Hi guys. My second FF. My other one is still going if you'd care to hop on over.

I'm not a big fan of A/G romances, but had an idea. My attempt at making Gwen more interesting.

I don't own anything. I don't even own this laptop.


They rode in on white horses. Their purple robes clashed with there silver armor and gold insignias, in a way which should of looked dreadful but had given them some kind of glow. The people of Camelot had seen that glow before. The power, The mercy, the intrigue of someone from a foreign land. That would of been enough to tip them off if it had not been that two of them were wearing glistening gold crowns.

The man in front looked strong- both physically and mentally- and slightly intimidating. One peasant girl had remarked to a friend that he was 'Tall, dark and handsome'. He was only slightly younger than Uther, But looked like the world had treated him more kindly... Even if it wasn't true.

The guards had been slightly more alerted by his presents than the towns people. Royalty visiting was a rare occasion that usually had to be planned in advance. A surprise visit was highly unusual and potentially caused catastrophic problems.

And then there was the risk that he wasn't royalty at all. A wolf in a velvet robe. But they had doubted this. There was something about this man. There were four people following him, all on white horses. A younger man of about Arthurs age wearing the same clothes as the elder man, two men with much more armor- Knights, the peasants guessed- and a bumbling young man who could barely stay on his horse.

The knights of Camelot, at ends about what to do, were relieved when they saw Arthur walking across the courtyard.

Arthur walked up to the man, bowed slightly.

"Hello... Sir. May I be of assistance?"

The man half smiled down at a confused Arthur.

"Hello there, Arthur. I am Crown King Gladwin of Merigon."

Arthur shook his hand as the man got off his horse.

"Merigon? I don't believe I'm familiar with..."

"It's a place far away from here. Your fathers knows me." He added with reassurance to ease the princes suspicions.

Arthur smiled with relief.

"I'm sure he would have been here to greet you himself if he was aware of your visit."

"Please, child.. I am not here not cause problems. I have come looking for someone. I heard word she might be here..."

Gladwin scanned the court yard systematically to no avail.

"I thought your father may be able to help me. Besides, it's always good to catch up with old friends and trusted allies."

"Of course." Arthur said happy now he was aware of the going ons. "May I ask who you are looking for?"

"My daughter." He handed him a scrolled piece of material that had come out of a bag attached to his saddle.

Arthur opened it carefully as not to break it. It looked old. In the portrait was very beautiful pregnant woman-Who looked rather familiar. Beside her, a younger version of the man in front of him and a girl of about three Arthur had guessed. Her smile was contagious and her hair a curly mess.

"This picture was painted a long time ago, about twenty years if my memory isn't deceiving me." Gladwin remarked as Arthur was busy studying the girl in the potrait.

Arthur looked from the picture to Gladwin and back again.

"Does she have a name?" Arthur questioned.

"Of course. Her name is Guinevere."


Arthur had stopped talking and moved back. Fortunately, Uther had already been walking down the steps so the visiting kings attentions had already been drawn away from the stunned prince.

Arthur couldn't move, couldn't think.

The two kings smiled genuine smiles and hugged in a caring but somewhat awkward embrace.

"This is my son, Simon." Arthur had heard King Gladwin say. Uther shook hands with the boy.

Arthur had still been staring into nothingness when Uther had said his name.

"Boys" Uther laughed throwing his hands up into the air, earning a knowing smile from Gladwin.

Arthur was pulled back into reality and shook Simons hand as the king had been gesturing him to do.

"Nice to meet you" Arthur said meekly.

"Usually is." Simon had said smugly. Arthur was not sure if he was joking but he already disliked him immensely.

"So," Uther interrupted "Tell me what brings you here."

Arthur started talking just as gladwin began to open his mouth.

"He's looking for his daughter, and I think I know who and were she is."


The four of them hurried down the kingdom corridors with great urgency, yet uther was unconvinced.

Uther began; "The servant girl? Arthur, come now..."

"It's just like the man had said Uther." Gladwin interjected. "Living in a life of anonymity as a simple blacksmiths daughter. The poor girl probably has no idea."

"Father, Uther is right. A maid? You can't be serious." Simon said.

"Hush now boy." Gladwin glared at Simon.

Arthur stayed silent until Merlin walked around the corner carrying a soapy rag.

"Watch where you're going servant!" Uther spat. Simon laughed.

"Sorry sire. Sires?" Merlin bowed his head.

Arthur ignored him. "Merlin, do you have any idea where Gwen is?"

"She's in..." His hand was pointing at the room he had just left. Suddenly Merlin felt great concern. "Is there a problem?" Merlin asked. Everyone ignored him once again. Gladwin pushed past them and opened the doors to the room.

The four of them stood there looking on at the girl on the floor, scrubbing away.

All too suddenly was she aware of them. She stood up, afraid.

She curtsied and asked; "Sires?"

Simon was unimpressed. Uther was unsure of what to do. Arthur was concerned about Gwen.

Gladwin just stood there with a big grin and stared at her in disbelief.

"You look just like your mother." He said weakly before walking briskly across the room to hold her.

Gwen was sure she had done something wrong when he started charging at her. She was so confused. Her mother? She held up her hands in the air, one of which contained a dirty sponge. It didn't stop Gladwin for pulling her into his arms.

"Oh." she said, surprised. She smiled politely in her confusion. Gladwin didn't let go before she coughed awkwardly. Poor Gwen Arthur thought. What would it be like to learn your whole life is a lie?

Gladwin stepped away, looking at her. Taking every bit of her in.

She had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"I'm sorry to speak out of place... Sire... But I'm not sure I know who you are."

"Oh, Guinevere." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You can call me father."


So, what did you think? I definetly want this this to come off as realistic. I'll try and explain about everyones feelings and the man who raised Gwen and blah blah blah... It wont be "Oh, So I'm a princess? Coolio papa bear."


xD I'll ONLY continue if I get atleast two reviews. It's not to much to ask for is it? Then again it could be a load of crap so warn me not to waste my time.

Peace and love xxoo