"It only hurts now . . . " It DID hurt? Her eyes widened slightly as he spoke of pain but before she could ask him what was wrong, he spoke again. "Geoffrey," He spoke of needing to lie down and his jousting injury! While he had not sounded as if he was in pain, she had known he was pushing himself too hard! Taking his arm she looked up at him worried and let him escort her out of the room.
As they grew closer to the floor with the royal chambers she noticed that they would pass his before passing her's. Taking a few quick steps ahead of him she pushed opened one of his doors and stepped in. "If you are in pain, then you need not walk me to my chambers. You need to take care of it!" If she thought him in pain she would demand he send for this Gaius everyone sore by. Let him look at the injury and care for it properly!
Arthur seemed to be trying to live up to the charmer title for he not only opened her door but pointed out why he was doing it. Smiling, Guinevère waited until they were on the road before looking at where they were headed. "Not the park then, for we just past it." She was trying to be able to guess where they were going. "Nor the hospital for it's the other way." So not his work.
Looking out the window she waited another turn before speaking again. "Not a restaurant for we are heading away from the middle of the city!" She laughed and looked at him, "Are we going . . . . . . hmmm . . . . . " To his house? Surely not! Her face shifted and she forced a smile--though a more believable one--on her lips. Were they going to his home?!! "Arthur . . . . Where are we going?" She asked as if teasing him, trying to find out if she was right and WHY he had not told her to dress up more.
Guinevère watched them for a moment, taking in the sight of the two people in her life that she cherished most. After a moment she began cleaning up so the table would be clear. Lifting the bits of food from the table, she put it in the plates, but paused when Arthur began getting to the horrid part of the story. Her eyes watched him as he grew closer to the part with her, but he changed the actions done to her. "-- but was really something else. Something that made them act funny." Guinevère had not even realized she was silently daring him to speak the words with a soft glace until she felt the edges of her eyes relax.
Taking the plates to the bucket that made a sink for her here, she put them in the water and dropped the last one in with a slash as she lost the battle to completely hold a laugh in with Arthur's words of " . . . into a donkey!" But she managed to bit her lip and keep most the sounds from escaping. To keep herself from laughing at his expense she quickly washed the few dishes and put them to the side to dry.
Turning to check on Arthur, her heart froze as she watched him kiss Amaren's head and then take him to lie down. Forgetting to breathe for a few moments she could only watch the tender moment, and feel her heart swell up. How many nights had Arthur missed and she assumed he was doing it to be a better king? How many moments?
"He's been doing well without me." "He could do better with you near." She countered, not about to down play how Amaren might be different with his father near. Stronger, braver? She didn't know but she did know that he now had that chance to have his father near! She wanted that for him but . . . . didn't know what that entailed. What it meant for her and Arthur. How any of it would happen.
"I can return in a few days," He offered after telling her that he was grateful. Seeing Arthur this way, made her hard to remember that he left her because she was a servant and he was a king. "He would like that. Perhaps then we could have thought of a way to handle this. How to be fair to everyone."
She had been noticing Amaren going tired, and she wondered if he would not mind staying with Arthur, or if he even knew who held him any longer. "If you walk the floor with him, and tell him a story he would sleep easier. If not then he might start fighting it and grow fussy. I tell him stories of you . . . . of your father and the knights." Ones she knew he might need to know one day. "Of Merlin." Because he was apart of the group.
Being in his arms was so comforting as a feeling of safe and protected filled her. How odd that he could do this to her with out her knowing him so well but he could. He made her feel untouchable and safe. Warm. Wonderful. "Everyone here is wonderful." she told him, looking up into his face and her smile becoming more real and less sad. "Very kind and welcoming."
Then her smile fell, "Only there is . . . .There is this one man, whom I had issue with tonight." She told him and pretended to look around for a moment before looking back at Arthur, "You see while I was walking around the room, and thinking of my husband--He ignore me all night, when I had hoped he would steal me sooner." Her smiled returned, brighter then before as her tease became evident. "Perhaps you would speak to him? So he will not repeat such a thing again?" The next time they could circle the room together.
She was watching them together and noticing how they did thing alike with out ever having been around each other. Such as chew very strongly, and the edges of both their eyes softened when they laughed with their opened. Little things that their son had inherited from his father rather then having learned from him. With time she knew there would be more learning from him.
"What was his first word?" Arthur asked and her heart beat a little harder. Talking of these moments would help him, but the reminder of how things were still hurt them both. "Most children speak the same words first. Dada." Father. "They know not what they say when they say it. I think his first word that he knew was cup. Or mine." Both were early words. "When they learn they learn so quickly. You have to watch what they hear or new words they heard from anyone could come out in the wrong moment." Not that Arthur cursed around her, but it was just something to say to fill the silence while Arthur fed Amaren.
