Okay, I write, you let me know what you think. This chapter isn't as exciting as the later ones will be but I wanted to let you know where we stand in the story. I Decided to use Guinevere's POV because it is something I don't do too often and haven't seen done at all (at least that I can remember). But Please keep in mind that it will get much more exciting (at least I hope so anyway).
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own King Arthur or any of it's official characters.
My name is Guinevere. It has been two years since the battle on Baden hill, two years since Dagonet, Tristan, and Lancelot, three of my husband's closest friends, had almost died. I am extremely happy that they are well now, and all the Knights had decided to make their homes here, under the reign of their Commander and friend, King Arthur, my husband. I'll admit, it wasn't too hard to become accustomed to ruling, being the daughter of Merlin, who is in essence the leader of our tribe. Many warriors, known to many as Woads, some of the other names we are called I simply refuse to repeat.
The moon is high overhead as I run through the woods in which I traveled as a child. Rushing to meet my father by the river. He spoke to Arthur and I a while back. There is trouble on the horizon that, despite is best abilities, he cannot foresee. Being raised as a Woad, I am a lot more able to sneak out for this meeting than my husband, not withstanding the fact that he is King and needed constantly. Not to say I am not needed, I mean honestly, I'm needed to do this at the moment, aren't I? Not to mention it is also my duty to provide Arthur with an heir, which I am proud to say, we are expecting in seven months time, provided it is a boy, if not…wait why am I speaking of this? I am running to see my father.
As to the reason the Knights aren't included in this, is for another reason entirely. The second reason as to why Arthur sent me here tonight. I shall not mention what that is here, you will find out in time. But the three of us, my father, Arthur and I, we found the perfect solution to both of these dillemas jointly. All fixed with an arrival.
"Guinevere, you are tardy." My father said in his quiet voice. "I am sorry. I had a difficult time getting past the gaurds." At my father's feet was a bag, filled entirely with the information Arthur and I desperately needed.
"Understandable. I take it Arthur was needed?" I nodded in reply to this. He is often busy, but he makes time for me and trusts me to help him where help is needed. It makes me happy to know that my beloved husband relies on me. A feeling we wish on everyone who doesn't have it. "Here is the information you requested, daughter. Return to your husband, and don't stress, It is my greatest wish that my grandchild be healthy, so do not run like you so obviously have." I couldn't hide the guilty look that crossed my face. My father smiled, cupping my chin in his hand. "I wish you could know the joy it brings me to see you this happy, my daughter." I smiled back. Many fear the Woads and believe Merlin to be uncaring and bloodthirsty. But any who have seen him smile instantly forget all their assumptions.
"I will take care father." I spoke as I took the bag from him. "When shall they be expected?"
"Three nights prior, this very spot." I nodded, giving him a quick hug I turned to leave. "Guinevere?" I turned. "Remind your husband to sleep once in a while." I smiled with a nod. He really hadn't been sleeping that much lately, which was partly my own fault, I admit.
As I reached the castle we had built by Hadrian's Wall, my walk slowed. Watching out for the gaurds I managed to make my way back to the chamber Arthur and I share, to find him sitting in a plush armchair. We shared a smile as I made my way over to him. After we shared a kiss, I sat down in the chair next to him, putting the sack down on the table in front of us. Emptying the contents, we spent many hours looking through, getting the information on those who would be arriving in three nights.
It was late by the time we went to bed.
As the nights passed, we waited in great anticipation. It felt like forever, until, on the third day, Arthur gathered his Knights to tell them of the ones who would at that night be arriving.
Well there is the prologue, review and let me know what you think.
Mira