Incest Pendragon

After uniting Britannia under his banner, King Uther didn't just bring the land together; he crushed those who stood against him with an iron fist.

He annihilated Vortigern, breaking the so-called White Dragon in a decisive, brutal battle. Emperor Lucius of Rome, who had dared to challenge his authority, was brought to his knees, his army decimated, his pride shattered.

Uther didn't stop there—he obliterated the Irish Coalition, humiliated and imprisoned Queen Medb in the darkest depths of Camelot's dungeons, and even extended his dominion to other islands across the sea.

Scathach, the queen warrior of the Land of Shadows, was a thorn he couldn't ignore. With the combined magic of Merlin and Morgan, Uther trapped her in her shadow kingdom, sealing her away so thoroughly that she couldn't even set foot outside her cursed domain.

It was a feat that cemented his dominance, a warning to anyone who might think they could defy the King of Britannia.

Under his reign, Uther established the legendary Knights of the Round Table, naming Artoria Pendragon as the head of this elite order.

The lineup of knights was as impressive as it was fearsome: Sir Kay; Gareth, Baobhan Sith, Sir Agravain,; Sir Gawain, and many more.

Together, they stood as the ultimate safeguard of Camelot's peace, their combat prowess rivaling even Queen Medb at her peak.

These knights weren't just warriors; they were weapons, honed to perfection to carry out Uther's will.

With such a powerful force at his disposal, Uther turned his attention inward, consolidating his power and dealing with Camelot's internal problems.

He ordered the Knights of the Round Table to hunt down vampires, Saxons, rogues, bandits, and any outlaws or rebels daring to disrupt the peace of his kingdom.

Those captured weren't given the luxury of trials or leniency.

Uther made them labor for Camelot with pitifully low wages, forcing them to build roads, canals, palaces, walls, granaries, and farms.

Every stone laid and every field plowed was a step toward Camelot's rise, all achieved at minimal cost but immense prisoners' suffering.

The results were undeniable. Under Uther's rule, Camelot became prosperous, its economy booming, its infrastructure rivaling that of Rome itself.

Loyalty to him soared to near-religious levels as the common folk saw their lives improve under his iron-fisted governance.

Yet not everyone shared in this prosperity. There were those who sympathized with the Saxons or pitied the forced laborers building Camelot's grandeur. These dissenters, however, were swiftly silenced.

In Uther's Camelot, even a whisper of criticism or a negative remark about his policies was forbidden.

The punishment for such disobedience ranged from imprisonment and brutal rehabilitation to outright brainwashing.

The worst offenders—those whose "mentalities couldn't be corrected"—were executed without hesitation.

Treason charges were the norm, and entire families were purged for the actions of a single individual.

This was the Camelot Uther built—powerful, tyrannical, and undeniably prosperous.

A kingdom where fear and admiration walked hand in hand.

Whenever Uther strode through the streets, the people saluted him with reverence and awe, their voices ringing out, "Sieg Heil."

This was Uther Pendragon.

The man who dragged Camelot from the brink of ruin, where it had been the poorest and most vulnerable region, constantly harassed by Saxons, into the most powerful kingdom in Britannia.

He had crushed Rome, subdued the White Dragon, and united the fractured island into a singular force.

Look at what he accomplished: a ruined nation turned into an empire, a kingdom no one dared challenge.

The Man.

The Myth.

The Legend.

"How is it, my friend? Your purpose, your goal in life has been achieved. You saved Britannia, you united them, and you've made them more powerful than ever. Have you thought about what you want to do next?" Merlin asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp with curiosity.

The two rode side by side on their warhorses, the rhythmic clatter of hooves echoing softly as the knights behind them followed along.

They patrolled Camelot, their gazes sweeping over the bustling streets and flourishing farmlands that stood as a testament to their efforts.

The prosperity of the kingdom was undeniable—visible in the thriving markets, the sturdy new buildings, and the quiet confidence of the people.

"It's never enough, Merlin," Uther said, his voice low and firm, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Rome shall be mine. They will pay for their intrusion, for daring to challenge us." His words were cold, yet they burned with thirst for vengeance.

"Why not strike now, then?" Merlin pressed, a hint of doubt flickering across his face.

Rome, after all, was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

Lucius had fallen under Artoria's sword, and the once-mighty Roman legions had been annihilated in battle.

The survivors, those unlucky enough to be captured, now slaved away in Camelot's mines, fields, and construction sites.

They were forced into hard labor—mining ore, picking cotton, hauling stone—all for the glory and advancement of Camelot.

Uther had wielded every ounce of manpower with ruthless efficiency. Mercy was a concept he discarded long ago.

The Roman prisoners had become the backbone of Camelot's rapid transformation, their forced toil driving the kingdom's economic rise and architectural splendor.

Through their suffering, Uther had erected massive armories, expanded the blacksmith guilds, and recruited a staggering number of soldiers to bolster his forces.

His army was disciplined, drilled to perfection, and equipped with the finest steel and armor his wealth could buy.

They were ready—primed to pounce on Rome like a predator stalking its wounded prey.

Yet, despite the readiness, despite the strength at his disposal, Uther held back.

The question lingered in the air, unspoken but heavy: What was he waiting for?

"Not yet," Uther said, shaking his head. "Queen Medb has not yet submitted. Princess Guinevere is still struggling to manage her father's kingdom after his death, and the nobles in her kingdom remain divided. Artoria and many of the knights of the Round Table are troubled, questioning the morality of what we've done—the hard labor, the sacrifices, the criticisms. Our hearts aren't united yet for conquest."

He paused, his voice growing colder, more calculated. "Before I strike at Rome, I need to secure our foundation. I need to crush any doubts and unite my people. Only then will we be unstoppable."

Merlin shrugged, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Then I wish you luck, my friend."

He didn't press further—he knew better than to dig too deeply into Uther's plans, fearing he'd be roped into responsibilities he had no desire to take.

Instead, his mind drifted to simpler pleasures.

The thought of a long-overdue trip to the brothel flickered in his mind, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.

After such a lengthy journey, he figured he'd earned a little fun for himself.

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Question: Did any of you ever read my fanfic of Fate: King of Vampires and miss it? I don't mind continuing where I left off if many people request it politely.