Novel & Cerita Arthur Pendragon Guinevere

They were stopped by two warriors guiding the door with silver badges on their breast plate. "Pardon us, Prince Arthur but your warriors are forbidden to enter the Kingdom as per the rule of King Bartholomeo!" "And who are you," asked Prince Arthur. "I am Gusion, one of the enchanted warriors of the King!" answered the warrior. Prince Arthur turned to the left side of the door where the other warrior guard was standing. "And you?" "I am Belerick, also one of the enchanted warriors of the King!"

Shaking off that thought which crossed through the giant's mind as fast as it came through, Realizing that the position they were in, he tries to get up hurriedly. The brunette realized their position too and tripped a bit by the pace at which that guy was trying to get up, wincing at the same time as a shooting pain came right through his leg. "Hey, are you OK? " The gaint asked worried as if he might have hurt him, well he can clearly see the guy wincing in pain. Right at that moment, the gaint got a good look on the boy's face and he observed all the bruises on the boy's face. Tear-filled eyes looked right at him. He somewhat felt guilty for shouting at the boy.

"Oh, Arthur certainly was using you, but not for me. Arthur is a fool. He’s been playing a dangerous double game, trying to find this ledger to destroy it and protect his precious, beautiful 'goddaughter' from the syndicate's wrath. He actually thinks he can save you. But unfortunately for him, my employers have decided Arthur has outlived his usefulness. Tonight, both of the Pendelton and Vance legacies end." ​Vivian’s mind reeled. Arthur wasn't trying to destroy her. He was trying to shield her from the very monsters who had murdered her father. The weight of her doubt vanished, replaced by a sudden, desperate longing for the man she had pushed away. ​"I don't think so, Victor." ​The voice

The woman pointed towards an embarrassed golden-blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn't help but think of the irony of his name. 'Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don't get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing the courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely passed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he's having such a hard time with his magic?'

Merlin watched the beautiful Princess pacing the bedroom he could sense her frustration at being incarcerated again, Arthur would be away for a couple of days so he had no choice but to lock her in that room She was not happy, her food remained untouched and her restlessness was unnerving, 'Something was wrong with her.' He thought frowning as he watched then he jumped to his feet as she gave a soft cry and collapsed onto the bed clutching her stomach,

He just had to watch his mother suffer and this made him hate his father more. “ My son. " Queen Guinevere called, her voice croaking. She was named after the legendary wife of King Arthur of Camelot. He walked closer to her and held her hands. They were rough and scaled. “ You must find her and protect her. She is your strength, your weakness. You must not let her fall into the hands of your father and the terror he has brought on this world. You must love her and cherish her. She alone can heal this land. She alone can heal you. She is your soulmate, you must marry no one else. You must be with no one else until you find her. Promise that you will find her and be with her. “ Queen Guinever

Her voice was low. He collected a letter sitting beside the sword case. "Open this envelope for me." After a second's hesitation, she picked up the letter opener and carefully opened the envelope. "See? You are not useless." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You will not be useless, Guinevere. Your presence is far from nothing. You will provide me with company, music, and conversation. That is more valuable than you realize." What else did she do in the castle?

Taking place under one tall tree, he stared ahead looking into perfect nothingness. His conversation with Carlisle came to him and instead of doing anything else, he laughed. Indeed there was no resemblance. Guinevere bore no resemblance to Carlisle's wife nor their cousin, the other red-haired lady. She stood nothing like them, not in hair colour nor in expression, not in height nor in meekness. She was free-spirited and bold which was the attribute that called out to him. Now he knew why. They shared familial bonds in name only, not in blood.

He stared at it for a long moment, then began to speak, his voice low and steady, like he was reciting a story he had carried for years. “Your great-grandfather, King Uther Blackthorn, was a powerful ruler. Strong. Respected. But he was also a man who fell in love with the wrong woman. Her name was Morgana. She was one of the most powerful white witches of her line. Their affair started in secret. Uther would sneak away from the palace to meet her in the woods. She would summon him with this very pendant — a crystal that glowed when she thought of him. They loved each other fiercely. But Uther was already married. His queen, Isolde, was a jealous and ambitious woman. When she discovered the

’ Killian grumbled, discarding the cup, and snapped at them, ‘Get out and find me some proper stuff.’ They turned and headed out of the hotel, grinning at each other. Killian could not function normally unless he had at least two cups of very strong, pure Colombian coffee. It was more than an hour later when the three men got back into their SUV and headed out to Tintagel, the place renowned for being where King Arthur and his famous Knights of the Round Table were based. It was a mystical place, and they all sensed it immediately,