Queen of Camelot ~~~ON HIATUS~~~

Chapter Seventeen (V)

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Artura entered Gaius's chambers calmly thinking of what to say if Merlin was there. She poked her head in spying no Merlin, jsut Gaius reading away.

"Hello, Gaius," Artura greeted her eyes shining.

Gaius peeled his face away from the book look up at the young girl. "Arthur...er Artura what brings you here?" He asked quickly closing the book appearing a bit nervous.

Artura eyed the book now curious as to way he looked so nervous. Gaius cleared his throat being her attention back to why she had came. "Oh...yeah...uh," she started uncomfortably. She never felt comfortable talking about being a girl or any aspect of it. She wasn't entirely use to the idea even if that was who she true my was. "Father is allowing me a day to myself, and I wanted to go unnoticed by the people." Artura explained shifting her weight back and forth.

"You were wondering if I had something for you to borrow. Since going out and buying one as the prince of Camelot would appear a bit off." Gaius's guessed, Artura gave a quick nod glancing behind her. She looked ready to run at the first unexpected sounds.

Gaius smiled sympathetic to her situation. He knew it wasn't nearly as dangerous as Merlin's but her father wasn't to kind towards the idea of having a daughter.

Gaius knew something were foreign to her and having to act like she was okay and that she was the ideal son ruined her time enjoying life. "Let me see what I can gather." Gaius said heading up into Merlin's room.

He knew Merlin would have something her size all he had to do was find one of the outfits he had bought him that Merlin had yet to touch or some clothes they kept inside Merlin's room for patients.

Artura did her best to not pace across the worn our floor, but her nerves felt like they had spiked up like crazy causing her to be a bit figeity.

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Merlin and Lancelot walked around the courtyard. Merlin was doing his best to cheer up his friend. They had only just meet but it felt to Merlin like they had knew each other for a life time.

"Why do you want to be a knight so much?" Merlin asked thinking he could help Lancelot fulfill the dream differently.

Lancelot rubbed his shoulder as his eyes glazed over. "When I was a boy, my village was attacked by raiders from the northern plains. They were slaughtered where they stood, my father, my mother. Everyone. I alone escaped. I vowed that day that never again would I be helpless in the face of tyranny. I made sword craft my life. Every waking hour since that day, I devoted to the art of combat, and when I was ready, I set forth for Camelot. And now, it seems, my journey ends. Everything I fought for, wasted." Lancelot's voice was soft and distant.

He watched the scene play in his head. He was traumatized but he pushed past it by devoting his life to becoming a knight. It all felt useless know that he couldn't.

Merlin stared sadly at the man. "I give you my word, whatever it takes, I will make this right." Merlin promised thinking of what he might be able to pull through his magic.

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Lancelot headed back towards Gaius's chambers while Merlin ran off saying something about the library. Lancelot open the door to find a man around his age sitting on a chair his knew boucinf up and down. He had short blond hair and ice blue eyes. The man snapped his head towards the door as soon as it opened jumping to his feet.

"Oh, uh sorry," Lancelot said closing the door wondering if he had gone to the wrong room on accident.

"It's fine," the young man said sitting back down. "I thought you were someone else is all."