Confirmed Harem Members: Morguase
Strong Likelyhood: Morgana, Gwen, Nimueh
Maybe/Up for debate: Female Arthur, Lady Vivian, Lady Elena, Sophia, Catrina of Tregor(The real one, not the troll),
Not happening: Mithian
Chapter 2: Not so Valiant
Western Isles
Small Marketplace
In the marketplace, booths lined up along one side of the narrow hall. Smoke filled the air, making it harder to breathe than normal. After a moment, a knight by the name of Valiant wanders in, looking for a particular booth.
When he sees the merchant he was looking for, Valiant says, "I understand you have a shield for me."
The merchant nods and motions for him to come behind the counter.
The merchant holds up a shield with three intertwined green snakes with red eyes on a yellow field. "With your swordcraft and this shield, I guarantee you will win." The merchant assured the knight, confident his craft would hold up.
"Show me how it works." Valiant orders.
"Certainly." The merchant says obediently. "Tharinna imbicentra. Orpha hormanace doll!"
After the incantation is complete, snakes slither out of the shield, their hisses piercing the otherwise quiet area. Knight Valiant looks on them with something akin to wonder.
The merchant looks proud that he has managed to impress the knight. "When you're competing in the tournament, you pin your opponent under the shield, a snake strikes" Here he moves hand like a snake, making it strike. "Your opponent will be paralyzed." The merchant hands over the shield carefully and smiles.
"The snakes are now under your command. They will do anything that you tell them to do."
"Anything?" The knight says, looking up from his newest acquisition.
"Just say the word."
The knight and merchant look at each other, both laughing darkly before Valiant's face turns blank.
"Kill him." Valiant orders.
The merchant becomes terrified as a snake strikes, biting him in the throat and he falls over dead. Valiant looks over the body with a blank expression before turning to leave.
Dressed in full armor and carrying the enchanted shield, Valiant arrives in Camelot 4 days later and places his helmet and seal on the registration table.
"Knight Valiant of the Western Isles. I'm here for the tournament."
The steward nods and writes something down. "Welcome to Camelot. "
Later that same day
In a training field outside of the castle, Daemon stood in silence, holding two training swords behind his back. He was reflecting on his last week. It had been one week since he had killed Mary Collins, and so far it had been great. His friendships with Gwen and Morgana were coming along nicely, and his training under Gaius in the way of the physician was proving fruitful. He had learned some new spells as well.
However, it had not been all great. He had been trying to make peace with Arthur for everyone's sake, but Arthur had rebuffed all his attempts. Uther also did not like him all that much, but that was to be expected, since he had been partially responsible for putting the King in a difficult position. Something was also calling out to him while he was trying to sleep, and while he was ignoring it by blocking it out with magic, this voice was starting to yell at him. He was pretty sure it was the Great Dragon that Gaius spoke off.
It was then that Daemon heard grass rustle and metal chain links cling. Damon turned to see the person who he had called, his 'old friend' that he saved from Sarrum. "I'm happy you came."
"And miss an opportunity to see you, Daemon? Never." The blonde woman said.
"Glad to hear it," he said as he tossed her one of the training swords. She caught it gracefully and immediately assumed a stance, with Daemon doing the same. "I need to train for this tournament with someone who can match me in combat."
"Let's see jf you've improved any," she said, though Daemon knew it was all playful. They closed the distance between each other and clashed, the sound of their steel resounding through the air.
Physicians Chambers
5 hours later
Daemon walks in, closing the door behind him.
Gaius looks him over and chuckles, mixing a vial with one hand. "So, how was your training?"
Daemon puts his training swords back in his room and sits down. "It was good, I got to see my old friend." Daemon focuses on the book about proper royal etiquette and it fly's into his hands and he begins reading.
"Oi! " Gaius exclaims, slapping the back of Daemon's head. "What have I told you about using magic like this?"
"Gaius, relax. It's just a small spell and the door is closed. Nobody is gonna see it. I have to keep practicing otherwise my skill dulls." Daemon said.
"Never mind your skills. What do I do if you get caught?"
Daemon turns around to look at Gaius. "What would you do?" he asks innocently.
"Well you just make sure it doesn't happen so we won't have to find out, for both our sakes." Gaius says as he once again begins the massage on Daemon's shoulders.
"Speaking of that, how are you going to convince the king, who is already cross with you and Arthur, to let you participate?" asked Gaius.
"You don't need to worry about that. I took care of that a few days ago," Daemon said, remembering the audience he had with Uther a few days ago.
Flashback
3 days ago
"The king will see you now," the herald said as the doors opened to the council room. Daemon walked several steps and let the herald close the doors behind him, before approaching Uther, who sat on his throne. Daemon stopped a respectable distance away before kneeling and bowing his head.
"Your grace," Daemon said.
"Rise," Uther said and Daemon stood back up. "Tell me why you have requested this audience with me."
"Your grace, it is my desire to participate in Camelot's Tournament of Knights, set to happen in five days time." Daemon started.
Uther responded by saying, "Now, ignoring the fact that you are partially responsible for my son's punishment, why would I allow this? Only knights are allowed to participate in that particular tournament."
