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Fan fiction by babe9305 posted over a year ago
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On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A year ago she had been given a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so Jay did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny coat 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 curry comp from the wall and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables after her and watching her.
“We’ve all been wondering who this horse belonged to,” When Arthur spoke she jumped. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a little squeak. She had to pat and reassure Darsor who had shied when she’d squealed and start up combing again.
“He was a present,”
“He’s too good a horse to pull a cart or travel around, he’s a thoroughbred.” Arthur had come up close to the horse inspecting him, lifting up his shoes and measuring his muscles.
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Fan fiction by babe9305 posted over a year ago
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When Arthur reached his rooms he was in a foul mood. He slammed the doors and ran his hands through his hair. Merlin was doing something or other in his chambers-he was past caring. Right now, he was mad.
“What, uh, what’s going on?” Merlin stuttered, unsure of whether he should even try to ask or whether he should run as if his life depended on it.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter; I nearly lost a fight to a stranger. It’s not right, I was just so mad, so, so…” Arthur ranted, pacing. Slowly his anger subsided as he thought about why he fought so hard. He couldn’t fathom a reason. But it was personal somehow, challenging.
“Would you like me to distract you, tell you what everyone’s talking about in the castle?” Merlin asked timidly.
“Yes” Arthur replied curtly. He didn’t really want to listen to idle gossip, but listening to Merlin blather on about something mind numbing would help.
“Well you’ll never guess. The King saw Guinevere getting ready to leave for the inn, he didn’t even know she was here!” Arthur pulled his hands down to his sides, stopped pacing and stared at Merlin with his mouth open. “Anyway, he...
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Fan fiction by babe9305 posted over a year ago
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It was late morning and the bright sun was gleaming through the windows. There were already servants teaming through the corridors and sweeping through the castle going about their errands and cleaning up after last night’s festivities.
Guinevere looked around her. She was lying in a large four-poster bed that sat against the wall. There were two large wooden doors opposite her, and to her right a wall of windows. Two of them were open blowing out a sheer stream of white material and a cool breeze that swept over her skin. She lay where she was for a few moments just resting her eyes and breathing in the scents around her, and then slowly sat up.
After a few hours at the feast the night before, the Prince had offered her and Jay rooms in the castle so they wouldn’t have to journey to the inn at that late hour. The room she had been given was rather pretty actually.
The stone walls were a very pale white that reminded her of a beach and it was a very open space. There were dressers and cabinets around the room but she didn’t look in any of them, nothing of hers had been brought over.
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