Good afternoon, people of Camelot

I’m enjoying of a peaceful day around Camelot’s castle, although I am growing a little bit restless having to stay inside; the more the babies grow, the less I can do, and Gaius telling me that I must rest as much as I can doesn’t help it. At least I had the chance of seeing Gwaine in the morning before he had to go train with Arthur and the others, but right now I’m alone, so if you want to talk about something, feel free to ask.


A Blood-drop In The Snow

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“Are you aware of the kind of man he is?”, he blurted out. He didn’t want to start their conversation about her new betrothed that way, but couldn’t bring himself to stop his lips from pronouncing the dreaded words. “How did he win your affections in such a short time?”

“He did nothing”, she answered simply, “He was just himself. And I’m well aware of the way he behaved before we met properly, since I was watching him before I introduced myself.”

“And still you believe in him?”, Hal retorted exasperated, “He is a man without honor! He holds no respect for any maiden he has met and beyond all that he despises royalty! My dearest, you are nothing but the perfect example of everything he looks down onto.” He noticed how awful that must have sounded, and immediately added: “I know it is a horrible thought to hold, but all I care about is your safety. I failed to guard you once; I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

“He has his own reasons to distrust royalty and I don’t blame him for that!”, said the woman with a hurt look in her eyes. “You don’t need to feel guilty for what is in the past. Hal, there’s nothing you could have done to change what happened with Elliot, and I can assure you that is not gonna happen again.” Then she took a deep breath and looked at the stars again, as if to ask the heavens for the best words to help him understand. “I love him, that is why I believe in him. And I love him because I know that there’s more to him than meets the eye: he has a noble heart, and stands for what he believes is right; he is there unconditionally for the people he cares for, and no matter how big the challenge he doesn’t back down from it.”

“But does he feel the same way about you? Does he hold the same level of devotion for you as you have for him?” He needed to know, not because he wanted to know what passed through the man’s mind, but he craved for her to know that no other man would ever love her as much as he did. “I understand that you may think that he is a good man; after all, you are marrying him. How are you so sure that he changed his ways? How can you be so certain that he is not going to treat you like every other woman he has been with?”

"That… that I don’t know. I would lie if I told you that those thoughts have not crossed my mind, but all I can do is hope that he does feel the same way about me." She blushed at his mention of marriage. Gwaine had told him that he planned on marrying her, but it was actually the first time he had said something about it. She couldn’t help but wonder if he really meant it or if he said it just to state a point with Hal; either way she really didn’t know. "He wants us to raise our children together, and about marriage… I know that he has never been too fond of the idea, and… well, I must confess that it surprised me as much as it has surprised you."


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“Did you find enough friends here in Camelot to make you forget about your life in Kent?”, he asked, a feeling of both regret and despair flooding his veins with every beat his aching heart gave. “Why did you not come to me for help, if you were in such trouble, the moment you left your homeland behind? I would have done everything in my power to help you alleviate your grief.”

“It is not that I forgot about Kent, it’s just that the circumstances just kept me here. And… I don’t know, I was so scared when I left home that I just didn’t think about anything but running away.” She tried to explain to him what had happened with Gwaine, but still she didn’t want to throw the facts at him without reason. “During the time I spent guarding Arthur and Merlin from afar, I… I came across Gwaine.” Amelia looked him in the eye and with a small smile took his hand. “Don’t get me wrong, Hal, I do appreciate everything you have done for my sake. You know that I think dearly of you.”

“Are you aware of the kind of man he is?”, he blurted out. He didn’t want to start their conversation about her new betrothed that way, but couldn’t bring himself to stop his lips from pronouncing the dreaded words. “How did he win your affections in such a short time?”

“He did nothing”, she answered simply, “He was just himself. And I’m well aware of the way he behaved before we met properly, since I was watching him before I introduced myself.”

“And still you believe in him?”, Hal retorted exasperated, “He is a man without honor! He holds no respect for any maiden he has met and beyond all that he despises royalty! My dearest, you are nothing but the perfect example of everything he looks down onto.” He noticed how awful that must have sounded, and immediately added: “I know it is a horrible thought to hold, but all I care about is your safety. I failed to guard you once; I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

"He has his own reasons to distrust royalty and I don’t blame him for that!", said the woman with a hurt look in her eyes. "You don’t need to feel guilty for what is in the past. Hal, there’s nothing you could have done to change what happened with Elliot, and I can assure you that is not gonna happen again." Then she took a deep breath and looked at the stars again, as if to ask the heavens for the best words to help him understand. "I love him, that is why I believe in him. And I love him because I know that there’s more to him than meets the eye: he has a noble heart, and stands for what he believes is right; he is there unconditionally for the people he cares for, and no matter how big the challenge he doesn’t back down from it."