"Your grace is correct. That requirement would be a problem….if I wasn't still a knight." Daemon said.
"Explain yourself." Uther ordered.
"Would I be correct in assuming that Your Grace has heard of the wandering knight known as "The Black Dragon"?" Daemon asked.
"I have." Uther acknowledged. He had heard talk of a wandering knight in the northern kingdoms who participated in tourneys, yet held no allegiance to any kingdom. He also wore the coat of arms of House Blackfyre, whose coat of arms was a black three-headed dragon eating it's own tail on a red field. That particular family were vassals to his old friend, the former Duke Gorlois Le Fay. That family, alongside their sister family, House Targaryen, perished with Gorlois against the forces of Cenred in the Battle of the Merenora. They had sent for reinforcements, but the messenger had been injured on his way to Camelot by Cenreds men, who had been waiting for him. Because of his injury, he arrived too late to Camelot.
"Well, Your Grace. I am that knight." Daemon informed.
Uther gained a look of realization as he studied Daemon's face more closely. "What was your full name again?" Uther said.
"My full name is Daemon Blackfyre, Your Grace," Daemon bowed his head in respect.
Uther turned to a guard as ordered, "Go fetch Geoffrey and have him bring the record containing House Blackfyre."
20 minutes later, the guard arrived back with Geoffrey while Daemon was washing out his hair in a bucket of water.
"I have searched the record entirely my lord." Geffrey said, "According to them, there was a Daemon Blackfyre born to one Visenya Blackfyre around the same time that the Lady Morgana was born. He was born out of wedlock, but legitimized as a member of the house one year after his birth. Considering then, that the man before you has with him the ring for the Lord of House Blackfyre, the House Seal, and the scroll of Legitimazation containing that specific name, I see no reason to believe that this man is not Daemon Blackfyre."
"Why do you dye your hair then?" Uther asked, as Daemon finished washing his hair out, revealing the silvery white hair common among House Targaryen and Blackfyre.
"The hair is a more obvious give away than my eyes, Your Grace." Daemon said. "I do not enjoy flaunting my status, especially since I am one of the last of a House with no lands or titles."
"Very Well, thank you Geoffrey." Uther said as he dismissed him.
"You have my gratitude for coming to me about this beforehand, as opposed to surprising me in the stands the day of the tournament. It would not have ended well for you had you tried that." Uther said. "From this point onward, you are henceforth allowed to participate in any of Camelot's tournaments."
Flashback end
"Well, you just be careful when you're out there. These Tournaments can get very ugly." Gaius said, as Daemon finished telling his story.
Next Day
Day one of the Tournaments
The trumpets sounded an all the walk in.
In the stands, Gwen and Morgana sit excitedly as the competitors enter the arena, clapping with the rest of the crowd. They noticed the one in the back. "My Lady, is that-" Gwen started to ask.
"Yes, I believe it is." Morgana assured her handmaiden as they both recognized Daemon. Daemon was dressed in black breeches tucked into of the same style of boots that Arthur wears, with the exception being that Daemon's are black. He wore a black long sleeved shirt underneath a long-sleeved chainmail shirt this is painted black. His tunic was colored blood red and had the large black three-headed dragon on the chest. He did wear black leather gloves like most knights, but they could not be seen underneath his black Nazgul Gauntlets. He wears a pair of black shoulder pauldrons and a black hauberk(The same one's that Mordred wore after he joined up with Morgana in Season 5). TO finish, he had a Black Ice Helmet that was colored black, had black spread out dragon wings on either side of the helmet as decoration, and currently tucked underneath his right arm.
"I didn't know Daemon was a knight, My Lady." Gwen said, with Morgana nodding as she did not know either. Uther strutted past the front line of knights.
"Knights of the realm," Uther addressed them, "it's a great honour to welcome you to the tournament at Camelot. Over the next three days, you will come to put your bravery to the test, your skills as warriors, and of course, to challenge the reigning champion, my son, Prince Arthur. Only one can have the honor of being crowned champion, and he will receive a prize of 1,000 gold pieces."
On a nearby table, a box is opened by a servant, revealing the gold. The spectators gasp and many people, some knights included, look at the gold in the box with greed.
"It is in combat that we learn a knight's true nature, whether he is indeed a warrior or a coward. The tournament begins!"
The crowd cheers and the knights exit the arena. Uther stops by Arthur on his way to the stands, as Arthur was up first.
"I trust you will make me proud." Uther mutters, slapping Arthur on the back before moving towards the stands.
The two opponents face each other as guards take Arthur and the other knight's capes, and they both put on helmets. The crowd cheers loudly as Arthur and the knight begin to fight, going back and forth initially. The knight Arthur was fighting was quick on his feet but he lacked strength and endurance, and was quickly taken out by Arthur after another 15 seconds of fighting. The crowd cheers at the prince's victory.
Daemon was in the same division as knight Valiant, but Daemon came after Valiant's first fight. Daemon was up against a knight from Alined's kingdom that had entered the tournament.
