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Post by Guinevère on Apr 16, 2011 19:31:52 GMT -5
"You have told me too many wonderful things for me to be disappointed." "And that fault was my own, and not yours. Everything I tell you tonight, Arthur comes from my views and my opinions. I spoke of her actions in different events and settings but with out those to define her she is anything but built up. She was nothing special to you before, and learning her name now would do nothing." "You mean to say, that I already knew her at the time?" "Yes, for years before where memory stops. You were not friends then, you were not anything. The few words spoken between you were ones of necessity."
Sometimes there had not even been words between them. Such as the early moments in Merlin's home where she would speak to him and he would reply to Morgana as if she was not event here. How far they'd come. To the servant and prince whom were not allowed to speak to each other to . . . . the servant and king who were . . . . .
It wasn't easy at the moment to think of how far they'd come when she didn't know quite where she would be ending up in this moment. She did not doubt that her Arthur would one day want marriage but times were uncertain and now this would effect them. Even if he grew to love her again, it would time time for them to relearn each other. "Please, give it till dawn. Learn more about your life and get a better understanding of why you are were you are before you learn of girls that you would only look twice at because I told you that you have. Please, Arthur. Give me till dawn to open your eyes to how things have changed first. Then I swear to you I will give you the name, should you not already know it in your heart."
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 16, 2011 20:39:55 GMT -5
Her words seemed to suggest that she was regretting having told him all the things about this woman that she had. Arthur certainly did not regret hearing it. To listen to her explain all the strong relationships, and friendships he had developed over the years was incredible. So many things have changed, both for the better and the worse. He was holding on to the good things for it was the only way he was going to cope with the bad. If he loved this woman, then she could give him that comfort that he needed . . . the way Guinevère did. "Clearly, she is something to me now." He could not justify why he had not recognized her before -- and it seemed that Guinevère did not expect him too -- but all he could do was focus on the present; focus on what few things he needed to familiarize himself with. She would be one of them. And what better way than to spend the night talking with her.
"If I am to learn about my life, then should I not learn about her as well?" Arthur was not prepared to let this go. Even if she pleaded with him. He had never been in love -- to his knowledge -- until apparently he had fallen in love with this woman. "You have given details about everyone else." Gwaine, Percival, Elyan . . . everyone! "Why not her." Guinevère would tell him things in context of the conversation, such as explaining how he had gotten a scar, or how an enchantment had been broken . . . but she still had not yet provided him with the details of how they met -- or circumstances that led them to have fallen in love since he had apparently already known her. She had not even given him the slightest inkling of what she looked like. Only that she would somehow not be what he expected. It was frustrating for him to supposedly be in loved with this woman, yet not have the slightest idea as to what her identity is. Even with the hunts she provided him with, it was not enough. It could eliminate some possibilities, but it was not even close to narrowing things down.
"Learning her name now would do something," he argued, disbelieving her insistence that her name would not help in any way. "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." Arthur did not mean for his words to sound cold, though even in his attempt to soften them, the content was not the best, yet, he stood by them. If he loved her, then he would know her well. If she loved him, then she would be willing to help him piece things together. Maybe he should be trying to find out the details of his life, with a woman who knew him extremely well. It was clear that Guinevère knew him, and understood him, yet at the same time, she was not the woman he loved. She was not the woman he had that deep connection with -- though for some strange, inexplicable reason, he did feel connected to her. It was probably just a part of the strong friendship they had developed over time. Either way, he wanted to see her and find out as much as he could about who he was . . . from her.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 16, 2011 21:07:20 GMT -5
"Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." Guinevère stared at him with wide eyes for a moment trying to wrap around her mind around the last words he had said. She opened her lips to try to come back with an angry retort but they just hung there a few seconds before slowly shutting them. "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." He did not even have a clue that she was sitting here! A foot from him! Waiting for him! She had thought . . . . his words from a moment ago . . . . . they had given her hope but . . . . Now it seemed so false and as if she had miss read into them. "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." He truly had no idea that he could love! She had asked! moments ago she had asked him if there was anyone who had stood out. Anyone who'd given him comfort or peace! He'd look right at her while thinking of another woman! "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." and her heart broke with such simple words.
