11.01.2011 в 21:04
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Давным-давно в Камелоте...
Once upon a time, there was a lady and her champion.
They’re like any other ordinary young couple back then. Madly in love.
He was the crowned Prince, the son of the mighty King Uther Pendragon of Camelot and she was his heart.
They bantered, they teased, they got under each other’s skin but in the end, their love conquered all.
After all the quick kisses and hugs, they were finally betrothed to get married one summer. It was all planned out.
And then one day, an evil man arrived to the castle and claimed that the lady had put a spell on the Prince in order to make him fall in love with her.
Enraged, the King had restrained the lady to the dungeons. The Prince, heartbroken, tried to reason and pleaded his father, telling him that the love of his life was nothing but innocent yet the King refused to listen.
Many months had passed and life went on normally for everyone but the couple. They were both plunged into the vivid, despaired darkness, with the lady locked in the dungeons and the Prince’s heart yearning for her presence.
The Prince decided he had enough. That night, he carefully planned on how to release the lady from the dungeons.
“Morgana, take my hand.” he whispered softly. “We will run away from this place, Morgana. Just you and I.” And so she took his hand and they fled from Camelot. They never look back since
Years gone by and the King passed away. Some said it was due to an incurable disease and some said that it was because he was alone and filled with the regrets that clouded his heart. The couple, married, came back to Camelot and take what was supposed to be theirs. Their thrones. They became the greatest King and Queen of Camelot history had ever known.
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Продолжение)))
Давным-давно в Камелоте...
Once upon a time, there was a lady and her champion.
They’re like any other ordinary young couple back then. Madly in love.
He was the crowned Prince, the son of the mighty King Uther Pendragon of Camelot and she was his heart.
They bantered, they teased, they got under each other’s skin but in the end, their love conquered all.
After all the quick kisses and hugs, they were finally betrothed to get married one summer. It was all planned out.
And then one day, an evil man arrived to the castle and claimed that the lady had put a spell on the Prince in order to make him fall in love with her.
Enraged, the King had restrained the lady to the dungeons. The Prince, heartbroken, tried to reason and pleaded his father, telling him that the love of his life was nothing but innocent yet the King refused to listen.
Many months had passed and life went on normally for everyone but the couple. They were both plunged into the vivid, despaired darkness, with the lady locked in the dungeons and the Prince’s heart yearning for her presence.
The Prince decided he had enough. That night, he carefully planned on how to release the lady from the dungeons.
“Morgana, take my hand.” he whispered softly. “We will run away from this place, Morgana. Just you and I.” And so she took his hand and they fled from Camelot. They never look back since
Years gone by and the King passed away. Some said it was due to an incurable disease and some said that it was because he was alone and filled with the regrets that clouded his heart. The couple, married, came back to Camelot and take what was supposed to be theirs. Their thrones. They became the greatest King and Queen of Camelot history had ever known.