Both Daemon and the knight readied themselves. The knight pulled out his sword, and then Daemon pulls out his. It was then that the crowd saw what kind of sword that Daemon was wielding. It was a greatsword. The blade was long and thick, with a thousand ripples in it. It has a black, scaled handle with the cross guard having a black dragon head with red eyes on both sides of the crossguard. A red circular jewel is in the middle of the crossguard and a dragon head like the ones on the crossguard acts as a pommel. This is Blackfyre. The ancestral sword of House Blackfyre and previously House Targaryen. And he was wielding it with one hand.
Many in the crowd, both knights and civilians thought it was foolish what he was doing. Wielding a greatsword with one hand effectively was suicide.
"Let battle commence!" Uther declared.
Daemon struck with ferocity, swinging Blackfyre with ease. The knight's eyes widened under his helm as he blocked with his shield. Yet the force of the blow was so great that the foreign knight was knocked to the ground, helmet falling off.
The knight got back up and stared at Daemon. Daemon egged him to come at him. The knight charged at him, swinging his sword, which Daemon blocked with his shield. He blocked several more wild strikes from the knight, parried away a blow with his shield.
Daemon went on the attack, swinging Blackfyre with precision and ferocious strength. The strength behind his blows forced the knight to go on the defense and back up as he blocked, barely keeping himself upright. The crowd also noticed how easily Daemon swung the blade.
Daemon attacked again and this time the knight blocked him with his sword. Big mistake, as Daemon maneuvered and twisted the blade out of the knights hands, the sword flying into the air. Moving quickly, Daemon stepped close and elbowed the knight hard in the face with his sword hand, the impact giving the knight bloody nose and causing his back to hit the dirt, unconscious.
The crowd was stunned for a moment, before Morgana, followed by Gwen and the rest of the crowd cheered at such an upset. Even Uther, who didn't really like Daemon that much, applauded at such an entertaining fight. Arthur, who was watching, was a bit worried, but not too much.
Daemon was up against the knight who dual-wielded scimitar sometime after Arthurs final fight for the day.
"Begin!" Uther announced.
The dual wielding knight attacked first. He swung one scimitar with flourish, bringing it in a downward strike to Daemon's head, who blocked with his shield. The dualwielder struck again, with a decapitation slice, which was parried away by Blackfyre. Daemon struck out with his sword, which the dualwielder managed to stop by blocking with both sword.
This back and forth went on for a full minute, until the dualwielder found a opening and gave a swift spin kick to Daemon's face. Momentarily distracted, the dualwielder brought both swords down on Daemon's head. Daemon was able to get Blackfyre up in time to block the attack with one hand.
Daemon held him there while the other knight put all of his weight and strength to try and overpower Daemon. Then suddenly, Daemon pushed him off and went on the offensive. Swinging his sword, he unleashed several powerful swings that knocked the dual wielding knight back several times. The knights arms were getting numb from the strain of trying to defend against his powerful blows.
The knight tries to put up his swords to block but they were bashed away with Daemon's shield, before he swiftly followed up with a swift, gauntlet covered punch to the knight's face, knocking him out.
The crowd roars in applause at the battle and Daemon raises his sword high in the air, adding further applause.
Valiant would easily win his last match for the day, with Daemon watching one of the fights.
"He's pretty good." Daemon comments as he takes his armor off.
After his last fight of the day Valiant exits the arena and stops near Daemon.
"May I offer my congratulations on your victories today?" Valiant says, still managing to sound arrogant while congratulating another knight.
"Same to you." Daemon replies courteously, although he doesn't sound impressed.
"I hope to see you at the reception this evening." The knight says before turning to leave, followed by his servant.
"Creep." Daemon mutters.
Reception Hall
Later that evening
In the throne room, the knights in the tournament line up to meet with Uther and Lady Morgana. Daemon makes it to the front of the line and bows low to the king "Knight Daemon Blackfyre, Your Grace," He says after he straightens.
"I saw you fighting today." The king says, looking impressed. Despite the fact he didn't like him as a person, Uther respected Daemon's martial skill. He had never seen someone wield a greatsword so fluidly and easily with one hand, "You have a very quick and powerful style."
"Well, as Your Grace said, 'To lose is to be disgraced.'" Daemon says, earning another approving glance.
"I couldn't agree more." Uther agrees, turning towards Morgana. "Knight Blackfyre, allow me to introduce the Lady Morgana, my ward."
Daemon bows to kiss Morgana's hand while further back in the line, Arthur looks on with a wry grin.
"My Lady."
"I saw you competing today, Daemon." Morgana flirted, obviously impressed with his skill.
"I saw you watching." He flirted back.
"It's not very nice you know, letting me believe you were just a Physican's apprentice." Morgana playfully chided.
"Oh I still am his apprentice. I simply prefer not to flaunt my knightly status." Daemon said. "I understand the tournament champion has the honor of escorting My Lady to the feast."
"That's correct." Morgana purrs.
"Then I will have to make sure that I win the tournament."
Morgana smiles and nods to him, Daemon nods back.
"Save me a dance, My Lady." Daemon says once again, before nodding to Gwen and then walking over to shake hands and converse with other knights, Morgana and Gwen watching him. Valiant is introduced to Morgana next, but she is less impressed with him, since she had a crush on Daemon.
