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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 19:26:48 GMT -5
Guinevère was in a state of panic! She had left him alone not ten minutes before she had turned to try to find him but no one knew where he was! Oh this person or that person had said they'd seen him 'but a few moments ago' but no one knew where he was going! He was moving fast and she was wishing she had never left him! So what if it had hurt her heart! So what if his words were cruel! He needed her and she'd told him to go for a walk!? How foolish could she be!
At lest Gaius had some insights for her, for he seemed to know that sometimes head wounds could cause this sort of reaction in people. He said he would send Merlin for some herbs, and then look into some books for a sign of a cure. However he said that most time things would right it's self once the swelling went down or sometimes . . . . things never came back.
It was the first that gave her hope and the later that caused her fear. It was was she was running though the halls, in a very unladylike manner trying to find him. She'd ran to his father's doors and asked the guard there if he'd come by but they had said he had not. Then she hurried to his rooms, the training field, . . . . Morgana's former chambers, anywhere that Arthur of long ago would have sought out for comfort. All of them void of any sign of him! Where would he go?!
Guinevère stopped running down the hall and turned to look behind her. Would he go back to where it started, in hopes of tracing his steps backwards?! It was what most did when the lost something. She hurried back down the hall and took the steps near it hurrying to go that way. When she was about to turn down one hall, growing closer to the used area of the castle she hear a voice behind her, 'In a hurry?' Guinevère turned and looked behind her at the sound of the knight's voice. It was one of the few knights who did not approve of her.
"Yes--No. I am just looking for . . . something." She lied not wanting everyone to know about Arthur's memory until he was ready. 'Or are you meeting someone?' He asked seeming trying to ferret it out. "I am not!" She demeaned back, trying to remember she was not a servant at the moment. The other knights, out side the famous five she was nervous around. He did not stop but keep walking past, as if he simply wanted her aware that he knew she was up to something but he didn't care enough to actually follow her to find it out. 'My lady.' He every so subtly mocked her as her passed by. Guinevère stood there until he was fully gone and his foot steps had faded.
Then she hurried down the hall she was turning into and keep going, not realizing she was just passing by the man she had been looking for . . . .
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 19:52:41 GMT -5
Arthur raised his head when he approaching footsteps, which sounded like they were moving in a rush. Another wave of panic filled him. He could not deal with anyone else right no! He needed time to figure out what to do! The last thing he needed was --- OH! He recognized a voice! He could recognize that voice hands down. Sir Kolby. Arthur was tempted to get up and go to him for answers, but . . . it was Sir Kolby. He may give him hell more than the the others. That was not a good idea, so he decided to remain in his corner until he was gone. Wait . . . he was talking to someone. Who was the other person? Arthur too immediately recognized her voice; it was as unmistakable as Kolby's. After all, she had just yelled at him about an hour ago. Arthur found himself hoping that she would not leave as well. It seemed that she was one of the few people -- if not the only -- who was even remotely aware of his situation. He was no too proud to admit he needed help right now. If ever there was a time that Arthur wanted Kolby to shut up, it was now. He wanted to tell him just to let the woman be, and stop interrogating her so that she could help him! But when his inquiring drew to an end, two words were spoken that . . . yet again, shocked the prince. My Lady. When Arthur heard that phrase, being used towards Guinevère, he awkwardly shifted to the side, as if he was hit by an invisible ton of bricks. He was still on the ground, but was now sprawled a bit more. The only thing that had prevented him from being flat on his back upon hearing this news was the fact that his hands braced him, as he used them for support, leaning back. She was a lady . . . a noblewoman?! Where the HELL did that come from now! What was going on in this world! How could have two years changed EVERYTHING!
