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Post by Guinevère on Jul 12, 2010 12:04:55 GMT -5
"My father would be proud I was helping a friend." She told him but did not say how she was unsure of his reaction to her helping a friend break the first code of the Camelot knights. A group of men that her father held in high respect, and had taught her to do the same.
She blushed and lowered her head when he teased her, but thought it was safer not to keep making references to touching. She liked how the words and the teasing felt but did not want to seem overly worldly. "I promise." Was all she could reply with.
When he was behind the curtain, she tired not to stare at it. She turned and got a cup down but dropped it on the floor when his shirt came to rest on the high curtain. Suddenly the room felt warm and she was glad Merlin nor her father were here. Quickly picking up the cup, and getting a new one down she turned her back to where he was and hummed a soft, slow tune to help her not think of the man undressing by her bed. It was a old folk song her father often enjoyed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2010 16:06:58 GMT -5
Lancelot did not doubt it. What father would not approve of one helping a friend? The question, as always was in the specifics. He had great doubt that Gwen's father, if he did much work for the Pendragons would think much of the specifics. He hoped that sometime he would get to meet him. He expected that the empathy and respect that Gwen possessed probably came from him.
He saw the blushing and how she was now avoiding eye contact and Lancelot believed that he had gone to far in his teasing .... that it had become to suggestive. "My apologies,milady,sometimes I do not know when and where to stop ... what lines not to cross. I beg your forgiveness." He listened to her simple promise, and gave her a nod and a smile, trying to indicate that he understood.
Once behind the curtain he tried to use his time as efficiently as possible, undressing as quickly as he could, draping his clothes over the curtain. Suddenly, though, he heard a sharp noise, as if something had fallen on the floor. "Gwen, what happened ... what was that noise?" He then began to a hear a noise, a musical noise that was quite pleasing to the ear. It was some type of tune that Gwen was humming. "Gwen, that is quite a pretty tune .... what is it called?" As he waited for her answer, he put the rest of the clothing on, pleased so far, and now wondering, when they were finished with the clothes, how they would spend the rest of their evening.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 13, 2010 12:01:10 GMT -5
"No," She replied at his apology, "You crossed no lines. I only feared you'd think me wicked." It was an odd feeling having a man in her father's home. Not a bad one but a different one. It made her wonder if maybe one day she would live in a different home, with her husband and what things would be like then. She could work in the castle during the day and come home to a husband and maybe even a son at night. Maybe Morgana would be queen then and the advantages of working for the queen would help her family. They would never go hungry, and would get to see exciting things happening in the city.
After she dropped the cup, he asked what the sound was. She blushed but this time out of embarrassment. "I just drop something." She told him, "Just a cup." She dipped the clean up in to the bucket of water and then sat it on the counter before she made a real mess. She then began wiping off the cup she dropped, before getting her some water in it before.
"It's a local song, I do not know the words to it, I learned it as a child. I do not even really recall the name of it. Just that it was about . . . . well it was a love a song, but a sad one." She told him, "I am not even sure why. I think it was war time and he was a brave knight."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2010 19:53:13 GMT -5
"Are you sure, milady. I am not very socially aware. I have spent most of my years in apprenticeship and learning of swordcraft and knightcraft. I'm afraid that there are some times that I do not know when to stop, or what the boundaries are." Despite what she had said, Lancelot was afraid that he had gone too far, and that she was just trying to be polite in saying that he had done nothing wrong. He promised himself that he would be more careful, and make sure that he comported himself as a knight should. This lady may not be noble, but all women needed to be treated with the respect knights had been trained to give.
Lancelot knew that he had heard something, something that he had not expected. He tried to use his powers of analysis to figure out what the sharp sound had been.. However, before he could, she had identified the object that had hit the floor. "Oh .... yes .... well that makes sense. Was it slippery and difficult to hold," he asked. He wondered if she was as nervous as he was. They both had their reasons. Of course he wanted to fool everyone that he was a nobleman, and his clothing would go a long way. Of course she wanted her work to prove to be first rate as well.
