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Arthur's War: A Short Story

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"It's all right," she called after him, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor, her breathing almost normal now. She turned to Fredrick. "I'm grateful for your help. I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen." She took care not to reveal her full name. Variations of 'Guinevere' were common enough, but not Leodegrance. She didn't want to attach herself to King Arthur in any way now, not willing to offer any opportunity for the unscrupulous to take advantage of her or their situation if they recognized who she was. "I guess I'm lucky you two were so close by."

Fredrick was a professional soldier trained to think quickly on his feet, especially given all the wars and threats of war, or magical attacks against Camelot during his lifetime alone. …show more content…

They would visit Mary and John a few times a year back then. And now, because of Arthur and his steadfast support, she'd taken it upon herself to increase her knowledge in current events, geography, philosophy, history of kings and queens, vassals and lordships, grain and harvest yields, annual water reports, and court protocol for royals. Between the royal library and lessons with Arthur—and sometimes Merlin—she had access to whatever information they deemed important that a future queen should know. She'd had many rewarding and wonderful conversations with Geoffrey.

Arthur and his knights privately trained her with the sword, the bow and the crossbow, the staff and quarterstaff. But Arthur drew the line at most other blunt and cleaving weaponry, citing those might turn her into a bloodthirsty warrior queen insistent on leading a charge into battle. He had been preparing her for her role as queen, but had just as much faith and confidence in the sublime nobility she naturally possessed. It was her most important asset to defend the realm, and one in which he could not improve …show more content…

Last night she had scratched behind its ears and remembered the time when Arthur was victim to a goblin's mischief. He had sat humiliated and dejected on the floor in his chambers, large donkey ears twitching nervously at every sound. And when he spoke, only a bray of distress came out as he tried to explain what had happened. Gwen and Merlin had laughed at his expense, though not in his presence, at how pitiful he'd looked and panicked he must have felt. She giggled about it last night, the memory enveloping her like Arthur's caress used to. And then she suddenly cried. She missed him with all her heart, knowing that she would have no more memories to build upon like that again with the man she

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