His mouth hung open, and his eyes wide, as his mind worked to process this information. It seemed that every corner he turned -- literally -- he was greeted with another piece of shocking information. Arthur was going to die of a heart attack if this kept up. How much worse would it be! When he saw her run by, he just stared at her for a few moments, his line of sight following her as she moved. Was she actually looking for him, or someone else? Who cares! He needed to confront her! And before she got too far down the hall. He quickly scrambled to his feet, stumbling to the side only because he had obscurely tried to raise himself in a frenzy. He finally managed to somewhat balance himself on his feet before speaking. "You're, a noblewoman?!" He exclaimed, out of pure shock, realizing that his tone may have been a bit too loud, and hoped that Kolby was already out of ear shot. The last thing he needed was to deal with that particular knights ridicules and intense mocking.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 20:06:00 GMT -5
Guinevère spun around at the outburst behind her and her one hand flew to her belly as if to hold down the butterflies! There he was! Finally! She took a few steps forward before his words finally made them selves known in her mind. "No." She answer but then, changed her mind. "Yes. . . . I don't know! Everything is every uncertain right now thought the kingdom. It's not been long since you---" Would he believe her now? "Since you've taken back the kingdom and started putting right the wrongs."
Everyone seemed to be on edge still and no one knew quite what everyone was. The knights were knights but were they nobles, or just knights. And her station--much less her job--were also very much on the edge of falling DEEPLY into one or the other slot. Was she still a commoner or was she his . . . . . something.
"I'm sorry. I should not have just left you like that. I have been looking for you everywhere!" She took a few more steps closer but felt hesitant to go closer. She didn't know what he had learned or where he'd been this past hour but he looked like he'd not been enjoying it. She wanted to ask if him he was alright! she wanted to hug him and hold him. She wanted to drag him to Gaius! But she knew he would accept nothing from her. Servant or Noblewoman or q-queen . . . . she was a stranger to him in more ways.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 20:15:34 GMT -5
Yes? No? Maybe so?! That was not helpful to him! He needed straight answers! He hoped to get them from her, since everyone else was just talking to him, assuming that he never everything of what was going! He just stared at her blankly, hoping the confusion continued to show through his expression. "How can you not know?!" He asked, not harshly but . . . really. How did one know if they were not nobility. "You either are, or are not," he stated bluntly, simplifying her answer -- or at least attempting to. Another question arose to him, for if Guinevère truly was a noblewoman, then someone else deserved to know -- if they did not already. "Does Morgana know that you are?" He asked. If she was a noble, then she could not work as a servant! Why had she been posing as one all these -- unless she did not know. OR what if she married a nobleman? Oh dear. That would have a horrible result! it It was impossible though. No knight would marry a servant. That would have been the talk of the kingdom for quite some time!
Somehow, this matter seemed to be more important than getting into the conversation of him taking back the kingdom. Had he somehow permitted servants to be nobles, commoners to be knights?! Nooo, that didn't make sense. While Arthur was an advocate of equality, there was a transition period!. Something would have had to really have happened to alter his views; to alter the very laws that was the foundation of this kingdom; that Camelot was built on! Plus, his father would not permit it. He would surely forbid such things from taking place. One thing at a time he reminded himself. First, he would focus on the confusion of Guinevère's status -- though he still could not understand how she could be confused over such a thing. Once that question was answered, once this issue was resolved, then he would get to the rest of it. He just knew that if he were to keep his sanity, he would have to find out the truth, piece by piece; one fragment at a time.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 20:26:19 GMT -5
How did she not know?! So many ways and in so many moments one thing or another would give her proof that she was and she wasn't! "I don't know because last week eve, I was a servant and this you were a prince. This week you are a king, and . . . . " And he loved her! Why did he not feel the same feelings? He always told her she was special and beautiful but this Arthur seemed to only be able to wrap his mind around her station in life!! "I have an elder brother. He was knighted in return for his serves to you. Fighting . . . . risking his life for you!"
She would not tell him he loved a servant! She could not stand to see the look on his face when he learned this. She was too afraid of how shocked and horrified he might look. His words of Morgana made her inhale sharply. He seemed to be more willing to believe in things but this next bit was going to test that. "I don't know. She might, thought no one knows for sure."