As he finished dressing himself, he had heard the song she was humming and the answer to his question about it. "Who taught it to you .... your mother perhaps. It is a pretty tune, almost as pretty as ..... um .... I'm finished." He was quite happy with it. It was the best set of clothing he had ever worn. He could move around in it well, which would be important when it came to training and fighting. Walking out from behind the curtain, he presented himself. "What do you think?," he asked. "Do I look to be as brave a knight as the one in your song, and if so, where might I find my fair maiden?"
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 13, 2010 22:50:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I am sure. I enjoyed our conversation. As I said, I did not want you to think me wicked." She told him, and waited for him to finish putting on the clothing she had made. She still did not look up at the curtain but when he asked about the cup she blushed and covered her face with her hand. "No. I just . . . . was distracted." She tried to answer honestly and still not admit the truth.
When he asked about her mother, she felt less embarrassed, but only because it distracted her. She did not often think of her mother. "No, I do not really remember where I picked it up from, Perhaps a neighbor or somewhere around the castle?" Her mother had died shortly after giving birth to her. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it. She was sad that she grew up with out a mother, yes, but her father had been both parents for her. He had shown her the strength of a father when she needed him there and the support of a mother when she needed that. Tom really was an amazing man to Gwen. The bar and been set very high for any man she thought of as a husband.
When Lancelot walked out she broke into a bright smile and laughed at his words. "Yes! Brave and dashing! You will find your self beating the ladies of court off with a stick!" She promised, "You look very knightly, I only see a few things I need to fix. It should only take a few moments." She walked over to him and put her hands on the fabric part of the tunic, looking to see where she would take it in slightly. "Does it feel loose anywhere? Or to tight?" She asked, and did not look down at the pants. She would assume they fit unless he said something about them, so not to embarrass him by poking around down there any more then she had to.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2010 11:57:47 GMT -5
Lancelot just shook his head at this young lady who was waiting on him patiently outside the curtain. "That milady .... mademoiselle, I am glad. He was still sorry and aggrieved if he had embarrassed her, despite her denials. I assure you, ma cherie, you could never be wicked, so don't put thoughts into my head and my mouth that are not mine own." The thoughts were wicked enough without her help, he thought. Admonishing himself silently, he realized that such were not knightly thoughts and he tried to banish them from his mind, as he prepared to walk out for her to view. And she thinks she's distracted, he smiled to himself.
This conversation, across the barrier of the hanging curtain seemed quite strange to him, but as long as she chose to talk. So .... she basically ignored the question about her mother. he wondered how long it had just been her and her father. He doubted that she had picked up in that way. It was probably a song that had been sung to her when she was quite small, by a family member, and it had just stuck in her memory. Well, it was time to go out, he thought, so he exited, standing as straight and tall as he could, wondering what she would think.
Her wide smile made it all worth it, he thought, maybe even if he wasn't successful at becoming a knight, having a friend like her couldn't be measured. He understood why Merlin valued her so much. "Do you really think so? Do you think that I could impress the great Arthur himself? But .... what if I'm not interested in the ladies at court, would they still have to be beaten off with that stick?" Knightly indeed .... he wondered just how much she meant and how much was designed to build up his confidence. "No, it feels just right, especially now," as he stood there looking down and she made some final adjustments. "What about the pants, how do they look .... do they need any adjustments .... do you think?," he said with the slightest of smiles.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 15, 2010 21:07:23 GMT -5
Gwen felt relived and smiled when he told her he did not think her wicked. She was not really worried about it but it was nice to know that he had not assumed she was over worldly or brazenly bold. Gwen was not a prude but prided her self on being proper and not embarrassing her family with her behavior.
"I think I feel horrid for Merlin. Once the prince sees how knightly you look he will demand Merlin work harder to fix his." She teased, when he asked about showing up the prince. "Yes, you will need a bigger stick if they think your not interested. Men are not the only ones who like to hunt." She joked, the ladies of the court where not that bad, but a dashing knight who filled out his clothing as well as Lancelot was going to get more then a few 'tokens of luck' passed his way. Gwen knew and wished she could give his a token when he went to fight the prince. Did she dare?
