The Anniversary

Arthur and Gwen's anniversary feast is coming, as well as the yearly tournament. Now that Tabitha and Teala's potion worked, will the feasts and tournament go as expected or will the Pendragon Dynasty have the worst experience during the tournaments yet?

Guinevere had on a purple gown with a golden bodice.

Her hair was elegantly curled and her crown adorned her head.

Her daughter stood in front of her.

Esmeralda had her hair in a fishtail ponytail, courtesy of Tabitha, and a blue dress that had a green belt wrapped around her waist.

Arthur stood next to her. His crown held high on his head and Excalibur clinging on his waist.

Like their father, Thomas and Llacheu stood tall with capes of Camelot draped over their shoulders.

Merlin stood behind Arthur as Tabitha stood with the servants.

Gwen let out a breath as she heard the beating of hooves on the ground.

They were close.

She could faintly make out the cavalcade approaching.

She hated this time of year. It made her nervous.

Hundreds of ladies making eyes at her husband and sons.

The hungry stares at her daughter from boys who wouldn't dare make a move while they were in her father's court.

She had gotten used to it but it still got to her.

It was all…overwhelming.

She's been doing this for about eleven years now. She could keep her composure.

The squeezing of her hand made her give out a small joyed sigh.

She looked down to see Arthur's hand clutching hers.

"Don't worry my love, we will have a good time." Arthur said giving her a reassuring smile.

Gwen stroked his hand with her thumb before smiling back.

Just then the horses made their way into the court yard.

Trumpets blared in honor of their arrival.

The herald stood in between them and the guest, "King Marc of Cornwall and his party has arrived." He announced.

King Marc was in the front of his party with his head held high.

Gwen always felt uneasy when Cornwall came to visit.

She and Arthur came to realize that Tristian and Isolde were a part of the Cornwall dynasty after they died.

She couldn't help but feel guilty they were gone.

King Marc was Tristian's uncle even though he was about a year or two younger.

He had broad shoulders and dark hair with a beard to match.

Next to him sat his wife, the beautiful Lady Brangaine, Isolde's old lady-in-waiting.

She and Gwen really got on well. They'd often trade stories and reminisce on their transition to royalty.

She had cascading blonde hair that reached her the bottom of her back and shining blue eyes.

Behind them were dozens of guards draped in Cornwall cloaks.

King Marc climbed off his horse before grabbing Brangaine by her hands and helping her down.

"Arthur! Guinevere!" King Marc said smiling gleefully at the king and queen of Camelot.

"Marc! Always good to see you." Arthur said briefly clasping hand with him then grabbing Brangaine's and kissing it.

"Always a pleasure." He greeted.

Brangaine gave a pleased smile before looking at the whole Pendragon family. "The pleasure's all mine. Look at how much you all have grown" She said smiling at Llacheu, Thomas and Esmeralda.

"You two are getting as handsome as your father." She said looking at Thomas and Llacheu, she then turned to Esmeralda, "And you are getting as beautiful as your mother."

"Brangaine, always a joy to see you." Guinevere greeted before she was enfolded into a hug.

"Sir Merlin," March greeted.

"King Marc." Merlin said stiffly.

Sensing tension Arthur gave a smile before waving some servants over.

A gangly boy with red hair and freckles came waddling over, "This is Daq, he will be showing you to your room."

Brangaine ruffled Thomas's hair and touched Merlin's shoulder before following after her husband and Daq.

As she left Llacheu gave out a dreamy sigh, "She's so beautiful."

Thomas rolled his eyes at his brother as they were given high fives by some of the knight, while others greeted Arthur and Guinevere and shook Esmeralda's hand.

Arthur gave Merlin a look from the said of his eye then slapped the back of his head when all the knights were in the castle, "You idiot. What was that about, you've been acting strange for a while now."

"Ow, you didn't have to go and hit me. You've got a strong hand." Merlin whined staring at Arthur.

"Well you-"Arthur started but was cut off by Gwen's scorching glare.

"Cut it out you two. Our next party will be arriving soon."

Deep in forest near Camelot

Sir Owain stood pacing in the tent he shared with his son Ither.

"Father?" Ither asked in concern as he watched his father pause for a moment.

"What is it?" He groaned as he regained his composure.

Ither swallowed as his father stared at him with a piercing green eye.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? There has been stories about King Arthur and his strength and bravery all over the realm. Surely his sword isn't so important." Ither said.

"Oi! Arthur has many things but he is magicless. I can easily defeat him."

"But what of Merlin, he will know of any pending danger that threatens the Pendragons, it's his destiny to protect them."

"No," Sir Owain chimed, "His destiny was to help Arthur create Albion. We just dispose of Merlin and we have Arthur."

"But he could kill you-" Ither tried to protest but his father's roar of irritation cut him off.

"THAT'S WHY I WANT THE DAMNED SWORD! IT KILLED MY MOTHER!" He yelled.

Ither remained quiet and looked away from his father.

Owain sighed before running a hand through his dark hair, "I am sorry my son. I didn't mean to loose myself."

Ither remained quiet.

Owain kneeled before his son, "Tell me what is on your mind."

"I feel as if the sword is more important to you than me." He admitted.

Owain grabbed his young son's hand before shaking his head, "You are the most important thing in my life. I love you more than anything, I swear it."

Ither sighed before nodding, "I love you too father." He said.

Owain gave a curt nod before standing up. He wrapped himself in a black cloak, before handing his son his red one.

"Let us go my son, we will be back home soon."

Ither nodded and followed his father out of the tent.

"Blygu" Owaine said, his eyes flashing amber.

Their tent and all of its containments were folded into one small bag that Ither picked up before slinging it on his back.

They then got on their horses and rode for Camelot, to Excalibur.

Who is Sir Owain and Ither? Who is Sir Owain's mother? Why does he want Excalibur? What's going on between King Marc and Merlin? Tristian and Isolde were royalty?

A/N PLZ READ: Sorry for the delay. I feel so bad I left you guys waiting so long. So I'm giving you a little sneak peek of a chapter to come when Llacheu is eighteen called; Llacheu's Demise

Arthur smiled proudly as he watched Llacheu steadily approach him.

Llacheu on the other hand felt like death.

He watched his father standing there smiling while holding a crown.

When Llacheu met his father at the end of the alter he bowed then with all his strength he kneeled.

He balled his pale shaky his hands and placed it at his sides.

Arthur gently placed the crown on his head, "By the power vested in me, I now crown you prince of Camelot."

Llacheu shakily stood up. He then turned to the cheering crowd. He tried to smile but instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell. His crown crashing to the ground with him.

"Llacheu!" Arthur yelled in panic.

An uproar of panic ran through the throne room as guards, Merlin, Thomas and Gwendolyn rushed forward.

As he lay silently on the ground no one could deny the black dragon etched into the skin of the young prince's arm.