"Morgana was the trader, Arthur." She told him softly, going by one step at a time. She would tell him the rest when he wrapped his mind around that part. If he even did. She didn't know how he would react to that. Morgana had been her best friend--sister like--surely he would know this wasn't something she'd joke about. "When you defeated her army, she disappeared. No one knows were she ran too."
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 20:43:56 GMT -5
Ohh so that had been her brother. Wait! How was he able to serve at a knight? That still did not answer such a question of how commoners were moving up in the ranks. From her to a noblewoman, from her brother to a knight. How little sense this all made. He could not even knight Lancelot for having saved the kingdom! How had he knighted other men who had fought alongside him? How on earth did his father permit such an action? Well, he must have done it. For Arthur would not have held the authority . . . wait . . . that's right. He was the king. The details of that were still a bit shaky, but as Guinevère was willing to offer him answers, he hoped that soon enough the subject would fall on the condition of his father and Morgana ----
He had thought such things too soon.
"Morgana was the traitor." No. Arthur had not once felt the shock over everything but this revelation had topped it all off. This couldn't be. No. How . . . No. Not Morgana. Not a woman who he had called his sister. Not someone who he had shared such a close relationship with. Had all that much changed in two years? How could her loyalties have shifted all of a sudden? One moment she was risking her life to save Merlin's village . . . No. This could not be. He shook his head, unable to look at her as the anger filled in him over her accusing Morgana of such a thing. Though in reality, the anger was caused by the denial. Had he been able to accept this, he would have realized how much sense it made. That no one wished to talk about her. That her room was vacant. That it was enough to cause the king such emotional turmoil. But no. Right now, Arthur could not accept it.
"No." His voice was stern. Flat. Had a strong sense of finality as if the matter was not up for discussion. As if what Guinevère had said was just completely unthinkable. He looked away from her, taking a few steps back, bracing his balance as it felt like he had just gotten hit with another invisible ton of breaks; though this load was much larger than the last. "You're wrong," he said, his voice slowly building in anger. This could not be right. Morgana was a woman so dear to is heart. Like a sister to him. She would not do this. She cared for everyone here; she was loyal to Camelot. She would not do such a thing! How dare Guinevère accuse her of this crime! "That is not true!" He added . . . as if trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince her.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 20:56:43 GMT -5
No? It wasn't true!? "You have no idea how many times I have wished and prayed that it were not so! She was my best friend!! She was the one person I could run to and knew everything about me and never made me feel judged!" Merlin as well but Morgana had been there since her youth! "Discovering she wanted me harm! That she tired to kill you! . . . . . . She wasn't Morgana anymore! She was someone else. Bitter over---" Being an hidden daughter with the one thing the king hated most. Magic.
"Don't tell me it's not true. You were away! You didn't live under her rule! She killed innocent people! She claimed to hate Uther so much but she was worst then he was while trying to break the people under her thumb! I lived it! I watched the one woman who I thought would always defend the people be the one person they feared the most!" Guinevère's hurt and angry tone broke as tears came at the memory of watching everyone be shot in the square and at Morgana calling it 'challenges she faced'!
Guinevère turned away from him as she wiped off her cheeks and tired to hold back the tears and the memory of the fear and hurt she felt over Morgana's coldness. Morgana was no better then her father now to Guinevère! Uther had killed her father but he at lest pretended to have cause and reason. Morgana did it to play! To hurt others!
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 21:14:24 GMT -5
This was too much. Arthur's mind could not process all she was saying. But the emotion in Guinevère's voice was difficult . . . no, impossible to ignore. She was not making this up, no matter how much Arthur wished that she was. She had, killed people? Taken over Camelot? Betrayed them? Where was the women he knew? The woman that he loved? The one who he would provoke, and the one who would punch him in return. The one who he would bicker at feasts with, and the one who he would console when upset. The one that he confided in, and the one who always supported him. Where was this woman. What had she become. A cruel, cold killer? A murderer? Where had he been. Why could he not convince her to return to them rather than become an entirely different woman. Arthur could not handle this. He could have sworn his heart skipped a few beats out of shock . . . out of agonizing pain over learning of this betrayal from a woman he held so dear to his heart.