"The pants?" She glanced down quickly then looked up to see him smiling. She smiled in returned and shook her head slowly, "I will not inspect them to closely. I will have to rely on you to tell me if anywhere is loose. . . or to tight." She blushed, but keep talking, "Let me get my thread and fix this one place on the tunic, and you should be finished." She turned to walk and get her supplies, after letting her fingers linger on the side she had been holding.
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He saw the look of relief in her eyes and the wide smile on her face, as he knew that she believed him when he said that he knew that she wasn't wicked. Although he knew know that she could come back with a cutting comment when it was deserved, she had a reserved demeanor that was quite important for a servant, especially if they wanted to live a long life, from what he had heard about Uther Pendragon.
He laughed deeply once again. It was not something that Lancelot did much, because it meant that he was dropping his natural defenses. He thought her first statement was serious, and then it was meant as kind of a 'serious' joke, at Merlin's and the Prince's expense. "Do you think we should be so mean to Merlin? Perhaps I should not apply at all, or apply in peasant garb, perhaps," he said, chuckling. "And what should this stick look like then, and who else might be hunting, perhaps? ..... your Lady Morgana?," he teased.
He wondered if she was going to catch on the implication he made about the pants. Finally, it appeared it had occurred to her. "Yes, Gwen, the pants. This is supposed to be custom-made, is it not, mademoiselle. How do you plan to do the alterations? I assume, ma cherie, as I stand he modeling it, no? Oh, but you must look closely, eh. I'm afraid I am not a good judge of what is too .... tight, or too .... loose," he said slowly, for emphasis. He saw her blush, and said, "Very well, if you must do that first, but shortly you will have to make the proper ..... alterations, .... no?" he felt the hand that was touching his side and made a barely audible sigh, "mmmm," and watched her walk away slowly, wondering why she had left.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 20, 2010 23:01:19 GMT -5
Gwen picked up her needle and matching thread, while he spoke. She turned back to him and gave him a smile before walking slowly back over. "Poor Merlin. I think we should just advise him to hide from a few hours." Gwen joked, "Until the prince has found someone else to make him one." When he asked about Morgana, Gwen paused of a moment while thinking.
Would Morgana favor Lancelot? "I think her eyes are for the prince, but if anyone could turn her head it might be you." She joked but there was something unsure in her face. She wondered if he would be turned by Morgana. Morgana was beautiful and graceful. Her skin was soft, and she was a kind yet bold person.
"If you do not mind." She told him when he asked if he was going to be the model. "It would help me get the fit just right. Make sure it forms to you and not hangs and makes you look bulky." As for his pants, she blushed while speaking. "If you can still feel your toes, then it's not to tight. If it's not falling off your h-hips then it's not to loose." She told him trying to avoid having to look at his man areas.
She had heard him make a sound but wan not sure if she should comment on it or not. Walking up to him, she threaded her needle and then drew the fabric in again to where she would sew it. "Just stay still, so I wont poke you." She warned softly.
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Lancelot noticed that she was not going to waste anytime getting to work on the changes that she thought needed to be made to his uniform she had made. "Given the Prince's general attitude toward his manservant methinks that would be a good general policy," he smiled. He did notice, too, that she was giving some thought to what he had said about Lady Morgana.
Lancelot had just been making a joke when he had referred to her by name. She was merely a representative of all of the possible noble females who might give him some attention. He began shaking his head negatively, saying, "I think all of their eyes are for the Prince, as they should be. I do not expect that I would even be given the slightest amount of attention, especially compared to the attention that they were give him. Mademoiselle, I am not even an English noble," he laughed.
"It would be my pleasure, and since your final product is meant for me anyway, I would be the obvious choice. If you want it to fit me just right, then I should be the one that you use, no? Forms? Is forms better than bulky, ma cherie?" He did notice the slight bit of color that came to her face when they referred to his pants, and their fitting. "I think that would be an obvious and reasonable method," he said, as he wondered why she would not look him in the eye. "Is there something wrong with my appearance that you find yourself unable to look at me, I wonder."