Arthur bows to his father.
"Arthur."
"Father." Arthur replies. Arthur throws a look over at Valiant before walking to Morgana.
"They all seem rather impressed by Daemon and Knight Valiant." Morgana says, trying to rile him up. Though, in her case, she was only interested in one of them.
"They're not the only ones." Arthur retorts.
Morgana tilts her head slightly as she studies him. "You're not jealous, are you?"
"I don't see there's anything to be jealous of." Morgana's smile fades at the insult and Arthur walks on.
"Could Arthur be any more obnoxious?" Morgana murmurs to Gwen, who is standing right behind her mistress. "I so hope Daemon wins the tournament."
"You don't really mean that." Gwen says shaking her head.
"Yes, I do." Morgana disagrees, giving the knight another look.
Next Morning
The next morning, Daemon is checking over his armor when he hears a hissing sound. "Hello? Is there someone there?" Daemon calls out.
Noticing Valiant's shield, Daemon leans down to get a closer look and sees one of the snake eyes blink. His eyes glow and he sees an apparition of three snakes coming of the shield.
Shaking his head, he moved away and got his stuff. He did not yet understand this new ability of his. First, he sees Mary Collins in her true form. And now he's getting the feeling that the shield maybe more special then he thought.
Later
In the tournament arena, Arthur marches into the middle and acknowledges the crowd. Daemon stops and watches him from the entrance.
Daemon watches as Arthur fights his next opponent and easily crush his opponent.
Daemon's matches for the day were easily won within 30 secs. He was beginning to think that Valiant and Arthur were the only rivals he had here.
Then Valiant enters to fight in the arena. During the fight, Valiant knocks down Sir Ewan, whose helm rolls off. Valiant pins him down with his shield.
"Strike him." Valiant orders.
The serpents come out of Valiant shield, while Ewan stares at them with wide eyes.
"Strike him!" Insists Valiant.
The serpent strikes out and bites Sir Ewan who falls unconscious before retreating back into the shield.
Valiant hits him over the head and stands up victorious while the crowd cheers loudly. Daemon see Sir Ewan just lying there. Gaius enters the arena to check on the fallen knight.
Later
Physician's Chambers
Daemon plows through the door to the physicians chambers and puts his armor down on one of the tables. Before joining Gaius at Sir Ewan's side.
"How is he?" Asks Daemon.
"It's most odd." Gaius tells him, pointing to a small would on his neck. "Look at this. See these two small wounds. Looks like a snake bite."
"That shouldn't be possible. He was in the middle of a sword fight." Daemon said. Plus, somebody should have seen it if that was the case.
Gaius nods, and explains "But the symptoms are consistent with snake poisoning: slow pulse, fever, paralysis."
"Can he be healed?" Daemon said. He knew great deal about magic and knew some healing magic as well, but he was not particularly good at it yet. It wasn't his forte.
"Well, if it is a snake bite, I'll have to extract venom from the snake that bit him to make an antidote." Gaius says, busying himself at one of his worktables.
"What happens if he doesn't get the antidote?" Daemon asks.
"Then I'm afraid there's nothing more I can do for him. He's going to die." Gaius says, matter-of-factly, before going back to tending Sir Ewan.
Daemon looks thoughtful for a moment before murmuring. "He was fighting Knight Valiant."
"What's that?" Gaius asks, distracted.
"Nothing." Daemon muttered as he walked out the door.
As Valiant walks through the one of the castle chambers towards his rooms, Daemon spies on him from around the corner. He follows to spy on Valiant in his guest quarters. As he watches from the open door, Valiant pulls a mouse out of a cage and dangles it in front of the shield.
"Dinner time. Come on." Valiant coaxes.
The snakes in the shield appear and Valiant feeds the mouse to them.
"Weirdo," Daemon said as he looked around to see no-one approaching or coming down the hall. Focusing, he muttered his spell, "Invisique." Daemon turned completely invisible and pushed the door to Valliant's room open, the door creaking as it moved.
Valiant looked up to see his door opened but no one was out there. "Hello? Who's there?" He called out.
Valiant's response was Daemon's invisible fist slamming into his head, knocking him out. The door closed and Daemon became visible again. The snakes turned to him and hissed, looking to come out of the shield to bite him. Daemon raised his hand while his eyes glowed, the snakes becoming still as a statue.
"Interesting, it's some kind of animation spell," Daemon said as he gripped one of the heads while holding Valiant's sword, and cut off the head. He reactivated his invisibility spell before opening the door. Peaking his head out the door to make sure no one was coming, he exited the room and closed the door. Once he was far enough away, and in a secluded corner, he undid his invisibility.
Physician's Chamber
Gaius drains some venom from the snake head into a bottle before inspecting.
"I'll get started preparing the antidote." Gaius says, grabbing some ingredients.
"I need to prepare for tomorrow. He and I are in the same division, so I need to prepare myself for the fight." Daemon said.
"And Daemon," Gaius added, making him turn, "what you did was very brave."