Arthur still looked away, but this time more restlessly. He held his hand out, closing his eyes as his mind nor his heart wanted to accept this information. "Stop, just please . . . " But he lost the breath to speak, and it just came out as exasperated words. Breathlessly spoken, as if he had been winded. His softly spoken words strained him, for to speak would be to acknowledge that all she was saying was true. "Please," he begged once more, in the same way his previous words were spoken. Arthur did not know how to handle this information. He once again leaned against the wall for support, crumpling down tot he ground as he regained his former position: knees propped up, elbows positioned on them, and his head in his hands. Only this time, tears began to sting his eyes. He could not cry. Not in front of her, nor anyone. But nor could he control these emotions that overwhelmed too much. He wanted to wake up from his horrible dream. He wanted to go back to that ride back from Ealdor, where the four of them were joking with one another, celebrating in a victory. Where had those days gone. What alternate world had he entered.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 21:27:53 GMT -5
Guinevère looked back over at her shoulder when he begged her to stop and watched broken heartedly as he sank to the cold floor and tired to take in everything she said. She wanted to run to him and kneel between his knees while wrapping her arms around him to both protect him and comfort him but she knew that it would not be welcome. Instead she walked slowly up to him and stood looking down at him for a moment before she could no longer ignore it.
She knew he's push her away, she could not just do nothing. Dropping to her knee's beside him, yet facing him still she put her hands over his and gave them a soft squeeze. "I'm sorry. I did it again. I seem to forget you know nothing of the last three years. That there is so much to take in." She didn't want to tell him more! She didn't want there to be more to have to tell him! She wanted to be able to take the blame and tell him it was all a lie! She wished with every breath that he could just think her a lier and everything would be alright!
She looked down at her pink dress, next to his red shirt and thought that alone was proof enough at how much things had chanced. Three years ago she had not even finished that first dress. The purple one, that was slightly too pretty for a maid but that she had worn anyhow. He'd given her the purple fabric as a thank you for helping him before they had even begun a friendship. Now she was in a soft pink, and a style was bolder then servants should have been allowed to wear. They'd come SO far in the last three years, and he did not know any of it. Their first kiss, their secret suppers, smiles from afar, and laughs. . . . . their nights together . . . .
"Maybe this is why you forgot." She whispered, "Maybe it was all too much."
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 22:24:45 GMT -5
This time, he did not pull away from her touch. This time, he found it comforting rather than imposing. He felt too devastated to worry about a servant's touch, for it was clear that her intentions were only to comfort him in this moment. While it did not explain just how how much had touched him before, it was not a rejected embrace this time. This time, he found that having a friend -- somewhat -- was a good thing. Especially upon finding out all this information. It did not make the emotional transition any easier. He had lost Morgana. Lost her completely. Or, was there still hope? No. Guinevère was her best friend and even she had seemed to move that possibility of saving Morgana. Of finding a way to convince her to return to them. Her loyalty was to someone else . . . and that was just so painful to recognize. His father, and even he, had cared for Morgana for so long. For so many years. They were practically raised together. What could have possibly happened in two years to trivialize all those years of being together?
He looked up, not at her, but just blankly in front of him. "I would not have wanted to relive this," he told her in a soft voice when she spoke about the possibility of that being why he had lost his memory. Some sort of high level of stress? No. How could he have forgotten so many important things? It didn't make sense. "Why can't I remember anything," he said in a low, helpless tone, knowing that she probably did not know the answer. He wanted to -- he needed to -- remember all that had happened for he was missing life changing events and he did not want to go through that entire emotional process again. Even if he couldn't remember it happening the first time, he doubted he would have taken well to seeing Morgana's betrayal. "Is that why my father is, the way he is?" He questioned, needing to know that as well so that he could properly understand why he was king. Why this position had been granted to him. Why his father was apparently too weak to rule.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 22:37:51 GMT -5
She noticed that he did not pull away from her and she wondered if it was because he was to upset over her words to pull away or if it was because he thought she was a noble woman now. Guinevère believed it was the former rather then the later. Arthur had not been that much of a jerk, even back when he was nothing but a bully. She wanted to brush his hair back so she could see his face better but did not want to push him.