Guinevère slowly stood up and walked back around the table feeling as if she were in a daze. She went back to where she had been folding his shirts and looked down at them. "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." She spun around, this time with purpose and walked quickly back over to him! "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." "You have no idea, do you?! You have no idea who she is! There is no one in your mind who could possibly be worthy of one day being your wife! Your queen! Admit that to me!" Because her heart was already broken. "Look into my eyes Arthur Pendragon and tell me them words! Because if you even had a clue then you----" It wasn't fair to say these things to him! She was servant to him! "Perhaps I should be having this conversation with her instead." A servant and no one special. Not yet. Not until she started yelling at him and pushing him down to safe his life. Maybe he'd hit his head hard enough that day that is changed him or maybe it was her who'd changed. Either way, something had happened.
"No." She told him calmer. "Don't tell me the words." It would be too much. "Instead ask you self these questions. Ask your self why you've not married her yet. Ask your self what's stopped you from being ask bold as a man in love could have been? The answer why I can't give you a name yet is there. You were a prince of realm and the world was at your feet. You could have had anything you wanted. Ask your self why not her. When you can answer me that, then we will talk about names." Guinevère told him before turning slowly from him to walk back and pick up another shirt. It wasn't odd that he had so many dirty ones. Over the last week they'd all worked hard and the daily wash wasn't too high on the list of to do things while there was still other clean clothing to wear. Besides, she could not look at him.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 16, 2011 21:53:17 GMT -5
Oh. Good. Gosh. She was yelling yet again! Was she always like this?! Constantly yelling at him? One moment she was all warm, comforting, reassuring, and now . . . she was lashing out at him! She talked too much and yet she was saying nothing that he had wanted to know. His eyes followed her as she went back to picking up his clothes. For a moment he thought she was leaving -- her only way to avoid slapping him again. He then felt that temporary feeling of being torn; whether he should follow her or let her leave. Whether she should keep pressing for answers right away, or let them each have a breather. After all, this time she had not insulted his father . . . she was just withholding vital -- yes vital -- information from him. But all these possible reactions vanished when he realized that she was not in fact leaving. She was cleaning his room! For once, Arthur did not want his room to be cleaned! He wanted answers! Not more bloody questions!
"Why are you getting so upset?!" he questioned. His voice was not raised, but it was evident of the annoyance he felt as well as sheer curiosity as to why she was yelling at him about this. Its not like she was upset when he could not remember Morgana's betrayal, or about his father, or about the other knights, or even about him nearly killed her when she woke him up! So why was she getting angry about this now! "You didn't care so much when I couldn't remember Gwaine, or even Elyan!" -- Her own BROTHER! -- "Why are you taking this so personally?!" He would have thought that him not remember that her father had died, or that he had knighted her brother would have been more cause for her to get angry. But it didn't seem she was half as angry about those things, or anything else he failed to remember, than she was about his failure to remember the woman he loved.
He opened his mouth to speak again when she demanded it, but was immediately silenced when she told him not to speak. Looked like she was not quite done yelling yet, though her tone had become more calm. Instead, she threw out more questions his way, ones that he began to ponder about. Why hadn't he married her yet? What was stopping him? He was indeed a prince! If he could knight commoners, and overrule his father . . . then why could he not marry a woman that he had loved for three years? He had had enough of all these series of unanswered questions, both from her and from him. Arthur rose from his seat and walked over to her. He stood in front of her, between her and the pile of clothes that she insisted on folding, kicking a few of them back without looking so that he was not standing on any of them. He then grabbed the shirt that she was about to fold from her hands. He slightly hunched over so that they were on the same eye level -- so that she would be forced to look directly at him unless of course she walked away again. Until then, he was limiting all of her distractions.
"You tell me," he stated in a firm voice. He wanted answers to all the questions she had presented to him, but hadn't the slightest idea to what they were. "Tell me why I could not marry her; why a man as bold as myself does not have a wife." He was frustrated with all of these ways they were dancing around the subject. Why could she just not flat out tell him?! "Since you seem to know so much, you tell me Guinevère." She asked him all those questions, knowing he could not possibly have the answers. She on the other hand, did have them. And he wanted to know them. He was done waiting until dawn. He was going on the assumption that his memory would not return; and that he should be spending the night with the woman he loved, and not with a woman who's man did not even know she was here!
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 16, 2011 22:10:51 GMT -5
When he stood up her shoulders went ridged but she did not look his way. Even when he moved the clothing from her reached and took it away from her, she did not look up at him. So he came to her level and left her no choice. She looked into his blue eyes and for a moment thought about grabbing him by the labels and pulling him over to a kiss but his arrogance stopped her. He was ordering her about! Like they were just servant and master! "In every way you hold my every loyalty. But just because your are my king does not mean I have to do everything you tell me too." It sort of did but, in this she would not bend.
