Who Was King Arthur's Son Novels & Stories

Eve looked up, her brows drawing together again. “I came here not just as Alex’s brother, but under a royal directive,” he continued, carefully choosing his words. “I was sent by His Majesty, King Arthur of Scotland.” Jaxon's words struck Eve like a sharp wind—unexpected and cold. King? Her mouth parted slightly, confused as to what was he saying. “What… do you mean?” she asked with a very confused look. Jaxon sat up straighter. “Your mother, Ellie… she is the daughter of King Arthur. His only daughter.”

"Dessert." Tara gives me a look that suggests we'll discuss more later. We also do. My sisters and I depart for the toilet after dinner turns into drinks and dancing, 'getting lost' along the way and into a windowed nook to converse without being interrupted by their partners. "Look, Father won't ever admit it, and Mother doesn't like to talk about it, but Greater London is leading the Trailblazers Pack. By removing his children from the line of succession before finding a new heir, king Arthur committed a grave error.

The king was pleased to be able to see his only friend after so many years. Arthur now had two children of his own. Two girls - Abigail Christine, named after her mother; and Rose Calista, for the Empress of Legend. The king and queen of Alderei had also had a child during this time - Catherine Gwendolyn. The king had plans to unite the two countries and to unite his family with that of his old friend.

Well, Arthur is the god of war, and his father is Andrew; his mother is a fae, so he is a hybrid. “Maeve invited me over to judge you all in the duel,” he said, smiling at him. Our relationship was actually rocky before, but we became friends during a war we fought together. “Okay,” he said, patting his back, and he left. He walked over to us. “Kate is such a nutcase,” he said, taking his seat opposite Ario. “You heard everything?” he asked. “Sure. She has something up her sleeves; I will keep a good eye on her,” he said, taking the bow of grapes on the table.

“They always say that whatever happens at Falconry isn’t easily forgotten.” As they danced amid courtiers, Catherine felt the old ache pulse deeper, and she ducked away before she heard more. Over at the royal dais, King Arthur and King Edward shared private words. “Your daughter is a credit to your line,” King Arthur said, looking at their children dancing. “And your son might prove a worthy match, should alliances call for it.” King Edward replied. “I’m sure we still have our trade agreement in place?” King Arthur nodded, his gaze measured as he lifted his cup for a toast. “Let us hope the children forge their own paths… with our guidance.”

Yes, her mother is pretty better than a flashy prince because she's braver and stronger than any prince charming because she's a king. "Aban, Agravain, Bedivere, Bors, Constantine, Dragonet, Ector, Galahad, Gareth, Gawain, Lancelot, Lionel, Lucan, Mador, Pellias, Sarif, Tristan." Ruby paused when she noticed the noise get softer until it vanished. "They're retreating?" Grandma Rose wondered listening for any noises.

"Hmm. Well, I did hear it so I called you here for us to go over it again. Kira just nodded, since she was interested in what the ex-queen had to say. Bianca leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "I want you to help me and my son take back what is rightfully ours," she said, her eyes glittering with a fierce intensity. "Arthur may be the king now, but he has no right to the throne. You should know he's evil. Kevin was the rightful heir as he was the first son but I don't know what Arthur did, and then the king died in his hands with a dagger containing the king's blood in his hands."

Arthur replied. "No." I dropped my drink on the table and folded my hand. "Why not?" Arthur asked as he faced me. "Jamie will be king and that is final." I stated like the stubborn woman I was. "And Tristan is firstborn son who is entitled to the thrones that belongs to him. He may not be as bright as Jamie but he has the charisma for a king." Arthur explained.

That could only have been his mother's doing. "Brother!" Arthur, the last son of Edward Dankworth and Lancelot's second younger brother, called out on seeing him. The excitement in his voice caused everyone at the table to fall silent. All eyes moved to the door where Lancelot stood, his hands tucked in both his pockets. Lancelot stood still, allowing all their eyes to drink his appearance. For once, just once, Lancelot wanted to disappear so they could all leave him the hell alone. Finally, his father spoke up.

Unfortunately, the former prince who was the only sibling of King Arthur died with his family due to an accident he experienced. Therefore, it is not surprising that there are traitors who want to seize the royal throne, because the one who can become King Arthur's successor is Prince Gabriel. "Just let the matter pass. Think of this as an experience to make the royal family more careful of foreigners. The most important thing now is that I can live happily and quietly with you, Charlotte." Charlotte's arms wrapped around her husband's broad back, burying her spoiled head into his body. "Every time I'm with you, I'm always happy, Gabriel."