"Yes," She whispered, "He was here when the army came. Morgana made his witness her crowning and then had him taken to the cells below. He spend most the week there, and they . . . " Were at odds often. When Uther attempted escape he had been beaten. Still, he was alive when Arthur found him. "A week into Morgana's rule, Sir Leon escaped and went to find you. A few days later you and five men slipped into the castle, in effort to get him out. I don't know how you managed to do it, but you won back the kingdom, and defeated an immortal army with five men. My brother one of them. Merlin would make six, since he went in with you."
"Your father went thought allot that week. He seemed to be in a state of shock." She gave his hand another strong, comforting hug with her own. "That was about a week ago, he is still recovering. Then kingdom was in chaos and needed a king however, and you brought them hope!" She wanted him to know the good as well as the bad. "It will take time but they are looking to you, and have not lost faith in you as their leader." As they were loosing it in his father.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 22:54:54 GMT -5
He listened quietly was she proceeded to reveal the events. How had so much happened, so little to his knowledge. What was the trickery here, that he had done all that in a sort of daze, or was it now when he could not remember any of it? At least he recognized Leon's name. But even such a small blessing was overshadowed by the cold truth of Morgana's actions. It did not make sense. This thought would be the prevailing one until he was able to gain his memory back. She spoke of so many things, and yet none of them connected. Well, they technically did but they just seemed so impossible in his mind. As if the truth could not be for it was too painful to ever consider. Bu it had happened. According to her, it had happened. He had moved past the thoughts of Guinevère having a mental affliction, for no person was so cruel as to make up such things. Then again, just before hearing this if anyone had asked him, he would have not thought that Morgana had such cruelty in her either.
He didn't even know where to begin.
There were so many things in what she said that he wished to address; that he wished to find out more information about. He would have to start with one of the more alarming things . . . how had this happened. What had legitimized Morgana's rule. Had she just crowned herself because she temporarily overthrew the king. Yes. That must be it. What other possible explanation could there be? Yet, something within him compelled him to further question this fact. He was afraid to hear the truth, to hear the extent of what she had done. For even though her actions were appalling, and horrid to hear . . . Arthur feared that it would only get worse. "She is not entitled to the throne. How, could she have done this." Apart from meaning it in a rhetorical sense, he also meant it in terms of technicalities. Why hadn't the other kingdoms intervened? Surely their allies would have tried to help? Even if their enemies were an immortal army. Little did he know the truth about this situation.
"How could all this have happened," he questioned, again, not expecting her to answer but feeling the need to voice his frustrations and disbelief in admitting that he could not remember a single moment of any of this. She spoke of faith; faith that the people held in them. About hope that he brought the people. About . . . well, he still didn't quite understand how her brother had become a knight, but he would get into more detail about that later. Did he knight them as a reward? For helping save Camelot? "I can not be king," he said suddenly, only a little surprised by his unplanned decision. How could he possibly be king when he was in this state of confusion?! "I need to speak to my father . . . he, needs to regain his position." Arthur lacked the confidence in his abilities. He had just recently been crowned Prince of Camelot, he was certainly not ready to be king! How could the people have so much faith and hope in a man who was so inexperienced to lead an entire kingdom?! These thoughts began to fill him with panic once again, as did the looming thought of Morgana.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 23:07:24 GMT -5
Guinevère did NOT want to be the one to tell him about Morgana, but she knew that he needed to know. She even less wanted to tell him his father's part in all this but he needed to understand that at least for the moment the people had lost faith in the former king whom lied to them about his daughter and apparently raised her to over power him. They were just gaining faith in Arthur, and seeming to put trust in him to lead. He could not be looking to try to put his father on the throne again.
