Guinevere Ambrosius is the daughter of the legendary Mage, Merlin. After the death of King Uther, she and her twin brother are forced to separate from their father and go into hiding within the city of Londinium.
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Merlin Ambrosius had been having a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach since the beginning of this war. Although the legendary Mage loved his people dearly, he refused to fight in the battle caused by the petty hearts of both races.
The Mages and mankind had been at peace for years, until Vortigern, the king's younger brother, sent his men to attack the Mages. Merlin's people believed that he was under Uther's orders and immediately took up arms. The Ambrosius Mage, however, knew of Vortigern's lust for power and tried to reason with the vengeance blinded Mages.
Unfortunately, they would not hear his pleas for peace. His people were too blinded by their hunger for the vengeance of their fallen. Therefore, Merlin's pleas fell upon deaf ears and the disappointed Mage returned home to his children.
The troubled Mage now sits by the fireplace, a frown resting upon his face as the twins play on the floor in front of him.
"Geralt, give that back! You're going to tear Marian's new dress!" Little Guinevere exclaimed angrily at her brother.
The younger twin just grinned mischievously and shot up from his spot on the floor, running around the room with his sister in tow. As he was being chased by the smaller girl, he let out a triumphant laugh. "You're going to have to catch me, Guinnie!"
"Children." Merlin tried to calmly grab the attention of the twins, but to no avail. He then let out a loud and frustrated shout. "Children, calm down!"
Their father's outburst had startled the two children so much that they halted their activities and became silent. The twins shared a wide eyed and concerned look, before their gazes fell upon Merlin's exhausted and deflated demeanor.
What startled them the most was their father's weak and broken voice when he asked quietly. "Please, children. I beg of you, please be quiet."
The older Ambrosius now sat with his head propped up by his arms that were stiffly placed onto his knees. Merlin's fists pressed firmly against his closed eyelids, in a desperate attempt at pushing back the tears of frustration and worry.