"I am going to walk out of this room now. When you can come to me as a man who needs a friend and not order me as a king then I will be at my home." She knew that he would know where that was. "A good king should respect his people. Even if I am only a servant to you, I've earned more then arrogant demands and hurtful words."
"Think on what I asked you to. Seek out your knights. Find who you are! Maybe along the way . . . you'll find your memory." Her words were heated but calmer then anger, as if it was just lying in wait for it to show up again. "Maybe if you follow your heart, you'll find her too." With that she reached up to touch his face for a half of a half second before turning to hurry to the room, just needing to escape him.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 16, 2011 22:32:36 GMT -5
Arthur had noticed that she changed the subject -- yet again. It always seemed to change right when he was asking a very direct question that called for a very straight answer; especially pertaining to this very subject. She had avoided his question as to why she cared so much; she had avoided his question as to why she took this so personally; and she had avoided his question as to who this woman was and the reasons that he was not with her in the way that a man and woman who loved each other should be: married. She was expecting him to walk around, going on the possibility and hope that his memory would magically, somehow return to him. He did not believe that was possible. He could not remember the other huge moments in his life . . . he doubted this one revelation was going to come to him so suddenly. No. He needed her to tell him. While he had agreed that it was wise to be honest with the others about his memory loss, he wasn't sure he was ready to tell them that he could not remember anything. She was the only one who knew at this point, and he wanted it to remain that way until he could fill in as many blanks as he could, or she could rather.
It was then that he knew he could not just let her leave. She was right. Even if he did not remember that they were friends, she had proven to him thus far that she was nothing but loyal. And that she had indeed earned more than his harsh commands. When she moved to leave, Arthur moved forward a bit, gently taking hold of her arm to stop her from leaving. "Guinevère, there are some things I am terrible at," he began to say. It was his way of acknowledging his mistakes. He slowly moved her slightly closer, but not too close as to invade her personal space, for it seemed that it was something she -- and he -- needed right now. He was terrible at expressing his gratitude. He was terrible at remaining patient when he felt so desperate to find out the answer. he was not quite finished with asking her about it, but he felt the need to be honest with her first; to accept that he had been wrong in the way he demanded answers from her. She was being patient with him, and he needed to be patient with her. Maybe it would b easier for him to go and find someone else who knew the answer, but as he decided before, he was not quite sure he was ready to let other people know. Other people . . . except for maybe the woman he loved.
"Especially knowing what to say . . . to someone, I care about." The words had come out on their own but they were spoken with the utmost sincerity and his expression softened from the one that went along with his demanding questioning to . . . one that he could not quite describe to himself. Subconsciously, he was pulling her a little bit closer towards him, as if to ensure that she would not quickly turn to leave again. He felt those same emotions he had felt earlier. Only this time, she was not comforting him in one of his most vulnerable moments. This time, he was somewhat apologizing to her and yet, he felt that surge of inexplicable feelings. Ones that he had never felt before -- or never remembered feeling before. Ones that were compelling him to lean forward, and title his head downwards until . . . until his lips touched hers. Somehow, he was fighting that urge. It was a huge conflict within him though. His mind was discouraging him, telling him it was wrong; yet his heart was encouraging him, telling him it was right.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 16, 2011 22:48:05 GMT -5
"Guinevère," He grabbed her arm but not harshly in effort to stopped her and she did not fight him, it was his tone that gave her pause but it was his next words that caused her heart to beat. "There are some things I am terrible at," And his next words that caused her eyes to slowly look up into his, full of surprise, memory and hope. Oh, so much hope hit her in this moment that she knew she was foolish. "Especially knowing what to say . . . to someone, I care about." It was the words he'd spoken once before, and ones she knew too well! Did he knew they had passed his lips before? That he'd stopped her just as such once long ago?
Slowly her body turned from facing the door to facing him as he pulled her closer. She wanted to tell him something, such as he'd repeated him self and there was hope or that she was sorry for yelling at him. That she had not meant to make him feel bad. (well, maybe a little). However the look in his eyes and on his face left her speechless and unmoving. She could only stand there as we slowly used her arm to pull her closer to him a little bit by a little bit. Would he repeat his other actions? Would he kiss her and know?
As she looked up at him, she felt so much like the girl she had been then and there. Uncertain at where she stood and just what this all meant. She had no ideas then that this type of love would come from few simple words and one of the most soul touching and softest kisses she'd ever gotten. She wanted to tell him, to whisper his name, something. However she could only look up into his face and wonder . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Did he know it was her?
