So, this was actually a challenge set by the lovely Stacey (EPaws) on the A/G spot asking everyone what they love about Arthur Pendragon's character. And I thought that it would make sense for me to post my own reasoning here. Considering that I tend to be long and winding with my explanations.
My love for any character comes from the ideals which the character tries to embody. Arthur Pendragon always strives to be noble, chivalrous, confident, courageous, etc.- traits which I would characterize him as any day. But, it must be noted that Arthur doesn't always act upon these...
The best TV shows always have a character that becomes extra special to me. One character that I root for more than others. In Merlin that character is Arthur Pendragon. I think he is so special and not only for his flawless exterior. This is why he is a huge part of my blog. He appeared to be a prat the first time we saw him. Yet you could tell that this man was so much more. He grew up without a mother, with a father that expected so much of him. He had to be brave and strong and always think about the kingdom. Arthur was raised to think that nobles were better than anyone else. And though...
Please enjoy the last chapter to my fanfic. It's taken a long time to write it and I hope you're happy with the conclusions!
Guinevere cut through the forest easily, cutting around trees when they got in the way, softly treading over the undergrowth and leaning on trees for balance and to push her way through.
Finally she curved around an old oak and pushed her way into the clearing. It was dark but one lantern was throwing shadows and light. She stood in the edge of the clearing facing another figure.
Dressed in that green dress that frees up her arms, that cinches her waist and the cowl neckline kisses her skin, Guinevere made her way down to the courtyard. Arthur was with his manservant Merlin who hadn’t been given the morning off and was currently saddling. a. horse.
“You do know I can’t ride”
“You’re not riding, I am, and you will be behind me.” Arthur said smugly, packing a canteen in the saddlebag.
“On a horse,” The horror started seeping in, Guinevere looked wildly around her hoping her father may be somewhere and confine her to her chambers...
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The hall was crowded with people, wanting to get either their first or second glimpse of Guinevere. There were rumors circulating around, hushed up. Some say she was a singer just like her mother and was here to take back her mothers position, others say she was here for revenge. One man said to another that she returned because she was rejected in other countries, and one older man near to the king said that she had to come home because someone had tried to...
Sorry it was updated a little late, I had lots of coursework and my social life has been major busy atm. But please enjoy this short chapter now I've finished it.
Arthur opened the door to a guilty looking Merlin. Merlin practically pushed through Arthur and slammed the door behind him. He opened his jacket and the book spilled out onto the floor, Merlin grasped at it looking like a frightened deer.
As Merlin bent down to retrieve the book Arthur grabbed it out of his hands and sent a sarcastic look his way. “I’m amazed you got it Merlin, I was about to send a...
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...
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...
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...
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