Sleepless Nights{Guinevère}

[Aliyaha]

A young blonde haired girl snapped awake, her eyes were wide with fright as she stared at the ceiling to the room that she was assigned to. It was nothing fancy like the nobles and the royals had but it was a room nonetheless and it was also a home for however long she choose to stay here. Aliyaha knew that she will always remain in the castle of Camelot doing whatever she needed to do for today. She wasn’t a kitchen maid or a stable hand or a personal maid servant or anything like that. She was just a servant. Aliyaha was born a servant and a servant she should remain until something happens. That thought was far off. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she slowly sat up. Her blue eyes sparkling with held back tears. She had been dreaming about being told her father had died fighting for the kingdom. It had been hard on the young girl as people always commented on the fact that she was a daddy’s girl. And it was true, Aliyaha thought somewhat rebelliously.

She was always trailing after her father when she wasn’t with her mother. Or when her mother was focusing more on the household chores that got done. She sighed again shaking her head as she slipped silently out of her bed. The one good thing about being in the castle was that you had gotten your own room, even though if it was in the servants’ quarters. It still held a ‘homey’ feeling and look to it. Glancing out the window Aliyaha was taken aback by the time. It was still late! Judging by the blackness of the night sky and the amount of twinkling stars it could have been late in the night an hour before midnight. She sighed softly to herself again as she forced herself up from her bed. She wouldn’t have the time to get to sleep now. Not when she would wake up around dawn and who knows how long that would be from now. She ran a hand through her hair, a little sleepily as she raised herself from the bed and yawned.

She made her way silently to the closet that held her dresses. They weren’t the dresses that she wanted them to be, but plain and sensible for a young girl of her rank. Not for the first time did she wish that she could wear the dresses that the nobles wore. The glamor and the decorations sewn on it and the feel of the skirts flapping around the ankles. Aliyaha sighed with envy as she changed into a light blue dress. Her blonde hair went up in a ponytail again as she turned and slipped out of her room quietly. The young girl was wide awake and she wasn’t planning to sleep any time soon. A small smile started to spread across her lips as she bounced through the hallway of the castle, something that was odd for a girl of her rank but she didn’t care. She supposed that a lot of servants did something like that one way or another. Lost in her thoughts, Aliyaha didn’t even hear footsteps that were coming her way.

Tag: Guinevère
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Set During: Season One, Episode Ten[/color]

[Guinevère]

It had been a long, and very surprising past few days. The emotional side of what all had happened had settled down finally but the physical side would take a few more days. Travel always made her feel as if she had just walked a thousand miles. Her whole body was just slightly sore from the days of travel, but Gwen would not have it any other way.

She'd stood by her best two friends and the prince while doing what she believed in her heart to be right. That alone meant more to her then any sore aches she might feel. Morgana and Merlin were her family, and she would do anything for them. She liked knowing she was able to help Merlin when he needed it, and that she was actually able to be helpful.

Then there was the prince.

Gwen was not sure what to think about the slight change in him toward her. Before they left on the journey he had always been distant and untouchable. Not cold toward her but it was crystal clear that he saw her as a servant and not really saw the person standing there. By the end of the trip however, he had not only taken time out of training the men to make sure she knew how to handle her self in battle but was looking at her as a person rather then as a nameless servant of Morgana's.

And she was growing to respect the man behind the title, and not just the spoiled prince who enjoyed bossing Merlin around just a bit to much.

Dressed in her red and white faded dress that had lasted her years, Gwen was heading out of Morgana's rooms and down to the lower areas of the citadel for her chores. She looked up down the hall and took notice of a younger servant coming her way. Having been away for almost a week and not having meet anyone new, Gwen paused so she could greet the newest edition. "Hello," She called out warmly.

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[Aliyaha]

Aliyaha was lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t hear another person speak. She jumped, a little startled as she raised her head to look at the other person wearily. It was a woman. The blonde haired girl didn’t speak for several minutes until she was sure that she was calmed down for the time being. “Hi,” she answered, somewhat timidly. Her cheeks turned crimson as she glanced down to the ground, her arms were linked behind her back. “S-sorry. I should have been more careful as to where I was going instead of looking around at everything and thinking to myself,” she slowly raised her head to look at the other woman shyly. Aliyaha tended to ramble when she was nervous and it was for her to shut up when she did. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she returned her gaze to the ground. “My name is Aliyaha Bennett. But most people call me Ali if that helps ma’am,” she said politely. Aliyaha had grown up learning to be politely to others no matter where they’re from. She shifted a little as she suddenly became interested in studying the floor tiles.

“I just transferred to the castle a couple of days ago,” Aliyaha continued, breaking the few seconds of the awkward silence that had spread between the two of them. “I’m still learning my way around the castle if it helps any,” her voice has grown smaller with every word as she flinched a little away from her, not sure as to why she was suddenly scared. The only people she had ever met the past couple of days ago was Brynn and the Prince Arthur. At the mention of his name she turned slightly crimson, remembering the little episode in the city. She had been foolish enough to said who she was in front of those two men. She was also scared out of her wits end. She sighed softly again as she slowly raised her head to glance at the other woman shyly. After the sudden deaths of both of her parents Aliyaha wasn’t the type of person that she was before. I suppose losing both of your parents in such a short amount of time would do that to a person, she thought with a soft shy smile. There was a sad look in her gaze. She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts as she frowned a little.

The blonde haired girl twisted her hands behind her back. She didn’t know why she was nervous. The woman in front of her sounded friendly. She bit down on the inside of her cheeks as an awkward silence started to fall between them again. Aliyaha was scrambling in the inside of her mind for a conversation starter and wasn’t so successful so far until a thought struck her and she glanced up at the other again. “How long have you lived in the castle ma’am?” Aliyaha wanted to know. Her face was lit up with a sudden curiosity.

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