He realized, too late, that the sigh that had escaped his lips, as a result of her touching him, had been quite audible. He wondered if she had heard it, and whether she was going to comment on it. After some moments, it appeared that she had not, since she just went on to another subject of conversation. Ah, obviously she had gone to the cabinet to extract some thread. When she came back to start her work and told him to stay still, he responded, "If my reward for standing still is simply to sit here and look on your face , I will have no difficulty in meeting your request."
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Post by Guinevère on Aug 21, 2010 21:25:31 GMT -5
'I am not even an English noble', he had joked with her, at lest she assumed it was a joke. "They will think you are, and that will be all that matters to them." She wondered if this had been Merlin's idea. Lancelot did not seem the type to seek to lie to others, and she did not know him well but she thought she knew that much. Merlin did not lie well but he wanted everyone to be happy, and she could see him thinking this plot up, rather then Lancelot doing it.
"No, I can look at you." She looked up at his face in proof, when he asked if she could not look at him. She just could not look at his pants, for it was to wicked of her. She did not want to appear to forward, like a servant in a tavern; and embarrass them both. "I am looking at you now."
When he spoke of rewards however, she had to look down for she was blushing all over again. "If you speak such words in the court you will be the envy of every noble woman there. You will charm them right over." She warned, halfheartedly. She knew she needed to get to work but she wanted to draw their time out some more she she paused there until she look up at him again before starting to work on one of the patches that were to loose.
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The way that response had come out was in a joking manner, but it was a truthful enough comment about how many looked at nobility here in Britain, especially to nobles from across the Channel. He had heard the stories from when he was quite young. They had said that their family had been a prominent one in Normandy. In fact he had been born on one of the Channel islands, Jersey. However, his father had been pledged in loyalty to the wrong noble house and they had been forced to abandon lands and title, and had ended up in rural England.
He laughed in a good-natured way at her next comments. "That is a strange way to put it, isn't it, mademoiselle, saying I will look it and not that I am. It does not, ma cherie, sound like you think to much of them,at least some of them, eh?" From what she had just indicated and implied, she knew that he was not truly a noble, and the whole point of what they were doing was to make everyone think that he was. It was good of he, and he hoped not too dangerous, for her to play along.
They were now down to the final fitting and re-fitting stage, but it seemed strange that she was spending so little time looking at him. He remembered that when he had taken his leave of her at the first meeting that he had kissed her hand and he had sensed her being uncomfortable with that. He sensed the same thing here. "Good, I am glad that you can look on me, since it gives me the opportunity to look into your beautiful eyes as well. Yes ..... yes you are looking at me now," he said with a broad smile.
However, his remarks about his reward of being able to look on her seemed to drive her back into that uncomfortable zone that she had just escaped from. She looked down, and if she was not so dark as it were, he could swear he saw a change in coloration of her cheeks, but finally she did respond. "Oh, I do not mean to draw attention to myself from others. I think my sword will speak for me. However, you, ma cherie, I would be afraid that you would not notice me, and that would be an error on my part. It is not charming I wish to be milady. I wish to pass the test all Knights of Camelot must pass. Now, I have delayed you long enough. I am sure you wish to be done with me, so that you can get back to your other duties, I am sure."
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Post by Guinevère on Aug 28, 2010 18:48:05 GMT -5
"It my be strange but it's true. You will prove you belong, and then you will belong." She told him, "I think highly of them, why should I not? I have hold no ill will against them." At lest none beside the King. she held no ill will against him but after he had almost burned her for a witch she was frightened of him. "Morgana is one of my closest friends."
She wondered if he had heard about that. For a long time it was all people could talk about when she was around. Merlin was such a good friend, he had saved her by getting the prince to fight a monster for her.
"I have no duties that you are keeping me from." She told him, not wanting to end her meeting with him. "You might not want to be charming, but you will be. Someone new at court is always a grand event, and when that someone is young and charming and . . . . and handsome then all the gossip is about them." She explained, while blushing slightly when she called him handsome.