"Thanks," Daemon said as he walked into his room. Moving to the wall near his closet, he placed his hand on the wall, muttering a quick spell as his eyes glowed. A purple outline appeared and the part of the wall inside the outline disappeared to reveal a hiding place. This was a special hiding place he had created when he first got here, so he could safely hide his magic artifacts, books, and other special equipment. Plus, you could only open these hiding places if you had Magic and knew the right spell, and since he created it, only he knew these hiding places.
Daemon pulled out a red book with the Blackfyre symbol on it. This was his families grimoire, or spellbook, documenting all the magical knowledge and spells that House Blackfyre had acquired over the years.
He needed a spell that would allow him to reveal the snakes in the middle of the fight, that way he could kill Valiant without repercussion. Telling Uther or Arthur would do him no good right now.
He found it. The spell of revelation. Typically used to reveal the true nature of living creatures in disguise and not used for inanimate objects, but the principles were the same.
Daemon brings up a Rottweiler puppy statue to his room and begins using the spell on the dog statue.
One Hour Later
Daemon is leaning against his bed, mumbling the spell once more. "Bebiede þe arisan cwicum." Daemon chants tiredly, his eyes closed. Unbeknownst to him, the spell works. A low growl sounds from the corner.
Daemon doesn't notice and repeats the spell. "Bebiede þe arisan cwicum."
The Rottweiler barks, and Daemon slowly looks up. A huge smile breaks out over his face when he sees the dog.
His expression immediately turns cautious when the dog starts lunging at Daemon. Holding his hand up, it glowed purple, with him saying to the dog, "Be calm."
The Rottweiler immediately calmed down and began panting. Daemon held out his hand for the dog. The dog licked it and Daemon then began petting the small pup. "Cool, I got a new pet out of this."
"I think I'll call you Ned. How'd you like that?" Which the puppy responded with a bark of approval. "Alright." Daemon went to gets some stuff for his dog, including a blanket to sleep on and a bowl for his food and water.
"Why am I hearing a dog barking in there?" Gaius asked.
"'Cause I got me a new pet." Daemon said with a smile as he gathered some meat and water in two separate bowls for Ned, confusing Gaius who peeked around the corner to see Daemon feeding his new dog. Smiling a bit, Gaius let him be.
Next day
Daemon watched as a serving boy uses a step ladder to put on the helm of Arthur's next opponent.
In the stands, Morgana absently strokes Gwen's cloak.
"You're not worried about him, are you?" Gwen asked Morgana.
"No." Morgana replies a little too quickly.
As Daemon goes about getting himself ready, he sees Valiant put down his shield.
After a fierce fight against the bear like knight, Arthur knocks out the knight and wins. Valiant wins his next match as well, leaving Daemon and Valiant to fight for their place in the finals.
Both Daemon and Valiant meet in the middle, bowing to the king before drawing their weapons and readying for battle.
"Begin!" Uther shouted.
Valiant roared as he made the first move, slicing at Daemon, who blocked it. Daemon attacked with Blackfyre, swiping at his head. Valiant ducked and stepped on Daemon's foot and tried to uppercut Daemon with a shield bash but Daemon blocked with his own shield, before headbutting Valiant, the ringing from the impact stopping them for a moment before they charged at each other again.
They both swung at each other's head, the sound of two steel swords clashing reverberated through the air. Valiant sliced at Daemon and Daemon parried his blow and stabbed at the Valiant's stomach. Valiant parried that away and followed with a neck slice which was parried away. Valiant sliced again but then this time, Daemon blocked the strike and then forced the sword to the floor and delivered a powerful elbow followed by a shieldbash, both to Valiant's face, a ringing sound could be heard as the Valiant stumbled away.
Daemon pressed his attack with an overhead slash, which Valiant turned around and brought his shield to block. Valiant stabbed at Daemon which was knocked away and Valiant followed up with another slash to the midsection that was parried. Daemon tried an upwards slash that Valiant leaned back to avoid, which Daemon then followed up by pivoting and using a spin slash which the Valiant was forced to backstep further to avoid it. Daemon then followed up with a crescent kick to Valiant 's face, and then a blade kick with his other leg to Valiant's face that knocked his helmet off and sent Valiant to the ground.
Daemon took his helmet off, and pulled his mail couf down, keeping the playing field even as Valiant did the same.
Clashing with each other briefly, Daemon forced Valiant back and silently chants, "Bebiede þe arisan cwicum."
His eyes glow for a split second and with a hiss, two of the snakes come out of the shield and, the crowd stands up with gasps of surprise.
"What are you doing?" Valiant exclaims, looking down at the shield in shock. "I didn't summon you!"
Uther stands partway off of his throne. "He is using magic." The king says distastefully.
'Wow, isn't he observant today.' Daemon though sarcastically.
"Guess you're not so valiant after all." Daemon mocks. He discarded his shield, letting it drop to the ground.
Valiant looks around chuckles darkly before sending the snakes to the ground with the order, "Kill him!"
Daemon swings Blackfyre in a wide arc, and kills the snakes. Spinning Blackfyre a few times to relieve wrist tension, Daemon says, "I'm done playing around with you, Valiant."
