Queen of Camelot ~~~ON HIATUS~~~

Chapter Seventeen (V)

Artura grinned knowing that was a yes thanking him and went off to fulfill her job.

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Lancelot stared out the window at the training fields."Ever since I was a child I've dreamed of coming here. It's my life's ambition to join the knights of Camelot. I know what you're thinking, I...I expect too much. After all, who am I? They have their pick of the best and bravest in the land." He rambled to Merlin feeling already close enough the young man to spill his guts.

Merlin quickly got ready for.the remembering that even though Lancelot was here that doesn't mean he didn't have work to done. "Lancelot"

"Yes?"

Lancelot was panicking this was his chance to fulfill his dream and now he felt nervous. It was embarrassing. He had train and put his heart in soul into this dream so why was he so nervous? Well its probably because he put his heart and soul into so if it didn't go the way he hoped he knew he would be crushed.

"They are going to love you." Merlin promises trying to ease his new friends worries.

Lancelot looked over at him his hand shaking. "They are?"

Merlin scoffed nodding his head. He straightened out his jacket before speaking filling Lancelot with confidence. "I've seen you in action. You could shame the great Arthur himself."

Lancelot let out a forced laugh rolling his eyes. "I hardly think so." Lancelot wished that statement were true, but he had heard of Arthur fighting ability from everywhere he had ever visited.

"In fact, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to talk to him right now." Merlin said confidently heading towards the door lacking at hesitation.

Lancelot's eyes widened significantly. "You know Arthur?" He asked amazed. Being a knight might have been a life ambition but knowing Arthur comfortably enough to have a nice talk with him was like something out of a fairytale.

Merlin nodded proudly never once had he thought that knew the git of a prince would make him seem so 'cool'. "Oh yes."

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Artura stared down at the new recruits. She had always wanted to build up a kingdom that view all as equel, but when I came to new recruits who that they knew everything she pushed her views aside and made sure they knew that she was above and better it made them humble. She want these man to work their way up to her respects. And so she stared down at the man ready for his final test.

"Right, you jumped up dung beetle, this is it. The final test. Pass this and you're a knight of Camelot. Fail, and you're no one. You face the most feared of all foes, the ultimate killing machine. You face me. You're challenge to last one minute free combat. Grummond, Second son of Wessex." Artura announced drawing her sword and nodded at the servant waiting by the hourglass.

The servant flipped the hourglass. "Your time starts now." Artura believed that the challenger always had the right to attack first since they were the one asking for it.

The challenge wasn't really meant for the knight to beat her. She was well known for being one of the best fighter around, so expect less experienced fighter to beat her would unfair. The real point of the fight was to see if they could a.) actually take her down or b.) if they could last a solid minute against her.

She may looked down upon then to humble them bit a part if the humbling process was to let them they weren't the best. This lead her to always fight them to the best of her abilities.

Grummond swung his sword around trying to intimidate Artura. Althoug she had seen some his skills as a warrior already she admired his idea to intimidate.