Chapter 1
It was near Christmas time in Camelot.
The royal banquet hall was filled with guests and royals alike.
In the middle of the banquet hall, there stood Camelot's crowning jewel, Prince Arthur.
Just Prince.
"So, letting the gloating begin..."
Arthur turned to see his friend Morgana, clad in a glistening robe of gold and green jewels, smirking at him.
"Well, it took hard training, sheer strength, and..."
"I know, I know, tell me the story later, when you have less of an arrogance to do so," she said turning.
"Well, yes Morgana, you wouldn't understand...your not a swordsman..." he said sighing.
Morgana almost turned beet red, but stopped herself. Who was he to tell her she wasn't skilled at handling a sword?
It wasn't good at telling him how bad he was, everyone knew he was the best sword fighter in the kingdom.
"Well, since your so jealous..."
"Don't flatter yourself!"
He laughed.
"Where is he?" Morgana whispered.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to hope Merlin has better conversation," Morgana snapped.
Arthur stopped laughing.
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Merlin for days."
Morgana paled.
"Perhaps he's just...sick?"
"If he took a day off for being sick, I wouldn't believe it," Arthur countered, frowning.