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 16, 2011 23:06:59 GMT -5
She was not yelling, that was a good sign. Then again, she was not even talking, and this he did not know if it was good or bad. From a woman who had a great deal to say to suddenly be completely silenced. Arthur wondered if he had crossed some sort of line in saying such words, and speaking them in the manner he had. And . . . holding her arm in the way that he was. She had embraced him earlier, touching his cheek, wiping away the tears, embracing him in a hug . . . had he however, been the one to have crossed some sort of boundary? He knew he should not be thinking of such things along the lines of how much he wanted to kiss her in this moment. He had this compulsion and strong urge before, but he had thought it was only in the moment of having found out such heart breaking events. What was the justification now? Other than the unfamiliar emotions building in him; ones that were -- for once -- not based on lust. Or how could he explain that whilst looking at her so closely, he was noticing her features, realizing that he was gazing at such beauty.
He should not be having such thoughts. She had informed him that his heart belonged to another and that hers belonged to another man. It was bad enough that he did not remember the woman he loved, but if she were ever to find out that he betrayed her . . . no. She did not deserve that, not after all that Guinevère had told him about her. Not after all she had done for him and all the ways she she described he had expressed his affection for her. He should not be having such strong urges to engage in intimate actions -- even something as simple as a kiss -- with another woman. As he realized before, it was not lust that would drive his actions, and that was what concerned him so much. Was he developing . . . feelings for Guinevère? Is that what they were? He hadn't the slightest clue how to define what was building inside his heart; something deeper than acting based on the physical attractiveness of another woman.
Rationality seemed to leave him at the moment. Thoughts entered his mind, yet just as quickly left. What had felt like an eternity had in actuality only been a few seconds. He could no longer resist the urge. Maybe he would come to regret it, but right now he thought of nothing he wanted more than to close the distance between them. She had said that he was a man who acted based on what his heart told him . . . his heart was telling him right now, to kiss her. He was not saying a word, but his longing gaze could have said a great deal. With that, he slowly began to move towards her more. He was just about to lower his head a bit more . . . he had not even gotten the opportunity to close his eyes and feel his lips on hers . . . until fate warned him against these actions for there was a knock at his door. It caused him to slightly jolt. As if something snapped him back into reality.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 16, 2011 23:28:34 GMT -5
He moved forward to kiss her and she started to learn up on her toes, and even place one of her hands, palm flat on his check when the knock sounded. She jumped as well and turned to look at the door then up at Arthur. She waited a few seconds for him to speak up before turning to walk to the door. She knew that depending on who was on the other side, they would either judge this or not but at the moment she was in the better place (mentally) to answer it.
Cracking open the door a little she paused and looked up . . . and up to see who was there. Her face broke into a kind smile before she opened the door more. "Sir Percival, please come in." Guinevère moved back so he could enter. Percival walked in and for once did not hold that large smile on his face, just a slight nod of his head in greeting to her--one that any friend might give a fellow friend instead of a knight to noble. Guinevère shut the door behind him and waited there while Percival walked a few feet closer to Arthur. "Sire, I came to report on the intruder." He told him in a formal tone.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 16, 2011 23:48:44 GMT -5
When she began to walk towards the door, he moved his shoulders a bit, as if to fix his posture and enter the real world again, instead of being caught in such an infatuated moment. It was also when the logic hit him, or in this case, lack there of. He could not let this happen again. He could not allow himself to be intimate with her when she had spoken so clearly about how their hearts belonged to different people. While he wanted to keep talking to her, he could not allow himself to be so . . . close to her, out of the fear of risking another moment such as this, and complicating everything that they had both built for the past three years -- in terms of their loved ones. He would have to be more professional, and yet still be as a friend for he did not wish to upset her again. It was a strange sort of balance; one that Arthur was unfamiliar with. With Merlin, he could easily treat him as both a friend and a servant. But with Guinevère it was entirely different, and proving to be more difficult in separating two different sets of emotions: ones that should be felt towards a friend, and ones that should be felt towards . . . someone who was more than a friend.
When she opened the door, Arthur suddenly felt nervous. It could be a number of people that entered. What if it was the man she loved, who did not know she was here? Or maybe, just maybe it was the woman he loved! Wouldn't that be something! But no sooner had he such thoughts, that Guinevère vocalized a greeting. Arthur searched the depth of his recently acquired knowledge to recall who Percival was. But the man needed no introduction for when Guinevère opened the door wider for him to step inside and reveal himself, Arthur immediately remembered him. He was after all, rather difficult to forget. He was the tall one! The giant. Somehow, he seemed even taller than he did earlier today. Arthur could not allow himself to get distracted by his size. He was apparently, a knight of Camelot and furthermore, a good friend of his. At least the formality was familiar in his tone, for it was often the way knight spoke to Arthur when there was a professional matter at hand.
