The Girl Who Hated Knights

The Girl Who Hated Knights

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"Lady Andrea seems to have caught your attention," Arthur pointed out. Lancelot looked over at the girl in question. Her dark curls fell around her face in the fire light. "While she is most certainly lovely, Andrea is no lady. If who haven't noticed Arthur, she's a stable maid." Lancelot took a drink of his wine as Arthur laughed. "Lance, you may be a knight of the round table, but that is the only girl in this world who might contain your wild ways." Arthur wandered off to find his dear Guinevere. Lancelot watched Andrea carefully so she did not catch him staring. If she saw she might be inclined to believe the truth. That the fact of the matter was, Lancelot was falling in love. You know the story of Lancelot and Queen Guinevere's secret affair. But do you know the story of the stable girl tamed Lance through nine simple words? "You may be a knight, but you're no gentleman." ------------- I promise it isn't all romance! It will have a lot to do with Mordred, and other characters from the original tales but with a different take!
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"Merlin has-" The ghost of Uther Pendragon has told Arthur that Merlin has magic. Arthur struggles to deal with it, until he's forced to once Camelot has a familiar new visitor. ~ Morgana crooned to the guard, her words cold but soothing, smile apparent in her voice. The sharp clicks of boots snapped against the cold dungeon air as a high-headed, cold-hearted sorceress stood proudly in front of the old man. Dark hair, wild like a bloodthirsty animal, contrasted sharply against her pale, creamy skin. A dangerous smile lingered on her lips, watery green eyes gleaming with malice as she tilted her head to survey her prisoner with mock sympathy. ~ Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!

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