence and heads back to the bedroom and bathroom to carelessly...

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    “How is your face?” Arthur asks, reaching his hand out to her cheek. “I keep forgetting to ask, because tu keep distracting me.”
    “I keep distracting you?” she asks, and he grins and nods. “And my face is fine, I’ve actually forgotten all about it. I’ve been distracted.”
    He laughs, turning her face with his fingers on her chin. “I think you’ll live. It’s not even swollen any more.” Scowling, he mutters, “Fucking Cenred.”
    “How do tu know them?” she asks....

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    Arthur wanders into the kitchen, clad only in his jeans, curious. “What are we having?”
    “Fried eggs and potatoes, fruit, and scones.”
    “Mmm,” he leans over her shoulder from behind, peeking at the frying pan she is tending. “Smells good,” he says, besar her neck again. “And the food’s not bad either.”
    She laughs and lightly shoves him, “Don’t start that again o we’ll never eat.”
    He sits at the small table, plopping down like a child...

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    “Arthur,” Gwen gasps as his lips connect with her neck, besar a hot, wet trail from her ear to her collarbone, sending a thrill through her center. She reaches up and caresses the side of his head, the bare stubble there tickling her fingers as she gently holds him against her.
    How did I end up beneath him on my couch, besar like we’re both desperate for each other? Oh, that’s right. I invited him in for brunch. desayuno tardío, brunch that never got made, because he dicho my name and my knees turned to water and he came up behind me and...

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My Dear queen Annis,
    As I’m sure tu are aware, my reasons for sending escorts inicial with our young friend and his party were actually twofold. Yes, it was a gesture of good faith and extra protection for them, but I was also keen to gather information about his demeanor and how he interacts with his people.
    The information my knights have brought back to me has been fascinating, and I wish to share it with you.
    First and foremost, my men were much impressed with the king and queen. They found them to be gracious,...

    Gwen walks into her chamber and stops. She looks ahead at the mesa, tabla where a vase that had been empty a while hace is now filled with beautiful flowers. She looks down at her hands. She is holding fresh flores herself, but the ones in the vase are más beautiful. Looks like someone has beaten her to it.

    “Do tu like them?” someone asks from behind her, almost stunning Gwen.

    She whirls around and finds Arthur looking at her, smiling. She blushes and looks down.
    “Is that for me?” he asks her,...

A little Arthur POV, between 4x08 and 4x09.



    Because I have faith in you.
    Guinevere’s voice drifts into my consciousness, a memory from years past. I open my eyes. It’s dark. The castillo is still. It must be very early yet. I roll onto my back.
    How much time did I waste thinking of her as just Morgana’s maid?
    It took being removed from Camelot, away from all that was familiar to me to see it. To see her.
    Because I have faith in you.
    Her voice comes back...

So I recently decided to risk all heartache and rewatch Merlin from the beginning. I’m only two episodes into my rewatch so far, but already it has become quite obvious how much the characters have changed over the course of the show. That is one of the things I amor about this show. The pace is perfect. The changes the characters go through occur so gradually, so slowly that tu don’t really notice them until tu go back to the very beginning.

Let’s talk about what the fans like to call the Core Four: Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, and Morgana. Let’s start with Merlin. Merlin goes from being...

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    Gwen looks up from her laptop at the sound of the door opening and closing. Arthur’s back. She grins but stays put, listening as he locks the door behind him, drops his laptop bag on a cocina chair, and walks back to the bedroom, the hard soles of his dress shoes clicking on the wooden floor.
    “Hey,” he says softly from the door. “Sorry I’m late.”
    “I heard about the pile-up on the motorway,” she says, smiling up at him as he crosses to her and kisses her. “But thank tu for calling, too.”
    ...

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    I have a convention on Thursday. Gwen looks down at the text she’s just gotten from Arthur, and remembers his “plus-one” threat.
    Oh, no.
    Don’t worry, you’re safe. Not a plus-one kind of thing.
    Good.
    “What’s up?” Merlin leans over and peers over her shoulder.
    “Arthur has a convention to go to Thursday.”
    “Sounds scintillating,” Merlin says, making a face.
    It’s in Dublin. I’ll...

Here is the issue I am having and have been having for weeks. I don't believe Arthur dies in the conventional sense. I know, weird as that sounds. I simply don't for various reasons I will not go into, most of them are fiscal and having a kind of understanding. Yeah, I will leave it there. So don't bother asking lol. I hate repeating myself, ask HQ lol. One thing that irritates the crap out of me are those not prepared to think for themselves. No time for it.

Enough about me.

As to the actual legend, there is no Albion without Arthur and Guinevere actually. Murphy twists it to suit his Queenly...

Today on tumblr it would seem Why We amor Merlin erred again, know how, they put up a convenient poster as to why they amor Merlin and left out, wait for it, I know tu can't guess, the Queen, yeah, the one with a moderately higher melanin count. Sooooo surprising. The excuse, and it is an excuse, used por the moderator was, again wait, tis so special....they had 2 hours of sleep and they adore, yes, adore Guinevere sooooooo much, but couldn't find her graphic, just the three they like to promote, including on the GAME recently in beta release. Now, someone else in the fandom managed, as difficult...

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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 mesa, tabla and tu 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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    “So Arthur, I am curious. If you’ll pardon such a personal question, how is it that tu chose to marry a maidservant?” Prince Allard asks as they eat their breakfast.
    “Not at all,” Arthur says, chuckling. “To be honest, it is nice to have someone pregunta my decision based on curiosity rather than contempt.”
    “He is lobbying to be allowed to marry for amor rather than politics as well, my lord,” Annis says with a smirk, looking sideways at her eldest.
    “Aha…” Arthur...

Now, I visit my tumblr about four times per día for supplies and amusing convos with a few people I rather like a great deal, but something came up on my dash that pissed me off to no end. No, this is not a point for jokes and laughter this crossed the line.

I am not a prude. I am so far from a prude tu could not imagine, but there has to be a freaking line where the humour stops and tu realize tu are dealing with human beings.

Don't encroach!

As it is the ARWEN spot, I thought I could talk about my pissitude here. Again, I will take this down if anyone doesn't get where I am going here from...