Part 41: link


    “Good morning, Paulette, darling,” Arthur greets the receptionist, leaning his elbows on her counter.
    “Mr. Pendragon,” she greets him coolly. “You have an appointment with Mr. Gaius.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Wait here,” she sighs, “I’m supposed to call him and he’ll come down.”
    “Well, he may want to rethink that, Sugar Plum,” Arthur says, thoroughly enjoying needling the stuffy receptionist. “Tell him I have his painting.” He then walks casually...

Part 29: link


    “My lady, um, the laces are not going to reach,” margarida says, dropping her hands while Guinevere sighs.
    “This is the third gown!”
    “Well, you are with child,” the maid says.
    “Yes, but should my gowns be too tight already?”
    “Each pregnancy is different, my lady,” margarida says tactfully.
    “And how would you know?” Gwen shoots over her shoulder.
    “Just what I hear,” she says sheepishly, taking the gown...

This is the frist fanfiction I have written. I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Merlin. Oh dear well at least I can dream
THE STORM

     It was raining hard. Storm clouds rolled across the sky sending darkness everywhere. Large raindrops slashing on to the window sending thick streaks down the glass. Lightening flashes across the sky, followed a segundo later por a clap of thunder, so loud she was sure the greek gods had sent it. There was no point denying it. No point at all. She could stay awake all night, watching the storm outside but she knew it would be no good....