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Listening to her attentively, Hal couldn’t help but wonder what kind of difficulties had stood within the lady’s path. “I am very sorry for all that happened to you”, he told her gravely, “I wish I had acted upon my forebodings that there was something wrong with Elliot, just to prevent you from having to cope with this all on your own.”

“But I am not alone”, she replied swiftly with a tender tone, “Here in Camelot I found a lot of people that one way or another have helped me get through the worst I have ever come across.”

“Did you find enough friends here in Camelot to make you forget about your life in Kent?”, he asked, a feeling of both regret and despair flooding his veins with every beat his aching heart gave. “Why did you not come to me for help, if you were in such trouble, the moment you left your homeland behind? I would have done everything in my power to help you alleviate your grief.”

“It is not that I forgot about Kent, it’s just that the circumstances just kept me here. And… I don’t know, I was so scared when I left home that I just didn’t think about anything but running away.” She tried to explain to him what had happened with Gwaine, but still she didn’t want to throw the facts at him without reason. “During the time I spent guarding Arthur and Merlin from afar, I… I came across Gwaine.” Amelia looked him in the eye and with a small smile took his hand. “Don’t get me wrong, Hal, I do appreciate everything you have done for my sake. You know that I think dearly of you.”

“Are you aware of the kind of man he is?”, he blurted out. He didn’t want to start their conversation about her new betrothed that way, but couldn’t bring himself to stop his lips from pronouncing the dreaded words. “How did he win your affections in such a short time?”

"He did nothing", she answered simply, "He was just himself. And I’m well aware of the way he behaved before we met properly, since I was watching him before I introduced myself."


A Blood-drop In The Snow

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Listening to her attentively, Hal couldn’t help but wonder what kind of difficulties had stood within the lady’s path. “I am very sorry for all that happened to you”, he told her gravely, “I wish I had acted upon my forebodings that there was something wrong with Elliot, just to prevent you from having to cope with this all on your own.”

“But I am not alone”, she replied swiftly with a tender tone, “Here in Camelot I found a lot of people that one way or another have helped me get through the worst I have ever come across.”

“Did you find enough friends here in Camelot to make you forget about your life in Kent?”, he asked, a feeling of both regret and despair flooding his veins with every beat his aching heart gave. “Why did you not come to me for help, if you were in such trouble, the moment you left your homeland behind? I would have done everything in my power to help you alleviate your grief.”

"It is not that I forgot about Kent, it’s just that the circumstances just kept me here. And… I don’t know, I was so scared when I left home that I just didn’t think about anything but running away." She tried to explain to him what had happened with Gwaine, but still she didn’t want to throw the facts at him without reason. "During the time I spent guarding Arthur and Merlin from afar, I… I came across Gwaine." Amelia looked him in the eye and with a small smile took his hand. "Don’t get me wrong, Hal, I do appreciate everything you have done for my sake. You know that I think dearly of you."


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“Yes, I know, Amelia.” And of course he knew, for how could he ever forget what she loved and hated? He spent every single minute he was on Kent just to know a little bit more about her, and still he would have given it all just to have the courage to speak to her frankly about his affections. The moment his eyes fell on her at the battlefield, he couldn’t control the dreamer’s side of his mind that claimed that once she was safe and sound, he would finally have the opportunity to court her. But it all shattered when that man entered her chambers. “May I sit down?”, he asked more out of custom than anything else and after she nodded lightly he occupied the spot next to her on the cool stone bench. He looked around at everything and nothing, the silhouettes of flowers and bushes fading into the twilight of the far-away flickering torches that lighted the surrounding hallways. “I find it still difficult to believe that you are alive”, he mentioned casually and looked into her eyes, “It is too much of a miracle and I’m no holy man to deserve such a blessed event to happen in my lifetime.”

“You think too much of me and too little of yourself”, Amelia answered curiously. Hal had never said anything about her personally, he always limited their conversations to asking her one thing or another, but never commented on what she gave as a response. It was almost as if he was interrogating her.