"There is much to say, and many questions you must have. The hall way is not the place to have this conversation." She told him softly, "We should go somewhere were others are not likely to over hear and then I will answer any question you care to ask." There was one thing she had to make clear first, "I talked to Gaius before going to try to find you. He said that in a few hours the swelling would go down and you could gain your memory back all at once or it could start to slowly come back to you. He also said that if it does not he knows some herbs to try to help you along. Merlin is out to fetch them now." She did not tell him that Gaius had also said sometimes it never came back.
"We should get you to your room or back to your mother's room were we can speak freely." Maybe in a familiar setting he would feel more at ease. Though she didn't know if either place would make him feel more at ease right now. This Arthur of years past might not want the comfort of his mother's memory with her there, and his room was . . . a little bit different. She had hoped to keep his cheerful in the past few days and often took to filling his room with brighter things such as flowers on his table all the time.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 23:23:10 GMT -5
That much was true. As desperate -- and afraid -- as he was to gain answers, this was not the place to be having this conversation. He did not want anyone else to see him in this state . . . in this condition. He needed to be somewhere more private. At least she took some initiative and talked to Gaius about finding a remedy to . . . whatever it was that he had. If there was anyone who could help heal from this horrible . . . whatever it was, then it was the court physician, whom Arthur trusted with his life. He was not sure he liked the idea of having to wait a few hours, but thankfully . . . it was night. There would hopefully not be too many people around to notice that he was not exactly in the best state of mind right now. Only Guinevère, and now Gaius and Merlin. Had Morgana . . . no. He could not dwell on that right now, though he doubted he would be able to forget it for the next few hours. Hopefully, once his memory returned, so would the progress he had made in regards to coming to terms with her betrayal. Even though it was only a week ago, he surely would be handling it better than he was now.
He gave a short nod, and slowly raised himself to his feet, in indication that he was ready to move from the hallway. He was not about to go back to his mother's room. He still considered the area far too personal, and while he still didn't understand what Guinevère had been doing in there with him in the first place, it was not be a room where he felt comfortable sitting in with her. "We'll go to my chambers," he said, already finding that odd enough to say. Guinevère, and him, alone in his chambers. While she seemed to be completely comfortable enough to touch him and such, he wondered if that was too inappropriate. "If that is suitable to you?" He added, just making sure that such a place would not make her feel awkward. He himself may feel a bit awkward about it, but what choice did they have. It was better than going somewhere totally secluded, like her house. If he was caught there, then who knows what people would say! He waited for her to answer before setting off in any direction; anywhere that did not lead them back to his mother's storage area.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 10, 2011 23:37:47 GMT -5
Guinevère stayed on the floor and looked up at him for a few moments, while he asked if that was alright. She smiled softly, to hide anything that might give away just how comfortable the idea was to her and pushed off of the ground to stand up on her own. "Don't worry about me." However, "As I am not . . . . completely a servant right now, and----" And she was known to some as his . . . . . something . . . .
"Well, it's just that----There is a man in my life right now, and it would not do for someone to see me entering your room in the dead of night." And as a not-quite servant or noble woman or whatever she was at the moment, people tended to notice her more then a servant that was over looked. She did not want them noticing she spent allot of time with Arthur in his room. While they knew there was nothing improper going on, others would not believe them. "I don't want to dishonor that for him, so I will meet you there."
She touched his arm as she passed by him in a comforting touch and walked down the hall the way she had come. She however, turned down a smaller hall right after that and began to take the servant's steps to head to his room. She had gained a few moments to think of how to tell him about his 'sister' and father. She just had to hope Gaius found a cure quickly . . . .
