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.
Years after taking up the aliases o...
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Guinevere's dream/vision:
I stood inside of an unfamiliar library with a copy of Grimm's Fairytales open in my hands as I read aloud.
I was dressed in an elegant silver gown that hugged my curves. One of these curves came as quite a shock to me. I was apparently pregnant.
I suppose that explains the reading aloud to myself.
"Do you really think you should be standing so much, Love?"
I turned around to find Arthur standing in the doorway with a warm smile on his face. What truly surprises me is the crown on top of his head.
"Well, if I don't do something to pass the time, Arthur, then I'll probably end up killing someone." I hear myself saying with a chuckle.
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"Well, we don't want that, do we?" He laughed, his blue eyes shining with joy as he approached me.
"No, we do not." I stated with a smile, before joking. "Not yet anyway."
Arthur rolled his eyes, before placing one hand on the side of my swollen stomach and the other on my cheek. "How's our little one coming along?"
"As far as I can tell, our little prince or princess is doing very well." I informed the blonde, placing a gentle hand on my stomach and smiling happily.
"Are you sure that you feel well enough to attend this meeting of the Knights of the Round Table?"
"I feel fine, my love. Besides, if I do happen to feel ill during the meeting, then Grey Wind will escort me back to our quarters." I assured the concerned man, placing my hands on the sides of his face. I placed a loving kiss to Arthur's forehead, as my thumbs brushed across his sharp cheekbones.
"Promise me that you will do so, if you do begin to feel ill at all?" Arthur asked of me in concern, leaning his forehead against mine.
"I promise." I told him with a loving smile, tilting my head slightly to place a kiss on his lips. "We need to go, my king, or we'll be late to meet the knights."