Daemon then swipes at Valiant with two hands on Blackfyre, who blocks the attack, but feels his arm going numb. Daemon uses an overhead slash and Valiant blocks and tries to redirect the attack, but the force from the blow causes Valiant to lose his grip on his sword.
Daemon then slices open Valiant's unprotected shins, causing him to shout in pain before another slice cuts through the chainmail protecting his stomach, causing his blood and organs to start spilling out. Daemon finishes him off by poising Blackfyre to stab and stabs him clean through the heart.
"It looks like I'll be the one fighting Arthur." Daemon says to the knight before pulling his blade out.
Valiant's corpse falls the ground, and crowd cheers on the victorious dragon knight. Daemon walks off of the tournament grounds.
Council Chambers
In the council chambers, some of the competitors are sitting at a long table enjoying a large dinner with the king. Arthur is sitting at the king's right, and Daemon is sitting at the king's left.
"Long live Blackfyre!" All of the knights cheer.
"So, Daemon," Uther says as he pours himself some more wine. "do you think you stand a chance of defeating my son?"
"He is a great warrior, Your Grace. I do hope I can provide a worthy challenge." Daemon raises his glass before taking a drink.
"You have my thanks for taking care of Knight Valiant. Magic is not tolerated here in Camelot." Uther said, still pissed that a knight from an allied nation would dare to use magic in his kingdom.
"The honor was mine, Your Grace." Daemon replied with a smile.
Later in the Courtyard
In the courtyard once more, Daemon was playing fetch with Ned. Daemon threw the rubber ball he had and Ned barked, going to fetch it.
Gwen approaches softly and says "Hello, Daemon."
"Hey Gwen. How are you?" Daemon asks.
"I'm doing fine. Thank you" Gwen says before Ned trots. "Aww, and who is this?"
"This is Ned, my new dog." He says as Gwen offers her hand, and Ned sniffs it before he licks, showing that he liked her.
"He's cute." She said as she stroked puppy's chin.
"Yeah, Ned's a loveable little Rottwieler. Aren't you?" Daemon said as he tickled Ned's belly, making the dog roll over as he tickled him more.
"Hey, I hope I didn't make things weird between us." Daemon said as he scratched his puppies head.
"What do you mean?" Gwen asked.
"Well, I wanted to talk with you during the reception the first day, but I had read up on court etiquette and I didn't want to look like I was insulting Morgana by talking to her handmaiden over her."
"Oh no, it's fine. I understand, believe me. That's normal." Gwen assured him though she had a small blush, "Morgana might not care that much, but someone like the king would."
"Well, I'm glad. I was afraid that you wouldn't want to talk with me anymore." Daemon said, causing Gwen to smile as the both sat on the steps next to each other, while Nathan held Ned in his arms and petted him.
"So, you're fighting Arthur tomorrow." Gwen said.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Daemon said confidently.
"Do you think you can win?" Gwen asked. After all, she had seen Arthur win the tournament 5 times in a row.
"I know I can." Daemon said, his confidence in his experience visible to her. A cute little burp from Ned drawn their attention as they laughed.
Next morning
Early the next morning, Daemon sat on his bed, wiping Valiant's blood off of Blackfyre.
Arthur stands in the arena and looks around. After a minute, he turns around and heads back to the castle where Arthur's serving boy, Morris, helps him with his armor. Morgana enters, and Morris bows and exits. Morgana puts her hands on Arthur's back and he begins to turn around to see his visitor.
"Let me." Morgana says, reaching up to fix one of the straps on Arthur's armor.
"I used to help my father with his armor." Morgana explains as she walks around, picking up the helmet and handing it to Arthur.
"Thanks." Arthur says before turning to leave.
"Arthur," Morgana calls after him, causing him to turn around. "be careful." She likes Daemon but Arthur was still a brother to her. She didn't want him to get hurt.
Arthur nods. "See you at the feast." He says with a sad smile before turning to leave.
The crowd cheers loudly as Arthur enters the arena with a determined look on his face. Daemon was already there. Morgana looks on nervously as the two champions meet in the middle. The two meet a few inches apart, staring each other down.
"You can still back out, you know." Arthur said.
Daemon retorted back, "I've faced worse than a spoiled prince."
"Have it your way then," Arthur said as they both shake hands, before moving back.
Arthur and Daemon put on their helmets and prepare to fight. Daemon immediately discarded his shield and went with two hands on Blackfyre. He would need all of his speed to defeat Arthur.
"Let the final match begin!"
Daemon began the fight with a ferocious assault on Arthur. He swiped at Arthur's face with Blackfyre, only for Arthur to block with his shield. Daemon sliced at his neck only to be blocked by his shield. Daemon swiped again at his head only for Arthur to duck, though he had to jump back so he didn't get hit by the slice to his stomach.
For a few moments, he had Arthur on the defensive. That quickly changed though, as Arthur blocked one of Daemon's slices to his body, followed by ducking underneath the one aimed at his head, then blocking the one to his body, before swinging his own sword, hitting Blackfyre and trying to disarm Daemon though it did not work.