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 10, 2011 23:51:08 GMT -5
A man in her life? Who would that be? Oh, maybe it was Merlin. Look at that; the two of them finally worked things out. He had always thought that Merlin had feelings for Guinevère but he had not been sure if those feelings were reciprocated. Strange how he remembered the oddest small things, but not the large life changing things. Either way he could respect Guinevère's desire to honor him, and protect her reputation. She was a noblewoman after all -- as difficult as that still was for Arthur to believe. He had never known her as anything but a servant. Though in Ealdor, he had slowly begun to see her as -- dare he say it -- a friend. He watched her walk off, and then proceeded to his room, hoping she would not take too long to join in his company for he was very anxious to hear more. At least this way,he would have time to mentally prepare, though it seemed that no amount of preparation could ease the revelations that she was making known to him. Revelations that had already come to exist as the past, yet to him they were the present.
He made his way to his chambers, considering passing by Morgana's but mentally willed himself against it. Instead, he just went straight to his room, even fighting the urge to visit his father. It was late and he would probably be resting right now. Besides, if this did wear off in a few hours, then there was no need to panic him for no reason when it would vanish on its own. Hopefully! When Arthur got to his chambers, he unlocked the door, stepping inside, and glad to be in a familiar setting. Yet, there were still things a bit out of the ordinary. The vase of flowers siting on his bed side table for instance. How the hell did flowers get in here? He never put flowers in his room. Interesting. As he stepped further inside, closing the door behind him, he started to notice a couple more things out of place. for instance, his sword which he usually kept under his bed was not there. Instead, there was something strange on top of his bed: a woman's shawl. He picked it up, raising an eyebrow from sheer curiosity at who's this could be.
Was there a woman in his life? This certainly did not look like Morgana's shawl and if she had been gone for a week, it would have been removed by now. Did he have a significant other in his life? He looked at his hand just to make sure there was no wedding band there for it was not something that he had ever thought to notice. At least that possibility was eliminated, though it did not answer his question as to who the owner of his shawl was. So he just stood there, holding the piece of cloth, mentally compiling a list of possible women -- ones that he remembered -- who this shawl could have belonged to.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 11, 2011 0:06:45 GMT -5
Guinevère walked the servant's hall as she hurried to get to his room. She arrived just moments after he had and paused as she turned into his room from the opened servant's entrance. He was standing by his bed with her shawl in his hands. It was one made of shear white color to match the off white dress she sometimes wore. Another gift from him. Was he remembering it? Was he thinking of her while he touched it and looked so deep in thought.
Guinevère found her self smiling and stepping closer, hope filling her. She bit her lip and waited for him to notice her. She had done many things to his room in the past few days. Never wanting him to loos hope or feel alone she had made sure there were flowers beside his bed and on his table. In a way she was also preparing to move in here, when she became his wife, but that was not something she was thinking about as she came in here more and more often. Her shawl was just one of the few things she had left in here at some point or another, for she could see one of her hair combs by the bed as well, slightly hidden under the faint shadows of the . . . forget me not flowers . . . . she had put by his bed.
She paused by his table and watched him, wondering if he would look at her and this be the moment. Wondering if he would take her in his arms and they could laugh at how he'd forgotten her. Would the little pieces of her that she'd left in his life be what brought him back to her? "Arthur?" She spoke his name softly and in hope . . . . .
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 11, 2011 0:23:06 GMT -5
He didn't look at her when she entered, but more so noticed her from the corner of his eye. He stood there, trying to delve into what little memory he had in hopes of determining who this shawl belonged to. When she spoke his name, so casually as if she never used his title, Arthur turned to look at her. There was something about the way she said his name . . . something that he could not quite place. Whatever it was, he had never -- to his knowledge -- heard her use that sort of tone with him before. It lacked any sort of formality, and held far more, sentiment? Was that the word? He had no idea. Perhaps she was just showing him compassion for she understood how difficult this was for him. How frustrating it was not to remember pieces of his past. He did not read too far into the way she spoke to him. For whoever she was, servant or noblewoman, she was only just barley a friend.
