arthurianwriter:

My Beloved Elaine,

How I fear to leave you in this world with only your stepfather’s guidance but I know how strong you are, especially for a girl of your age. You are so much like your father which makes me beg that you never forget him. You are and always will be the Lady of Cornwall, not matter where Uther sends you. Cornwall is in every beating of your heart. I love you my Elaine, so very much and I know you will make a great queen one day as you already possess the skills and intelligence. Keep your head high and soul vigorous. My thoughts will always be with you and I hope you remember me fondly.

Your mother.

katiemcgrath:

Yet, there was once a king worthy of that name. That king was Arthur. It is paramount disgrace of this evil generation that the name of that great king is no longer spoken aloud except in derision. Arthur! He was the fairest flower of our race, Cymry’s most noble son, Lord of the Summer Realm, Pendragon of Britain. He wore God’s favour like a purple robe. Hear then, if you will, the tale of a true king.
― Stephen R. Lawhead, The Pendragon Cycle (Arthur)

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