She felt she needed to explain what had happened to her in the last couple of years, so she began: “I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused with my disappearance, but you must understand the situation that made me leave without telling anybody. The day I got out of Kent, I saw Elliot with another woman. I was having an argument with him, when my mother came into the room. I…”, she made a pause doubting just for a moment before telling him the truth, “…I lost control of my magic. When I regained consciousness, I saw both Elliot and my mother on the ground and everything inside the room was torn apart. I got scared, because I thought they were dead, so I ran away to the woods. Once there I heard a voice calling me, and found inside a cave what I thought was a dragon, though in reality it was just an illusion created by Elliot.” She felt a pang of pain in her chest but the warmth inside her belly reappeared and made it subside. “The dragon offered to take care of me and teach me how to control my magic. I stayed in the woods since then, traveling from time to time from one small village to another, until one day the dragon told me that he had something to ask of me. He appointed me to watch over Prince Arthur and his manservant Merlin from afar, and that’s what I did. A few months ago, he told me to approach them and that is how I finally came to Camelot.” She took a deep breath and looked up to the stars again. “You already know the rest of it.”

Listening to her attentively, Hal couldn’t help but wonder what kind of difficulties had stood within the lady’s path. “I am very sorry for all that happened to you”, he told her gravely, “I wish I had acted upon my forebodings that there was something wrong with Elliot, just to prevent you from having to cope with this all on your own.”

"But I am not alone", she replied swiftly with a tender tone, "Here in Camelot I found a lot of people that one way or another have helped me get through the worst I have ever come across."


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Amelia had been restless the last few days, forced to stay in bed, all because Gaius was being extra careful with her wounds due to her condition. ‘One cannot be too careful when treating a pregnant woman’, he said. And she couldn’t argue with that: she didn’t want anything to harm her children. Even so, when he told her she could leave the bed (under the condition that she must not strain herself), she took the opportunity and decided to take a little walk on the inner gardens of the castle just before dinner time.

The cool wind of the evening got her invigorated, lifting her spirits and making her feel as if everything was well with the world, as if her only trouble right then was just to avoid the smell of mead and remembering to eat something salty before getting breakfast every morning.  So she decided to sit down on a stone bench, looking up at the dark starry sky that reminded her of the first time she spent an evening by the river with Gwaine.

Hal got out of his chambers and walked down the hallway that led to the inner gardens of the castle; his mind was reeling from the moment his knight brought the report he had asked for. He finally knew the kind of man that this… Gwaine was, and that troubled him even more than it did a few hours prior to receiving the information. He needed fresh air to help himself to think, to clear out all the swirling thoughts that made turbulence inside his usually calm mind and find the balance within himself to decide what he would do with all the new knowledge. And maybe he would have found such peace in the inner gardens, if it wasn’t for the fair figure he found sitting at a stone bench, looking up at the darkening skies. For a faint moment he stood there, just watching her from the distance, not daring himself to move and risk shattering the dreamlike scene that unfolded in front of his grayish eyes. How many times had he dreamed of her being alive just for the dream to end in a terrible nightmare? And yet… there she was.

He finally took a deep breath and straightening himself walked steadily towards her; the moment he reached the place where she sat, he cleared his throat and called out to her. “Good evening, my lady”, said he in a tone that didn’t hide the tenderness that dwelt inside his chest.

She had not heard anyone around her, so Amelia was surprised when she noticed Hal standing a few feet away from the bench where she sat. “Hal!”, she exclaimed, a small smile gracing her features, “It is so good to see you. I think we need to talk, but don’t call me ‘my lady’ or else I’ll start calling you ‘my lord’, and you know how much I hate to speak like that.”

“Yes, I know, Amelia.” And of course he knew, for how could he ever forget what she loved and hated? He spent every single minute he was on Kent just to know a little bit more about her, and still he would have given it all just to have the courage to speak to her frankly about his affections. The moment his eyes fell on her at the battlefield, he couldn’t control the dreamer’s side of his mind that claimed that once she was safe and sound, he would finally have the opportunity to court her. But it all shattered when that man entered her chambers. “May I sit down?”, he asked more out of custom than anything else and after she nodded lightly he occupied the spot next to her on the cool stone bench. He looked around at everything and nothing, the silhouettes of flowers and bushes fading into the twilight of the far-away flickering torches that lighted the surrounding hallways. “I find it still difficult to believe that you are alive”, he mentioned casually and looked into her eyes, “It is too much of a miracle and I’m no holy man to deserve such a blessed event to happen in my lifetime.”

"You think too much of me and too little of yourself", Amelia answered curiously. Hal had never said anything about her personally, he always limited their conversations to asking her one thing or another, but never commented on what she gave as a response. It was almost as if he was interrogating her.

