THRONE ROOM
Lancelot knelt, a sword to his chest.
"Arise, Sir Lancelot, Knight of Camelot," Uther said.
The crowd applauded.
"Who is this man?" Morgana asked. "He seems to have come out of nowhere."
"I know," Gwen replied. "It's been a bit of a surprise to all of us."
"You do us a great honour, Sir Lancelot," Uther told the new knight. "The knighthood is the very foundation of Camelot."
"The honour is all mine, Sire," Lancelot answered.
"Your father would be very proud."
"Yes, Sire."
"I have not seen Lord Eldred for many years. Longer than I'd imagined, it seems. Last time I saw him, he only had four sons."
"Well... here I am."
"Indeed you are. And I've kept you too long already. Enjoy the celebrations."
"Sire." He bowed.
Knights approached him and shook his hand. Uther opened Lancelot's seal and addressed a lady of the court. "Take this seal to Geoffrey of Monmouth, the Court Genealogist."
The knights walked out, Arthur's arm around Lancelot's shoulders.
"I want his opinion by morning," Uther said.
HALL OF CEREMONIES
Arthur and Lancelot sat on a table with their drinks. Merlin stood with Gaius.
"Look at him, Gaius," Merlin told the older man. "Does not Lancelot deserve this moment?"
"I never said he didn't," Gaius shot back. "But destiny and desserts are not the same thing. You played God, Merlin. You set him on a path of your choosing. Tonight you brought him triumph, but who knows what the future may hold."
"Yeah, I don't know what it said on your invitation, but on mine it said celebration."
Gaius chuckled. "Point taken. Don't come back too late. Look out for your sister."
"All right."
HALL OF RECORDS
Geoffrey of Monmouth looked over court records. Geoffrey found the page of Lord Eldred of Northumbria and looked displeased.
HALL OF CEREMONIES
Arthur watched Gwen, Eliora and Morgana while he and Lancelot sat on a table, drinks in their hands.
"Here's trouble. Tell me, do you think her... beautiful?" Arthur asked as he watching Morgana and Eliora, who were in another part of the room.
Lancelot's eyes followed Gwen and Eliora as they went to stand by Merlin. "Yes, Sire. I do."
"Yeah. I suppose she is."
Merlin noticed Arthur's gaze and said, "You know what? I think our Sir Lancelot might have eyes for you, Gwen. It seems he has eyes for you too, Eliora."
"Don't be silly," Gwen replied.
"What? So what if he did? Would that really be so bad?"
Gwen sighed. "He's not really my type."
"Oh, well, there's a surprise. Sometimes, Guinevere, I wonder if you'd know what your type was if he was standing right next to you."
Gwen looked wistfully at Merlin. "You're probably right."
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Royalty's Heart
FantasyEliora was a simple cobbler's girl to all; or so she thought. As the Prince gets to know her, he becomes more and more infatuated by her beauty and her personality. But his father would never allow their union. Nevertheless, the Prince isn't about...
