Arthur read history quite meticulously- while many assumed he was not a student of words, more leaning to the sword. They are right, but the prince knew the value of knowledge. So he read and studied, and discovered old fortresses, secret tunnels, war campaigns ways that work and ones that didn’t.
He had noticed something about the rulers, ones called great and good, there was usually a woman. Arthur had decided long ago that he wished to happy and be a good king for his people. So accomplish this was to find such a woman. He found her.
Never Alone-PG-Theme: ninja, desperate, swordmustbethursday3November 6 2011, 18:40:16 UTC
Alone.
Without any kind of help, any kind of weapon, alone with mercenaries who were sharing lecherous smiles.
Fallen from her horse, her dress gathering thick mud at its edges, Gwen picked up a pointed stick. “Stay back. Don’t-
Then one was falling forward. She had to scramble back to not get hit. And more. Like dominoes.
A masked ninja waved his sword and scorpion like an avenging beast. Then as he lifted away the black bandana that covered his face, the brightest smile.
Attack of the Giggle Monster - G - fluffy/comedymustbethursday3October 31 2011, 17:20:54 UTC
Anger bubbled over for no good reason as he watched his Guinevere giggle uncontrollably, the cause of her merriment had yet to find any semblance with Arthur’s present demeanor-embarrassed and proud-Arthur couldn’t find it in his heart to laugh.
Doubled over on the bed, Gwen held her stomach in an attempt to keep herself in check, but the pain from her laughter made her laugh even more at Arthur’s expense.
When Arthur calmed down after a ten minute temper tantrum, Gwen stopped to catch her breath, “You make the funniest faces when you’re angry.”
Where do I begin - G - Drama litemustbethursday3November 7 2011, 12:21:09 UTC
She allows the unravelled thread from her dress to run through her fingers, covertly twists it into branches and briars they pass, snapping it off every few paces, before starting again.
Until finally, they reach a clearing, and the woman walking beside her stops and turns wickedness written into her ruby lips. "We ever met...before."
"No," Gwen replies, and hides the loose thread amongst the folds of her dress. "But I've heard the stories..."
"He trusts you." It's not a question.
Gwen sighs, this isn't her mess, "You know they'll come for me..."
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He had noticed something about the rulers, ones called great and good, there was usually a woman. Arthur had decided long ago that he wished to happy and be a good king for his people. So accomplish this was to find such a woman. He found her.
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Alone.
Without any kind of help, any kind of weapon, alone with mercenaries who were sharing lecherous smiles.
Fallen from her horse, her dress gathering thick mud at its edges, Gwen picked up a pointed stick. “Stay back. Don’t-
Then one was falling forward. She had to scramble back to not get hit. And more. Like dominoes.
A masked ninja waved his sword and scorpion like an avenging beast. Then as he lifted away the black bandana that covered his face, the brightest smile.
“Arthur!” She rushed into his arms.
Fiercely he held her, whispering,
“You’ll never be alone.”
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He was your textbook rock god. An outrageous jerk. But a lovely one at that.
So when he made the ridiculous demand that she sit in his lap to ‘test’ how it would feel when his adoring fans did, she relented.
When his hand admired her mini skirt by playing around its edges, she didn’t slap it.
And when his lips found her neck, surprisingly letting out heavy breaths, she didn’t move.
But now as he tried to kiss her mouth, she pushed her fingers against. “No.”
Test over. Leaving him aching for more.
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Just what she wanted.
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Doubled over on the bed, Gwen held her stomach in an attempt to keep herself in check, but the pain from her laughter made her laugh even more at Arthur’s expense.
When Arthur calmed down after a ten minute temper tantrum, Gwen stopped to catch her breath, “You make the funniest faces when you’re angry.”
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“It is not meant to be funny, Guinevere.”
Gwen, thru her tears and giggling, manages to say “But it is! Arthur, it’s spelled incorrectly.”
“What?” Arthur looks at the new ink in the mirror. “Oh shit!”
“Well, I guess it’s the thought that counts.” Gwen burst into another giggle fit. “But why is it on your arse?”
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Until finally, they reach a clearing, and the woman walking beside her stops and turns wickedness written into her ruby lips. "We ever met...before."
"No," Gwen replies, and hides the loose thread amongst the folds of her dress. "But I've heard the stories..."
"He trusts you." It's not a question.
Gwen sighs, this isn't her mess, "You know they'll come for me..."
"Oh. I'm counting on it."
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