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So ... perception was more important than reality. What Lancelot dimly remembered about his parents talking serving in the French court of the monarch, and how strange it was. He shook his head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all. "I am not sure if I am up to this Gwen. I am just an ordinary man with an extraordinary ambition. Hmmm ..... are you sure that you do not. Most servants, with the disrespect they receive, would have more than enough reasons for some ill will."
Ah, yes, Morgana. He wondered how common it was for servant and master to overcome that official relationship and actually become friends. "Of course, wherever you can find friends .... good friends .... is a good thing. I, of course, do not know Morgana, but knew of her. Her father, you know, was my first tutors in swordcraft and what it took to be a knight. My old carpentry master arranged it for me."
When she responded about her duties Lancelot smiled, knowing that she would not admit it, even if she was being kept from them by paying too much attention to him. He wondered what she saw in him, if anything, and if there was the possibility for anything beyond an ordinary friendship. He, himself, could feel that something was beginning to burn within his heart for her. He wondered if it was possible that she could feel the same. She was so good, and beautiful, he thought.
"I do hope that is true, mademoiselle. I would hate for you to get into trouble on my account, and would not be able to forgive myself for that if I caused you any discomfort," he said as he stepped forward, close enough to take in the scent of her body. It nearly overwhelmed his good sense. She seemed to be a bit uncomfortable as she said her next words, both looking down at the floor and blushing. "Do you really think me to be charming and handsome?," he asked softly, he asked, looking down at the floor himself. He avoided eye contact, knowing that he might not be able to resist them, without giving her a kiss, not knowing if that was something she would want.
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Post by Guinevère on Aug 29, 2010 12:37:07 GMT -5
"Morgana has never disrespected me. She always treats me wonderfully, as a friend rather then a servant." She did not explain that the others did not, but Morgana was who she worked for, not the others. If they wanted to be snobs, it was not her place to tell then they were (as Merlin said) prats. "You might be an ordinary man, but in the little time I have known you, you had proven that your an extraordinary ordinary man."
Gwen finished working on the patch she was tightening and then started checking the rest of it while looking for any other places. She wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Once she made sure everything looked good, she stood back up.
"I will not be in trouble, Morgana is feasting with the king tonight. They will be there for hours, so I have some time free." She explained so he would not worry, she wondered if he was trying to excuse himself because he was bored. "If you had plans, you should go about then however. I think I have finished everything with you tunic." When he commented on her charming and handsome words, she looked down and gave a nervous and short, soft laugh. It came out awkward almost; "Yes." She replied not looking up.
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"Gwen ..... madamoi ..... milady. I have never said or even implied that the Lady Morgana has ever disrespected you or mistreated you," he said somewhat disgustedly, backing away from her, now folding his hands across his chest. "That's because, most of the time that's how she regards you, as a friend, I would expect," he said sharply.
"However, I would not say the same of the other nobles, male and female. All many of them see is a servant. They see a person that lives to to do things for them, and see nothing else." He listened at what she had to say about him and smiled slightly. "I expect that I will be looked at in a similar manner to a servant .... simply as one who will sacrifice himself for the good of the kingdom, and I would most willingly do that. I, however, don't see anything particularly extraordinary in that."
Gwen came close once more to work on some different parts of Lancelot's uniform ..... tweaking it here and there. Lancelot thought that she was spending much more time and effort than she would on an article for anyone other than the Prince. "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know. Chances are that Prince Arthur will pierce it in more than one place. Well, that is good then. It is good that they will be enjoying themselves so much before my big day," he smiled once more.
"And what would you normally be doing with this free time. I would think that you might have better things to do than to spend it with a knight-in-training." He was hoping that she would say that she wished him to say, but she did not. "No, I do not have plans, but if you wish me to go, then I will go. I am not one who prefers to wear out his welcome. And you have finished it very well indeed. I am afraid I do not have much that is valuable to pay you for your efforts. So .... you do think that I am charming and handsome, then?," he said with a smile.
"Forgive me then, milady," he said as he stepped very close to her body, and planted a light kiss on her forehead, and took her wrist and planted on there on her wrist. He then looked up into her eyes to see what kind of reaction he had caused, and whether he should beat a hasty exit.
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