He took a couple of steps towards her, holding the shawl slightly out in front of him, only so that she could see how it looked, for maybe she would be able to place the owner of it. For whoever did own it, was obviously someone he spend quite a deal of time with . . . someone he met in the privacy of his room. Someone that he therefore, shared intimate moments with. He needed to know who that was. "Do you know who this shawl belongs to?" He asked curiously, as he broke his gaze from her, back to the fabric. "Is it Lady Sophia's?" He questioned, remembering her. Remembering how infatuated he had been with her. He had shared time along in a chamber with that particular noblewoman . . . had she returned? "Or Lady Sasha's?" He further asked. Another woman that she had shared intimacy with, from their kiss in the forest, to moments where he consoled her in the middle of the night. It was also very possible that it could be hers, for they too were in each others rooms in private.
"Or maybe it belongs to the Lady Eliza?" He added to the list of possibles. He remembered her and how it had really been lust that drove them to one another. Of course nothing exceeded that, but she was very attractive. "Perhaps Lady Luciana, or Lady Aliena? Maybe Lady Marian?" Lady Marian he recalled spending the night at her family's estate, and the other two women were childhood friends of his. While he could not remember sharing any romantic moments with them, who knows what could be possible. If Morgana was a traitor -- to put it bluntly -- and Guinevère was a noblewoman . . . then really, anything was possible. More and more women's names entered his mind of who it could be, but he stopped there, waiting to hear her reaction; waiting to hear if any of these women were the potential owners of this article.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 11, 2011 0:34:49 GMT -5
Guinevère watched him walk closer to her, holding out her shawl. Was he going to put it on her, and smile at her like . . . . . . Lady who?! It took a moment for Guinevère's mind to fully recall who Sophia was for it had been three years ago. Then he keep going! As if a servant did not even cross his mind!! Guinevère felt the tip of her noise tingle as her eyes started to gather water but not spill out. She just watched him for a moment, then she walked past him to go over to the window. She pretend to be thinking as she took deep breaths.
Finally she turned to look at him, "I think it is best that I do not tell you everything about your life. Maybe in trying to find the answers your self it will help you remember some things. I will give you major parts, and if by tomorrow your mind as not returned to you then I will give you the rest. For tonight, I can not give you what you want. Though if you do not remember your love then it tells me just how far your memory loss has gone back."
"You did not tell me earlier, but perhaps you can now. What is the last thing you remember? If you can tell me that I can try to help you recall what I can." She wanted to run to Merlin and hug him. She wanted someone to stand by her and help her get though this night, but she knew the only real person she wanted to run to . . . didn't have a clue who she was to him.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 11, 2011 0:51:36 GMT -5
Where was she going? She wasn't leaving was she? He needed her help! Oh. She was just moving to the window for, whatever reason. She didn't seem upset, but Arthur quickly thought about his words to make sure. Nope! Nothing there that would have the potential to upset her, or make her slap him . . . again. As the womens names processed in his mind, and more and more potentials, she spoke about withholding information for him. Arthur was too opposed to the idea to recognize any logic in it. He did pick up on the word 'love' though and this immediately confirmed his suspicions that there was indeed a woman that he loved, out there . . . somewhere. He had to know who it was! What if she was expecting him? He had to explain his situation to her so that she would not hate him or think ill of him. Was Guinevère truly not going to reveal the identity of this woman?! She had to! He would convince her to.
He ignored her question -- that she asked quite a few times now, and he had managed to ignore it each and every time. "My love?" He asked, just to be sure, refocusing the subject of conversation on to that topic. "Come on now, you can not really keep that information from me," he said, urging her to tell him. "There is a poor woman out there who may be waiting for me, who has no idea that I don't remember who she is, who deserves to know the truth." As previously established, he knew that Guinevère was a compassionate woman so if she would not tell him the name of this woman for his sake, then surely she would tell him for the woman's sake. "It clearly falls into the category of a major part of my life." Arthur did not even know what the feeling of being in love was like. Last he remembered, he was carefree and acted more based on lust rather than true love. "How would you feel if the man in your life had no idea who you were?" He would try for empathy now; asking her to put herself in that woman's shoes, and if the man -- whomever he was, probably Merlin -- didn't know who she was, wouldn't she want to know the truth about his situation?
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