Arthur attempted an overhead strike, but Daemon caught it with his own sword, before forcing Arthur's sword to the ground and delivered a strong backhand to Arthur's helmet covered face, knocking the helmet off. As Arthur staggered away, he recovered and turned narrowly avoided another swipe from Daemon, before locking swords with him on the downward slash from Daemon, using the swords momentum and his own strength to force it to the ground, before bashing Daemon's face with his shield, knocking his own helmet off.
They both pulled their chainmail coifs off and continued the fight. Arthur swung at Daemon several times, only for Daemon to knock the last one away, and deliver a harsh swing, slicing Arthur's shield completely in half. Arthur quickly discarded his now useless shield and began two-handing his blade.
Arthur swung to decapitate Daemon but he maneuvered his head out of the way. Arthur swung again at Daemon's chest but Daemon parried the blow. Arthur gripped his sword tightly and swung at Daemon's head, but Daemon ducked under strike and stepped across Arthur's left side, delivering a shoulder charge to his stomach, causing Arthur to fall on his back.
Daemon relieved his wrist tension by spinning his sword and readied Blackfyre just as Arthur returned to his knees and sliced at Daemon's knees, which was parried away. Arthur stabbed at Daemon from his kneeling position, which was parried and then attempted an overhead strike as he rose, which made Daemon spin pivot on his feet and parry away. As Daemon returned to his original position, his free hand grasped Arthur's sword wrist to his body, locking out the arm and delivering a blow with the butt of his sword to Arthur's lower rib before letting him go, causing him to stumble away.
Daemon swung at Arthur's neck but missed. They both swung at each other and their swords clashed. Tiring and getting desperate, Arthur unleashed a flurry of lightning quick attacks against Daemon for a few minutes, putting him on the defense, but Daemon was just as fast. Finally, Daemon was able to parry a winded Arthur's overreaching blow away and kicked out his knee. Arthur tried to rise but Daemon delivered a fierce blade kick to Arthur's face, causing him to fall back further.
Daemon quickly moved over to the downed Arthur and placed the tip of Blackfyre directly on the middle of Arthur's chest. The crowd rose in anticipation of what might happen next. "Yield." Daemon said.
Arthur didn't say anything at first, so Daemon pushed the tip through the chainmail Arthur was wearing, the tip now touching his bare chest. "Last chance Arthur. YIELD!" Daemon shouted.
"I….I yield." Arthur struggled to get out, the taste of defeat leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Daemon pulled his sword away from Arthur and extended his hand to help him up, which Arthur took.
The crowd erupted in cheers, not caring who won as that had been an excellent fight. Plus, Arthur had not yet earned the support of the people back after his stunt with Daemon a week ago.
Arthur's Chambers
An hour later
Arthur barged into his chambers and slammed the door shut. Gripping his head and looking as if he might rip out his own hair.
He had lost. He had lost in front of his father, in front of all of Camelot. His father thought he was weak. He had told him himself in private after his loss. Uther was even beginning to believe that he might be unworthy of being his heir.
He hated this! He was always under so much pressure, thanks to his father's impossibly high standards! Worse, he felt so alone. Sure, he had Morgana as a surrogate sister, but he needed brother. Or male friend and a real one, not the sycophants in the knights of Camelot.
Sighing, he let his servant Morris in so he could get ready for the feast that for the past 5 years was his moment in the spotlight but would now be the spotlight of the man that had just defeated him.
The Feast
At the feasts, courtiers mingle; the room abuzz with talking at low tones. The chamber is decorated in a grand style, tables overflowing with fine food and wine and decorated with large candle and plant centerpieces. When Daemon enters(He's wearing the same thing that Tywin wore to Tyrions wedding, but the gold parts are red and instead of lion decorations in the asymmetrical cut, it has red three headed dragons), Uther notices and gets everyone's attention, Arthur seething in the corner.
"My honorable guests," Uther says with a wide smile, "I give you Daemon Blackfyre, your champion."
The court applauds loudly as Daemon offers Morgana his arm.
"My Lady." Daemon nods to Morgana.
Morgana curtsies with a big smile. "My champion."
"How is Arthur? Still not happy he lost?" Daemon asks as they walk through the dining hall.
"He'll stew for a awhile. His father gave him quite the thrashing earlier for loosing." Morgana says with some sympathy.
"I hope you're not disappointed he's not escorting you." He said in a teasing manner.
"Turns out he wasn't really champion material." Morgana says with a wide smile.
"Give him some credit, My Lady. He is the best swordsman I have ever fought." Daemon admitted to her.
"You still won." Morgana pointed out, though she was beginning to suspect the true reason.
"I simply had more stamina and could fight longer. Without that, I might have lost." Daemon admitted. Truthfully, he and Arthur were evenly matched skillwise but they differed in several area's. While Arthur was a little faster and more agile than Daemon, Daemon had greater strength, durability and far more stamina. Arthur could normally take out his opponents within 30 seconds while Daemon, having fought in a war for 2 years, was used to fighting for hours at a time.
It was then that the dance music started. Daemon offered his hand to Morgana, "May I have this dance, My Lady?"
