Whenever I thought of Camelot, I always recalled how amazing it was. However, it is even more beautiful and full of life than I recalled. The market is full of stalls and people rushing to get the best picks of the day. Everywhere you look there is activity. The castle stands strong in the background. It looks like something out of a story.
"Morgana, no weapon training in the open while we're here. Practice in your chambers and have Merlin assist you if needed." Sire Ambrose declares.
"Very well, I would not want to outdo the prince now would I?" Morgana smirks
"Oh, and Merlin" Sir Ambrose turns to look at me, "do not make any mistakes. The results will not be pleasant."
"Of course sir" The last time he had that look on his face was about a year ago. I ended up spending two weeks in the dungeons after Sir Mennor, who in known for his indigent for wine, was visiting. I was serving them dinner when I accidently knocked over Sir Mennor's glass of wine. Both Sir Ambrose and Sir Mennor face turned scarlet and it would have been almost funny if not for the punishment.
That was the longest period of time I have ever spent in the dungeons at once. My wrists were raw from the chains and my legs were weak from lack of use. If that was all it would not have been too terrible, but Morgana decided to come herself to deliver my meals. She would give me the water, however she would put the food just out of my reach. She would then try to get me to beg for it like a dog. The first week my responses were sarcastic, but by the second week I was too weak and just stay silent. Neither of these pleased Morgana. The worst part was not the lack of food, but was the lack of using magic. When I go days without using my magic it builds up and tries to escape. The more it builds up the more painful it becomes and the weaker I get. The only magic I allowed myself to do was to bring some of the food to me when Morgana had left for the day. There was no danger of her finding out. The food would have been gone by morning anyway becomes of the rats. Even though I used some magic it was too little to make much of a difference. It was tempting at times, to let my magic out while I was down there, but it was too dangerous. It was very painful and those weeks felt like an eternity.
We enter the courtyard to find the royal family waiting for us. My attention automatically goes to the man beside the king. He looks the part of a prince. His red shirt and brown pants are simple yet even from here it is easy to see that the material is very fine. His dark blond hair is framing his face, which is handsome and clean shaven. The one thing that has not changed at all is his eyes. They are still an amazing blue. It's odd how different Arthur looks yet still manages to look like the same prat I met all those years ago.
"Welcome Sir Ambrose. I hope your trip went well." King Uther states
"It was well enough Sire." Sir Ambrose replies
"I will have the servants show you to your rooms and serve you dinner. You must be tiered."
"Yes, thank you Sire."
"I am going on a hunting tomorrow and I wish for you to join me. Also, I insist that you and your daughter dine with us for dinner."
"It will be a pleasure Sire."
Uther seems pleased and turns around to head back inside. Two servants start unloading the luggage. Arthur nods politely to Morgana before he starts towards the training fields. I try not to fill disappointed at not being noticed which is silly.
"Merlin what are you waiting for. Hurry up and help carry the bags." Morgana orders
ARTHUR
I nod politely to Morgana before escaping towards the training field. I have always felt uncomfortable around Morgana. My father and Sir Ambrose have always been on good terms. I have always known that there is a chance that she could end up becoming my queen. There is nothing wrong with her. No one could deny that she is beautiful. She has a mind of her own and is not empty headed. She is also not a stranger since I've spent time in her company every summer. I could do much worse, however I cannot image her as my wife.
"Merlin what are you waiting for." The sound of that name makes me stop. I turn around to see Morgana yelling at someone. Whoever he is his back is towards me and I cannot see his face. Merlin, why does that name sound so familiar?
"Hey princess what are you doing?"
"Nothing , Gwaine are you actually on time? The world must be ending."
"Nope, you're actually late. Did the princess have trouble getting dressed this morning since he is hiding from his manservant? What is with you and servants? You cannot keep one longer than a month. "
"I was late become Father wanted me to be there to greet Sire Ambrose and Morgana."
"Oh, was that today? Anyway back on subject. What is with you and servants?"
"None of them can do the job right." I haven't been able to find a decent servant. All of them are missing something. Only good servant I've had was the idiot…
"You have George for a servant. What could he have possibly done wrong enough to cause you to avoid him?"
"He tells jokes about brass! He calls me Sire after every sentence which is really irritating. He is the most boring person I've ever met and that is saying something after dealing with some of the council members." I moan.
"Why don't you fire him like you have all the others?"
"I would expect that there is no one to take his place and he does do good work." I admit.
"Well let's not worry about that now. It's time to prove once and for all who the better swordsman is, which will be me."
"Only in your dreams Gwaine."