Arthur's POV
I paid no attention to Merlin that afternoon, as he gave me food and prepared me for bed.
I kissed her, and it was fantastic, no doubt. But I could never be with her could I? She's so odd. Maybe that's why I like her. My head was hurting at this point from all my racing thoughts.
I should really just be concentrating on the tournament, if my head was not with it then it will be on the floor. I wonder how well she would do? She was pretty good today. But I would never say that to her of course.
What are you going to do Arthur? I should leave this thinking till after the tournament. Yeah I'll do that.
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*DAY OF TOURNAMENT*
Knights and travellers had been arriving from across the kingdom yesterday for today's tournament. I was a little nervous which is a bit odd for me. I usually don't get nervous.
"You think Amhrán will do well sire?", Merlin asked me.
"Keep your voice down! Idiot. I'm sure she'll be fine. Where is she?", I looked around from her pretty face.
"Aran Brestpride, at your service sire", Amhrán walked up to us and bowed a low bow and I nearly burst into laughter at her choice of surname. Breast Pride? I wonder if she'll get away with it.
"Pleasure's all mine Mr. Breastpride", I shook her hand a smile playing on her features.
"So what do you think?", she said in a manly voice and did a twirl. I chuckled. She looked great even as a man.
"Handsome, very handsome", she beamed a smile and I saw a blush rise to her cheeks. I loved when she blushed. Merlin gave Amhrán a knowing look of some sort and she whacked him hard across the shoulder. I laughed even though I didn't know what was going on.
"Hey, that hurt!", Merlin whined, I rolled my eyes.
"Don't be such a girl Merlin!", I sometimes wonder if there was any man in him at all! I saw Amhrán smile at the comment from the corner of my eye. She did have such a lovely smile.
The trumpets sounded, signalling the start of the tournament. I collected my thoughts, and walked forward. I saw my father sit himself in the King's chair, looking like a very fragile man. I don't now how much longer he will last.
Then the tournament began, me against a young squire. The poor boy looked really nervous, so I took it easy on him, still defeating him quickly. I couldn't even call it a proper fight! I walked off and watched all the other matches, Amhrán fought a knight which was a little unfair. But as the fight went on I began to think it was more of an unfair match to the Knight. Amhrán achived victory easily.
The rounds flew by and next thing you know it's the semi finals! I was fighting a tough looking knight who looked more braune than brain, I could trick him, that was my way of beating him. I saw that Amhrán was up against an African man who was a tough fighter and handy with a machete. I was...worried for her. I glanced over to see her eyeing upher apponent nervously. I walked over to her.
"You'll be fine", I whispered in her ear. She jumped with a fright before turning toward me a worried expression on her beautiful face. She gave a weak smile.
"You might not be saying that next round", she had a point but now I saw she needed assurance. The trumpets sounded signalling my match was about to begin.
"Good luck Arthur", she said, a genuine smile on her face. I returned her smile as I walked to the arena taking a deep breath, focusing my thoughts.
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Fixing History
RomanceThis is about a girl who was sent back in time to fix history, using her book of blanks. But What if the story involves her without her knowledge, and as the blanks begin to fill she finds a whole new destiny. (based on the UK TV show Merlin).