Hiya, i know i haven't updated in adges but in drowning in work (seriously i'm even getting a tutor) so i have to cut down on how much time i spend writting but i wil try :D her you go...
p.s in the first one I said that their child was called Carroline but i have changed it to Beartrice :D xxx
Beatrice sat at her father's side sipping the weak wine from her golden goblet
"Father I hate formal dinners" she moaned batting her long dark eyelashes
Arthur sighed remembering his own childhood having to listen to the boring speeches from visiting nobles (the worst being Geoffrey of Monmouth)
"I know sweet pea, but it has to be done. At least you get to enjoy the food, think of Merlin" Arthur joked whispering quietly to his child. The young girl looked around stealthily having practises this many times at the speeches to keep herself entertained. Sure enough Merlin was standing (how servants managed to stand that long and be on the go all the time she did not know) a large jug filled with wine in his hand. Beatrice signalled him over on the pretence of filing up her glass. The man walked towards her smiling but keeping his head bowed; Arthur may believe in equality but the visiting kingdom was not so open minded so appearances had to be maintained.
"Merlin, can you tell Gwen I feel I'll I hate these feasts." she whispered Merlin nodded and walked back to his place
Later that evening the young princess was sitting on her mother and fathers bed. Her intricate braided hair had been undone so it fell on lose curls down her back. Merlin was collecting the clothes from the pile Gwen had made on a chair
"How DO you stand the feasts when you can't even eat or sit down at all" she asked causing Merlin to laugh
"You just get used to it. At the beginning I hated it, ask Gaius how much I complained and he'll tell you. But as I got better it became more bearable my arms don't even ache now "Merlin explained not even pausing from his work as he spoke. This made her even more confused
"but haven't you been working all day are you not tiered?" she asked Merlin shook his head but yawned at the same time making a slightly confusing answer
"I bet you are though little one, come on I will get Gwen to tuck you in a minuet" he said warmly as he lead her out the grand room towards her own thinking how much his arms ached and how much he would love to go to sleep now but Arthur was still at the feast and he had jobs to do. Ah well he thought only three more hours to go till bedtime for me.
Thanks for reading, please reveiw i take prompts (i'm running out of ideas)