She felt she needed to explain what had happened to her in the last couple of years, so she began: “I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused with my disappearance, but you must understand the situation that made me leave without telling anybody. The day I got out of Kent, I saw Elliot with another woman. I was having an argument with him, when my mother came into the room. I…”, she made a pause doubting just for a moment before telling him the truth, “…I lost control of my magic. When I regained consciousness, I saw both Elliot and my mother on the ground and everything inside the room was torn apart. I got scared, because I thought they were dead, so I ran away to the woods. Once there I heard a voice calling me, and found inside a cave what I thought was a dragon, though in reality it was just an illusion created by Elliot.” She felt a pang of pain in her chest but the warmth inside her belly reappeared and made it subside. “The dragon offered to take care of me and teach me how to control my magic. I stayed in the woods since then, traveling from time to time from one small village to another, until one day the dragon told me that he had something to ask of me. He appointed me to watch over Prince Arthur and his manservant Merlin from afar, and that’s what I did. A few months ago, he told me to approach them and that is how I finally came to Camelot.” She took a deep breath and looked up to the stars again. “You already know the rest of it.”


Good day, people of Camelot

Still today I’m bedridden, waiting for my wounds to heal, and I think I have some sickness caused by my… by some other reason, so I would like if you came chat with me.


Of warmth and flashes of light

Amelia woke up early in the night, the crackling sound of the burning fireplace being the only company the woman had in the ample chamber. She had spent most of the day falling in and out of a dreamless slumber, caused by the potions that Gaius provided her to help her relax and gather her strength as quickly as possible. Even so, it was not the pain in her chest that woke her up this time, but a warmth that began to spread from her belly traveling to every other part of her body. It was not an unpleasant sensation; on the contrary, it made her feel calm and cherished, the same way she felt when she fell asleep on Gwaine’s arms. She knew she wasn’t imagining it,  and it was neither the product of one odd dream that crept its way to her waking life, for when she placed her hand over her stomach she could feel the warmth directly under her palm. So Amelia closed her eyes and focused on the feeling, and when she did so something strange happened: behind her closed eyes she saw two small flashes of light, twinkling and sparkling lightly on the dark, palpitating at the same time as the faint sound of two beating hearts reached her ears.

"Dear God", she whispered to the emptiness of the room, opening her eyes just to see the warm flickering light of the flames in the hearth, "It’s not one baby, but two." 


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I dreamed of Merlin giving birth to Arthur’s baby, and not the omegaverse versions >:D


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Good evening

Right now I’m taking a break from helping at the medical tents; I feel even more tired than I felt yesterday at this same hour, even when thankfully enough we did not have as many wounded soldiers as we did two days ago. Still, I would love to hear from any of you.


The Curse Of War

We are going to war.

Those were the words pronounced by the King of Kent and the whole court burst into worried exclamations; Amelia could understand their worries, but even when she wanted to voice them she remained silent just as her mother, who was sitting next to her, did. It was not that Lady Winifred didn’t understand the severity of the situation or did not share the same heaviness of mind as the rest of the court. It was just that she had mastered, after tens of years, how to maintain a calm countenance. 

On her side, Amelia was heartbroken the day she had to say farewell to her father as he led the knights and the other soldiers to war, but once again didn’t show it, following the example of her mother. Weeks passed since then, with nothing but the typical news and messages from the battlefield, about casualties and wounded warriors. Until, in a day as dark as night, a cortege reached the gates of the castle carrying the lifeless body of her father with it.

The day of the funerals was the first time that Amelia saw her mother’s usually composed visage distorted by grief. She never doubted that her mother loved her father very deeply; she might not have been open about her feelings for her husband to other people but Amelia noticed a certain look in her eyes, a particular kind of smile, a slight sweetness in her voice, that only happened when Sir Lloyd was around. Still when a fortnight passed without her mother leaving her chambers, barely eating and sleeping at all, only weeping over her dead husband, Amelia thought it was time for her to come out of her misery. 

"Mother, I know how you feel, but…", Amelia tried to say, but was immediately interrupted by her mother. "You don’t know how I feel!", Winifred said with a bitter tone in her voice, her eyes red from crying so much, "You didn’t love him as much as I do!" Amelia then looked at the ground, and without another word left her mother’s chambers. 

But the next morning, Lady Winifred appeared at court remaining silent just as her daughter, who was sitting next to her, did.


Good day, people of Camelot

Today I have been helping Gwen at the medical tents near to the battlefield, and I must confess that I’ve not been feeling all too well with that. I really believed I could handle this better, since back in Kent I often helped my father with his wounds when he came back from a joust or battle. Still I don’t feel as full of energy as I often am, and I think that is why the healing activities have been taking such a tiring toll over me.

Even so, feel free to send me your inquiries. I’ll be happy to answer them while I rest for a bit.

Amelia