Hello! So I started another story. I know I already have another drabble story but this deserved a story all its own. Updates for this should be much more regular then the other. On with the drabble!

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.


Lady Rosamund looked out over the training field watching the handsome knights of Camelot do sword drills in the heat of the sun.

She was new to Camelot and found the swirling red and gold capes dancing in the breeze mesmerizing.

Something else mesmerizing caught Rosamund's eye.

The knight Percival's arms, bulging and rippling with muscles and tension after each strike or block.

Those large, strong arms. The tall knight had no chainmail sleeves to hide them. Rosamund knew he must simply be the strongest knight of Albion.

She smiled. It looked like she found her date to the ball.


I required an OC for this one. I rather like her. She may pop up other drabbles, whenever I'm in need of an OC. Have a nice day!