He forced his gaze to remain on the man, for if he allowed his eyes to wander, they would undoubtedly rest on Guinevère again. "What is the nature of this intruder?" He asked, holding a strong formality in his voice as well. Finally! Something that he did know how to do! He knew how to protect the kingdom. He knew his duties as a knight; as a prince; and apparently now, as a king. He knew how to catch an intruder, and how to deal with such people. He was assuming the man had proved to be somewhat dangerous, or there was something threatening about him, for otherwise Percival would not come to him at this hour. This was of course not something that Arthur could say was selective to Percival -- since he didn't know the man -- but it was a generalization for every knight to not disrupt the prince -- or KING -- unless it was a matter of great urgency.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2011 0:08:06 GMT -5
Guinevère's eyes brows went up at the word intruder and she looked between the two men. She had not known that there was someone int he castle! Percival however only looked a bit confused by the question. He shot a questioning glance at Guinevère before looking back at Arthur. "The . . . . . nature of the intruder?" He repeated as if he did not understand the question. After a second glace at Guinevère she gave him a smile and a nod, and Percival turned back to Arthur. "The man was spotted in the west tower halls, by your self, and you gave order to give chase. We chased but I did not get a look at him my self."
"The nature? I would guess . . . " He looked at Guinevère again before back at Arthur, "Shifty?" Taking pity on the man, Guinevère stepped up and asked what Arthur could not with out giving away his lack of memory. "He was seen in the west halls? Near the unseen areas?" Since that was where his mother's room was, it was reasonable to think that was where the shifty man was seen. What if Arthur had not hit his head in a fight with this man? "Yes, my lady! We were giving chase but the man had disappeared, when Arthur realized you were down below he broke off from our search and went to make sure you were safe." He paused for a moment before adding, "Glad to see your safe!" His smile returned then as if it was not all bad news!
When he's called her my lady Guinevère had shook her head softly no and started to say 'I'm not--' but stopped as he keep talking. Once he was done she gave him a soft smile in thanks for his words on being glad that she was safe before looking over at Arthur. As casually as she could she walked over to stand behind him, as she passed him she whispered, "You should tell him, he could help you fill more holes." Then she turned to stop and come to rest by his left arm, where she belong.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 17, 2011 10:13:21 GMT -5
Oh bloody hell! This was why he did not want to leave his corner! For precisely this reason! That he was expected to know something that he did not remember and therefore . . . look like an idiot. Percival's confusion was rather evident, and Arthur was trying to mask his own. This was not going to be a good conversation. Arthur tried, and tried hard, to remember this intruder that he had supposed sent an order out after. But nothing came to mind. He was as oblivious to this as he was to everything else. He did hope that by Percival's answer to the nature of this intruder, it would help Arthur get a clear image of him so he would not be speaking blindly in this conversation since he had already seen the intruder. Unfortunately, Percival's answer was . . . inadequate, to say that least. Arthur looked at him, with slight disbelief. He did not disbelieve the fact that the intruder was 'shifty'; what he could not believe was that he had knighted this man.
When Arthur trained his knights, he taught them to be perceptive; to gain as many details from other people as they could, both in amidst a battle and when guarding in the castle. Percival on the other hand . . . seemed to miss the point of his question entirely! Really. Really?! At least what he lacked for in attention for details, he made up for in size. Thank goodness Guinevère said something, otherwise Arthur could have very easily allowed a sarcastic comment to slip out. Even if he was apparently good friends with the man, he had no recollection of it. In Arthur's mind, he was just a stranger. And not exactly the brightest one either. But Guinevère's question distracted him from these thoughts as he paid attention to Percival's following answer. Hmmm. Well that was interesting. Arthur broke off the chase to check on her? Is that why they were in his mother's room? That still didn't seem like a plausible reason to go in there. No one went in there! Not even if their lives were being threatened.
