Baby Arthur

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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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    “Maybe we should send Tristan and Balinor to Medethenor to find out the news of their ailing king. I haven’t heard from them for a long time. I could use their allegiance during difficult times and if not, their friendship. It’s worrying not to hear from them all this while,” Uther says, forking his carrots.

    Opposite him, his wife, queen Katrina Pendragon, nods, sipping her wine. “That must be done immediately Uther. King Galicka and his wife are some of Camelot’s finest allies and friends too. If something is wrong with them, we...

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    I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. Merlin. Merlin, of all people. I trusted him with my life. Several times.
    I called him friend.
    Everyone I trust betrays me in some way. Morgana. Agravaine. Guinevere. Okay, not Guinevere. And now Merlin. My idiot servant is a wizard. A bloody wizard. And from the looks of things, a pretty powerful one.
    How dare he presume to place a ‘protective charm’ over my child! My son… I don’t want magic touching him!
    And how...

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A mes later …


    Morgana bites her nails and waits patiently outside the fitting room. “Are tu done, Gwen?” she asks as she spits out the nails she’s bitten and sighs, shaking her head.
    “Patience!” Gwen’s voice sounds low from inside the fitting room.
    “Are tu trying that dress on o stitching one? Just put it on and mostrar me, for bloody sake!”
    “Wait… ooofff!!” the fitting room rattles a while and Morgana hears something o someone landing hard on the floor. She hurries towards...

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    As they proceed further along, the countryside changes into rolling vistas dotted with farms. All that Guinevere sees is green: Trees, hedgerows, ivy-covered farmhouses. caballos graze here and there, twitching their tails in the morning sunlight.
    Fifteen minutos away from their destination, Arthur makes a call.
    “Roger? Arthur Pendragon. We’ll be there in fifteen. Thanks, mate.”
    “What was that?” Gwen asks.
    “Caretaker. My father has a local gent look after...