So, waiting around to be told I'm an absolute shit author ( AKA Waiting for the results for the noob contest) has filled me with nervous energy. For some reason I've decided to write something to help let off some steam. So I guess here we go.
Pacing like a caged animal, Arthur was busy planning his next move. 'I have to make sure this surprises Guinevere. It would be really bad if she caught me in the act. That would be hard to explain' Arthur gave a light chuckle, truly that was understatement. ' Either way I have to do this tonight, the full moon is important. '
Suddenly Arthur stopped pacing and snapped his fingers. ' I got it! I'll sneak into her room while she is in the library. Yes, that should give me time to set up the flowers. Hopefully this goes well. Though there is that saying about best laid plans and all that. Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained.' With that the Hero of Camelot set off on his hardest misson yet.
Taking a moment to settle his nerves Arthur sat on his lovers bed. ' The moon is full, the flowers are laid out everything should work out. I just hope the advice I got holds up.' With a deep breath, Arthur continued trying to pysch himself up. ' I pulled the sword from the stone. My sheath was made by fae. For Lords sake I am the hero of Camelot! I can handle a woman, right?'
Shaking his head to clear the little bit of doubt that had been sneaking in, Arthur did the only thing he could, wait. Soon enough he heard the door creak open. Standing There, beautiful as always was Guinevere. For a brief moment she tensed up, before recognizing Arthur.
"My goodness! What are you doing here my lord?" A soft, delicate voice could be heard. "Oh my, why are there flowers everywhere?" With a smile Arthur responded. " I had to make sure the room was a lovely as you are. I had to get advice for Morgen."
That last bit came as a surprise but she let him continue. Pulling out his holy blade, Arthur spoke. " On the honor of my blade I have a question for you." Quickly thinking she had figured out what was going on Guinevere spoke excitedly. " Anything my lord!" With a smile he walked forward.
"Would you mind dying for me?" With all the speed and skill he had earned over countless battles, Arthur removed his lovers head from her shoulder. The quiet only remained until the head hit the floor.
The next sound was a light femine chuckle, as Morgen stepped out of the shadows. "Good my Lord the ritual us complete. The betrayal Merlin spoke of will now never happen. Hope it was worth it." With her peice spoken she faded back into the shadows.
Arthur sighed so did he. The needs of the many outweighed the few. Mordred must not rebel, Camelot must not fall. This was for the best.
Thank you for providing something that can hopefully help me improve.
It wasn't meant to be a huge internal struggle. I was going more for the neccisary evil. He might feel bad but he'll never regret it. If it works that is.
before continuing, I hink you should consider fundamental questions of tone and character motivation
That's fair. Also rereading, it feels a little rushed.
I did notice that bit about him pulling out his sword and considering his "fae sheath." It was not too subtle to elude me.