On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A سال پہلے she had been دیا a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so جے did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny کوٹ and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a سالن, کوٹنا comp from the دیوار and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...

I'm submitting this in chapters. This is my dream romance of Arthur and Guinevere. Just imagine that Gwen has finally picked between Arthur and Lancelot and has chosen Lancelot. Arthur being gracious has decided to go on, but feels empty. Enter a new chapter ...

The sun was rising a glorious golden on the road to Camelot. The weather was very warm for summer, and the only noises were the wind whispering to the leaves of trees running سے طرف کی the way, and the rhythmic plod of two horses-and a کی ٹوکری, رکن کی نمائندہ running tracks through the dry path.
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In the arena a group of knights were training under the guidance...