"He get scared of things, and sounds easily. He tells me that he will carry me, but what he means is that he wants me to hold him. Children learn fears and bravery from their parents." The more she spoke the more it became less about filling the silence and more of a realization to her. "He needs you." To learn to be brave. "Not today, but soon we will need to think of how to handle this. For today, . . . . . " For today they should just enjoy these moments, for soon they would be at an end.
Guinevère watched Lancelot walk away and then closed her eyes to gain her composure. While she did not love Lancelot, he was a good man and a brave knight who selflessly fought for king and kingdom. She hated hurting him, but knew sometimes you had to be curl to be kind. He would never be able to move on, unless she made him let go.
Hearing Arthur's voice made her open her eyes and a bright but sad smile greeted him. "You do owe me this dance, I was waiting for you." She reminded him playfully, trying to bring up her own mood. She needed his arms around her, and his smiling giving her that hope. If she could find this so very expectantly, then surely anyone could and there was hope for Lancelot yet. Feeling that hope she dipped her head and stepped into Arthur's arms. "Dance with me, then take me to bed." For she wanted to be held.
Amaren took the bit that his father gave him and then bounced as he ate it and looked at his mother. He did not even seemed to remeber that he should be smug, as he only look pleased that he was here and playing while eatting when before his mother often tried to get him to not play with his foods. Something new often humored children, and she hoped that he stayed excited for it and not grew tired and fussy.
Amaren normally had a nap after lunch, and she was waiting for any sign of tiredness so she could help stop Arthur's first meeting from being anything but perfect. 'Again!' He yelled while trying to 'feed' his father again, but more food ended up everywhere but in Arthur's mouth. "Be easy, Amaren!" Guinevère softly reminded him, as she reached over to remove most of it from Amaren's grasp. "Try to help him learn to use a fork, he is trying." It was what Amaren was trying to do, and perhaps if Arthur helped him he could master the task sooner. Not today but over time.
Guinevère was waiting for Arthur to come find her, and she smiled when he heard heavy foots steps come and slow. Turning her head toward them, her smile slipped. "Sir Lancelot." She greeted softly, feeling the need to look toward her hand that were folded before her, out of the slight embarrassment of their last meeting where he saw her in a bit less then full dressed.
'My lady,' He greeted, before watching her for a moment. 'You looked as if you wished to dance. I thought to offer myself.' He kindly offered and she hoped that she could explain things without embarrassing them both further. "I fear I cannot dance with you, for I am waiting for my husband to join me." Forcing her eyes up to his she smiled applogticly before looking over to the people dancing still unable to hold his gaze.
'You cannot even look at me, Gwen? It was not always so.' This was the moment she had been putting off, but she wished that it had not happened now. Trying to appear as if this was just a friendly conversation she forced her eyes to him. "My father was unfair to you, and my heart hurts for the way you were treated in this deal. If there is anything that can be done to help you in any way, please just let me or Rosa know and we will try to help you." There was a strong 'however' in her tone, and she hoped her face looked apologetic.
"I cannot be Gwen to you any longer . . . . It would be unfair to us both and to my husband . . . . My life is with him now, and I am embraced it . . . more then embarrassed it, for I . . . " I love him. "My loyalty is with him, and I find my heart growing in my life here."
"I am sorry, but I will wait for my husband to claim this dance, as it belongs to him." He looked at her for a long moment, as she looked at him in return, before he bowed his head without removing his gaze from her, and then walking away.
Guinevère smiled at the ladies she spoke too, held conversation with the knights, and enjoyed her evening--though the whole night she was turning so her eyes could easily watch her husband. Seeing him speaking to others and charming the room the way he did with only his smile. He seemed to be the perfect host from where she was, and speaking with people about him she learned many though him a wonderful king. He was their champion and their king--and every soul in the room lifted toasts up in his name.
Pride was a wonderful things in small amounts, and her whole heart was filled with it. Earlier she had realized she loved him. Now, standing on the edge of the dancing area, purposefully not looking his way, she waited for him to come and claim her for their dance. Butterflies danced in her belly as she tried to think of how he would dance. Would be be graceful from years of practice? Or powerful and controlling from years of leading? Would he step smoothly from years of being light on his feet fighting, or come down hard and stomp as he attacking dancing like a battle?
Arthur promised to show her tonight and Guinevère felt her face heat with a blush. Her eyes stayed on his for a moment before they fell down over his jawline and neck, following down over his shoulder and chest before dropping to the little space between them. Her eyes then flew back up to his face with a bit of a deeper blush and wide eyed surprise.
She rarely looked at him and she was finding the need to see him growing rather deeply. "Then I shall count the moments until tonight and hope that you plan to retire quickly." For she longed for their time together. Newly married they might be, she was learning what things were like for a wife and she wanted to know more. Oddly, only the thought of him was able to bring out this side of her. "I should make my rounds until then. Find me for the last dance, save it for me. Then afterward we should pretend to go to the balcony." Instead retire to their chambers.
