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∞ //Is//

"Warrior."

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//Isolde// Do you like being submissive?

Honeslty? No I do not. I love being a dominatrix!

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A Promise Made - Arthur&Isolde

Even though Arthur had been a success, and finally joined allies with Merlin and his people, the warlord still could not rid the dreams that seemed to riddle through his mind. So many people died that night at war, and two of them had been loyal knights of his- Lancelot and Tristan. She watched as Tristan was struck down by his own sword, by no other than Cerdic, that bastard Saxon leader.

He was glad to keep the promise to him, by telling him that his face would be the last thing he would see on the earth. With all the anger and blood lust, he rightfully killed the Saxon king, and the last thing that he had spoken was Arthur.

Now he may have been a roman catholic before, but he had seen the errors of the priests, who had gone back on their promise and sent them out for another mission- If they had not his friends would still be alive!

"Arthur Pendragon." A Foreign familiar voice spoke, and the king had turned around to see a man with long dark hair, and a beard. He was also covered in blue paint, making his eyes stand out, with Pagan symbols painted on his body. "Merlin." Arthur spoke quietly, smiling at the pagan in front of him.

"You made a promise to a friend, that you would look after his lover. It has been two months since they have been gone, now you need to pull yourself together, and find her." Merlin spoke in a firm tone. He's right. That bloody Pagan is always right. Arthur thought mentally, and smiled at his new friend. "Of course. You are right my friend, but how am I supposed to find her?" He asked, frowning softly out of curiosity.

"She will come to you, Arthur Pendragon. Come to you." Merlin spoke in his rich foreign accent, before slamming his staff on the floor lightly, then took his leave.