I don't even know where this book came from...let alone why I'm writing in it. It's probably bewitched or haunted or something. I should take this to my father.
Then again...
Obviously this is some sort of joke, I bet Merlin's behind it. But if he thinks I'm going to write in this and then leave it out for him to read he must think I'm as stupid as he is.
I'm obviously not.
Although why am I writing in it...feelings and stuff...it's all so girly.
Then again, maybe I need to write down things...get them out. Things I can hardly tell my father, or Morgana.
God knows I can't tell them to Merlin.
Third Person:
Ever since Morgana's return things have been...different in Camelot.
Of course, Arthur would never attribute the change in atmosphere to her.
After all enough other strange things have happened since then - his father's brush with insanity, Morgana's (second) brush with death.
And the donkey ears.
But the less said about that the better.
He paced now, he couldn't think clearly. All his attempts to make his father reconsider had fallen on deaf ears - King Uther had been clear and unrelenting. He seemed to have forgotten he'd married for love.
Still, as little as Arthur knew about his mother he was sure she'd been a princess and Guinevere...
Guinevere was 'just' a servant. His father didn't even know her name. It was hard for Arthur to recall there was a time when he hadn't known her name either.
She'd always seen this happening, One day you'll find your real princess, but he'd refused to believe it, it would work out for them, it had too.
Guinevere had been much more clear sighted than him, which was why he was pacing around this room, trying to forget that tomorrow is his wedding day. That tomorrow he will have to say goodbye to her forever ...to pretend that he no longer loves her. As far as he was concerned it would be impossible.
For a moment he considered going back to his father, telling him he would not go through with it and it was not just the fact he didn't love Princess Elena...that he loved Guinevere.
But he couldn't do that...her life as a servant, an oprhan was hard enough, this would only make things worse. And he would never make things worse for Guinevere, even if it broke his heart.
I don't need this, really I don't. It's not as if my life is unexciting... There's been a dragon, a griffin, that witch Morgause...the troll.
The troll was rather hilarious, I suppose, I don't think I've seen Father look so horrified in his life.
Speaking of which...it's occured to me I've never had as many near death experiences as I have these last tree years.
If I didn't know better, I'd think Merlin had something to do with it. Wouldn't surprise me actually, to find out he's bad luck, his looks certainly seem to be a product of it.
But then...
Well...there's someting about him. I mean he's actually give me good advice...once.
Still, I've never had a servant cause me this much trouble.
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Re: Arthur Pendragon - 3/3
[Accidentally posted to DDD]
I don't even know where this book came from...let alone why I'm writing in it. It's probably bewitched or haunted or something. I should take this to my father.
Then again...
Obviously this is some sort of joke, I bet Merlin's behind it. But if he thinks I'm going to write in this and then leave it out for him to read he must think I'm as stupid as he is.
I'm obviously not.
Although why am I writing in it...feelings and stuff...it's all so girly.
Then again, maybe I need to write down things...get them out. Things I can hardly tell my father, or Morgana.
God knows I can't tell them to Merlin.
Third Person:
Ever since Morgana's return things have been...different in Camelot.
Of course, Arthur would never attribute the change in atmosphere to her.
After all enough other strange things have happened since then - his father's brush with insanity, Morgana's (second) brush with death.
And the donkey ears.
But the less said about that the better.
He paced now, he couldn't think clearly. All his attempts to make his father reconsider had fallen on deaf ears - King Uther had been clear and unrelenting. He seemed to have forgotten he'd married for love.
Still, as little as Arthur knew about his mother he was sure she'd been a princess and Guinevere...
Guinevere was 'just' a servant. His father didn't even know her name. It was hard for Arthur to recall there was a time when he hadn't known her name either.
She'd always seen this happening, One day you'll find your real princess, but he'd refused to believe it, it would work out for them, it had too.
Guinevere had been much more clear sighted than him, which was why he was pacing around this room, trying to forget that tomorrow is his wedding day. That tomorrow he will have to say goodbye to her forever ...to pretend that he no longer loves her. As far as he was concerned it would be impossible.
For a moment he considered going back to his father, telling him he would not go through with it and it was not just the fact he didn't love Princess Elena...that he loved Guinevere.
But he couldn't do that...her life as a servant, an oprhan was hard enough, this would only make things worse. And he would never make things worse for Guinevere, even if it broke his heart.
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Second sample
God, have mercy, what next.
What NEXT?
I don't need this, really I don't. It's not as if my life is unexciting... There's been a dragon, a griffin, that witch Morgause...the troll.
The troll was rather hilarious, I suppose, I don't think I've seen Father look so horrified in his life.
Speaking of which...it's occured to me I've never had as many near death experiences as I have these last tree years.
If I didn't know better, I'd think Merlin had something to do with it. Wouldn't surprise me actually, to find out he's bad luck, his looks certainly seem to be a product of it.
But then...
Well...there's someting about him. I mean he's actually give me good advice...once.
Still, I've never had a servant cause me this much trouble.
Or that I've been so friendly with.
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