'I do it!' Amaren told Arthur after he had lifted him into his lap. Children had a way of sometimes opening up to strangers so completely and is surprised Guinevère. Yet she knew that if he grew tired or frightened then he would seek no other then her arms. She hoped that did not happen for in these moments Amaren could give Arthur more hope then Guinevère could.
Watching as their son used both hands to turn the fork and stab some of the meat on Arthur's plate before trying to lift it. The meat feel from the fork but Amaren tried again, and again. 'I do it!' He yelled even as no one was trying to take it from him any longer. When he finally got it on the fork, he turned to hold it up and sent it toward Arthur's mouth even as the bit was too large to fit. It fell before it reached Arthur's lips, landing on his shirt. It only made Amaren laugh.
Guinevère smiled unable to even pretend she was not enjoying their game and playing it well--at least she hoped she played it well. "My father's kingdom is to the north, and my night gowns are very suitable for that weather." She began, "Rosa can do some rather wondrous things when packing a truck for travel. I would not worry for space." Yet, now that she had her fun, she also knew that it was time to admit defeat.
"Unless you have alternative?" Another manner of keeping her warm and not packing night gowns nor blankets. With guards and Rosa not in the room. A room where they could be alone and together and the doors could be locked so no one could enter. "I am open to suggestions." Among other things.
Arthur stepped closer and spoke of her nightgowns confirming that they were indeed on the same thoughts and both thinking about the same things for their nights. Still, as punishment for his teasing her she was inclined to play the game he started for a few moments and let him see how it felt to be on the other side.
"Yet that will be a whole trunk or two that we will need to add to our journey for blankets are thick and take up space. Perhaps I should re-think my no-night gowns. If there would be nothing else to warm me, then I stall need something." She was only rather hoping however that it was HIM keeping her warm at night. Nothing else would do.
Watching Arthur seemly pick up on how to handle children--his son--made her heart swell. This was not some stranger nor refugee child that he paused to comfort for a few moments but his own flesh and blood that he now sweet talked into eating. That he was now tricking into eating as well.
She lifted her own and took a bite, while watching them. Amaren seemed to think Arthur was going to steal his food for his hands came down over it and then reached for Arthur's plate. 'Eat yous!' He demanded in his childish tone. Taking the whole top bread he lifted it up to Arthur, 'Rawr!' He said while trying to get Arthur to eat!
"Amaren! That bite is too big for him!" She told him, not in a 'your in trouble' tone but more 'amused and reminding' sort of way. 'I cut it! Dropping the bread on the table Amaren reached for a fork near by and tried to cut the bread, though only ended up mashing it. "Sorry," Guinevère told her, knowing that this was ruining part of his sandwich, and she reached for the fork but Amaren pulled it back, looking concerned and frightened she would take it from him. He dodged toward Arthur calling out with, 'Papa!' as he sought protection!
Again, Arthur seemed to misunderstand what she was wanting from him. Watching she tried to figure out what she was saying wrong and how better to hint to him that she wanted her HUSBAND by her side not . . . .
She only just noticed his lips as he drank, with the smallest hint of enjoyment there. Did he know what she wanted? Was he playing with her? Wanting her to come out and say it? Ask him to join her in their chambers instead of Rosa and men guarding the door!
Guinevère looked down for a moment before nodding her head, "Your right, that sounds rather safe for me, I shall sleep quite well unbothered, Thank you." She told him, though unlike him she had trouble keeping the little pleased smirk from her lips.
Guinevère saw Arthur look up at her and for a moment, she kept laughing. Then slowly the look on his face sobered her, in an almost painfully longing sort of way. She wanted to run to him, and holding and be happy . . .
But the knowlage of how happy they had been, and how suddenly he had left her and never once come looking for her broke her heart. It made her afraid for the next time someone reminded him she was but a servant, and for the the test they would face together or not. It would come.
She did not look away fro him, and she wasn't sure of her own expression toward him as her smile faded and everything she had been with holding--the fear, her own longings, and the loneliness she had lived with for years--came to her face.
Then Amaren saved her, braking their gaze and letting her mind clear in the time it took them to come to the tale. "I not hungry! Play! Play with me!" He protested as Arthur sat him down. "You can play again after you eat some. Growing boys need lots of food to make them taller and stronger." She told him, and watched as Amaren seemed to be watching 'Papa' to see if he ate. "There is small bites and after lunch you can play again."
"You're right," Arthur told her in agreement, and she felt her face light up with pleasure as she was pleased he agree with her. That had been rather easy! She had thought that surely--"I will be sure that there is an extra bed in your room so that Rosa--"Anything else he said faded a bit as she realized he had not understood her suggestion. Not at all. He was thinking of putting Rosa in her chambers. Had she not been clear?
Her smiled faded a little and seemed more forced as she took took a drink of her wine in order to give herself a moment to think of how to ask him, or suggest to him that he should--or could--retire with her at night. "You do not think that would be too much trouble?" She asked, looking up at him, "A guest room and a bed, and men on so many doors? Surely there might be a simpler way to keep safe and not trouble them so much?"
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