"You may," She smiled as she took his hand.
As they danced, Morgana showed that she was perfect in every ladylike manner, and dancing was no exception. Graceful and light-footed, it was almost like she glided on the floor. While other members of the court danced, Morgana and Daemon were the envy of everyone in the room.
When Morgana was ready to retire for the night, Daemon escorted Morgana out the feast hall.
"That was a wonderful feast." Daemon said, as he kissed her hand. "I wish you a good night, Morgana.
"Good night, Daemon." Morgana replied back, but before he could move away, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips on his own. His eyes widened as he not been expecting this.
She pulled away with a teasing smirk and began walking back to her chambers, leaving the dragon knight stunned and touching his lips, before he smiled and walked to Gaius's chambers having enjoyed the night.
Daemon walked back into his room without waking up Gaius and closed the door. He muttered a quick spell and a rune appeared on the door, which soundproofed the room and prevented anyone from opening the door.
He turned around to see someone he had been dying to get some alone time with since she arrived in Camelot to help him train, "Morgause."
"Husband." Morgause said with passion and love as she wrapped her arms around his neck and the passionately embraced.
Lemon
Ripping each of their clothes until Daemon was shirtless and Morgause had lost the loose shirt she wore, he carried her over to his massive king-size bed, one like the one Arthur had. Daemon had used magic to change alter the bed and expand the room out. Daemon kissed Morgause as she leaned back to lay on the bed with him on top of her. She moaned hotly as he sucked on her neck, one hand on her breast and the other rubbing her soaking pussy.
Raising his head from her neck, he kissed her lips, biting on her lower lip. Morgause gave a smile before kissing him fully, enjoying the passion between them as they started grinding against one another.
"Husband," Morgause whispered husky as Daemon continued to suck on her neck "Give it to me, I need you inside of me. It's been too long."
Daemon stopped what he was doing, looking into her eyes as she smiled softly, before he kissed her on the lips, as Morgause pulled his pants down and he helped by pulling them off his legs.
Taking her own pants off, he looked at her glistening pussy and aimed his 11 in. cock at her moist and eager love canal. With a single stroke he sheathed himself inside of her, and she gave a loud moan. Her mouth set into an O, as she wrapped her legs around him and held him close, her hands roaming his perfect muscular back.
Daemon moaned before he began to thrust into his wife repeatedly, earning loud continuous moaning from her. As he continued to plow into her, the two held each others gaze.
"Harder!" Morgause moaned, and Daemon was simply happy to oblige, powering his strokes, causing Morgause to give gave a moan when Daemon hit her cervix, as the bed began to rock as Daemon began to go faster and harder, making her body quiver in pleasure.
With grunts, Daemon continued to hit the High Priestess's cervix, as her hot and fertile pussy began tightening around him and the comfortable heat she was emitting on his mighty sword.
Daemon sped up his approach, adding even more power to his movements, wanting to show how much he loved and appreciated Morgause, who he didn't get to see as much.
Morgause couldn't even scream out the pleasure she was feeling, as Daemon had actually entered her womb causing her to yell out in sheer euphoria as her body began to quiver "I'M CUMMING!" Morgause yelled, her eyes rolling back into her head as Daemon continued to thrust into her, not stopping when she came all over Daemon's monster cock.
The Blackfyre gave an animalistic growl, as he began to suck on her neck.
Morgause gave a groaning moan, as her beloved continue making love to her.
Daemon began to grunt as he began to truly pound into Morgause, who was enjoying it to the fullest, even though she was unable to catch her breath. After close to three full hours of nonstop fucking and managing to get her husband to cum inside of her twice, Morgause was a hairs breadth from unconsciousness. She was very experienced due to their repeated lovemaking but even she had limits.
During the time since they began, they had changed from missionary, to doggy style, to cowgirl, to downward dog, to squat thruster, to reverse cowgirl, and after getting her to cum in those positions Daemon was now on his knees on the bed as Morgause was suspended in midair as he held her legs and she had her arms wrapped around her husband's neck.
Morgause's body was glistening in sweat, as she held him tightly while screaming into his shoulder before Daemon craned his neck over until his face in the crook of her neck.
"Grah! Urgh!" Daemon grunted before he gave one final powerful stroke, and released his pent up lust and seed into her eagerly awaiting womb. Morgause could feel her belly fill with his thick, hot seed.
After he stopped cumming, Daemon smiled before he lay back on the bed and Morgause lay at his side and he held her tight and close to his body.
"I love you, Morgause. I'm really glad you're here." Daemon whispered as Morgause gave a soft smile as she snuggled a bit into Daemon's chest, enjoying her husband's embrace.
"As I love you, husband." Morgause said, as Daemon pulled the covers over them, allowing the two lovers drifted into blissful sleep.
Chapter End
Morgause makes an early appearance and is already married to Daemon. She is the old friend mentioned in last chapter, but there are parts of that story that he told to Gaius that he left out.
Now, I'm floating the female arthur idea, since it was brought up, though I don't know how I would do it. If I did, female Arthur would be played by Claire Holt( Rebekah Mikaelson in TVD/TO).