When Guinevère quietly told him to tell Percival of his, condition, Arthur silently disagreed. It was not something that was easy to tell and he was doing his best to avoid it at all costs. Maybe he could try to find out a bit more information about this and then send the man off on his way to patrol the area, along with all his other knights who Arthur had no idea who they were. "Did you find out exactly what business the intruder has here?" Hopefully, he would answer this question with more detail rather than saying something along the lines of 'shifty business'. He wanted to know more details, such as what the intruder was here for; who's life he was threatening and of course, why Arthur had given the order to arrest him. Arthur was assuming he did not already know what the reason for the intruder being here was . . . unfortunately in his condition, assumptions are dangerous to make.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2011 10:30:13 GMT -5
Guinevère had to bite back a sigh when Arthur did not tell Percival about his memory! He could help them! Percival was a good and strong man. She could tell by the very subtle look and tone to Arthur that he wasn't going to offer anything to this man. "No, we did not catch him. He got away from us. We think he either knew the castle well or someone told him where to go in halls." The castle was unfamiliar with allot of these men. Percival had never been it before he was knighted, and Elyan either she would guess. "He was signed an hour ago in the lower towns, so we know he's gone." He offered helpfully.
"When Arthur broke off from you, was that before or after you lost all sign of him?" She asked, trying to see if Arthur could have encountered this man in the hall. "After." So he could have. Her eyes turned up to Arthur's but she could only see him in profile. He'd come to protect her but gotten this instead. She wanted to say something, but only just looked up at him instead, waiting to see what he would do. Waiting to see what he would say.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 17, 2011 10:55:27 GMT -5
The timing of this was all far too convenient. Guinevère had told him that Gaius said this would probably clear at dawn . . . but if it was the work of some sort of magic -- which was entirely possible given the timing of when the intruder was sighted and when he vanished -- then dawn was not a time guaranteed for him to be given back his memory. This was extremely unsettling as the thought of Arthur never obtaining his full memory again entered his mind. How could he live like this?! He would slowly find out every day, more and more of the past he could not remember, but it would be impossible to recover it all. He was the man he had been three years ago, yet experience had changed him to someone else, someone that everyone now saw differently, someone that he was not sure if could ever become. The pressure. The expectations. It was all too much for him to live up to! He wanted to cower away once again and hide in his corner.
But, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. There still could be hope, right? There had to be! Arthur was just grateful that Guinevère was asking him questions that he should have probably already have known, but did not. The chances that he would have to tell Percival the truth were becoming greater and greater. Until he had absolutely no other choice, he would stall as much as he could. Keep as much dignity as he could. After all, what sort of king would people follow if he had amnesia which did not even permit him to remember he was the king in the first place! "Did he show any signs of using sorcery?" This question was extremely relevant to Arthur. While he was not quite as paranoid and irrational as his father was when it came to magic, he had to know to be able to confirm if his lacking memory was due to a severe head injury -- one that could be remedied easily enough by Gaius' medicine. Or, if this was the work of magic and he would therefore be impaired for far longer than both he and Guinevère had initially anticipated. Dawn had been the time he'd been looking forward too . . . now even that may be a lost cause.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2011 11:07:07 GMT -5
Guinevère's eyes went wide at his words and they flew to look at Percival. She wasn't the quickest when it came to battle, and fighting but she knew why that questions was important. He'd lost three years, and not all of his memory. She had not thought it odd before that it was only his last few years, the important ones. The ones that changed him of the son to the king. "Not that we saw, but he did speak some words not known to us. Maybe they were magic?"
Arthur needed to be honest with Percival now! Surely he saw that! If this was magic then he would need his guard up an his friends close! They would need to find out who and why . . . and how to fix this. "Do you this it was magic who did this?" She asked Arthur slowly, giving him an opening to both answer her and admit to Percival what had happened. He might not remember his newest 'friends' and 'knights' but he would need them now. "Did something happen? Are you not uninjured, my lady?" Percival asked and Guinevère turned to give him a slightly forced but, reassuring smile, "I am unharmed."
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 17, 2011 11:21:31 GMT -5
An intruder. Foreign words. Lack of memory. Putting everything together, it was the only logical explanation for how everything had happened. Arthur so desperately wished it had been something that had healed at dawn. That he would look back on this night and find obscure amusement over not having remembered anything. That he would not have to be so confused about everything that had happened in Camelot. That he would not have to feel so unfamiliar with those emotions that burdened him over occurrences that he just did not remember. All hope seemed to come crashing down, and he would now have to focus on finding that intruder, or finding a way to reverse the spell. Which ever was easier; though both seemed so very difficult right now. Especially with Percival just having said the intruder was gone from Camelot, as no trace of them could be found. While he had meant it in a reassuring way, Arthur now saw it as something that put him at an even stronger disadvantage.
He turned his back towards both of them for a moment, as he paced a few steps, bringing his hand up to the corners of his eyes, closing them and trying to figure out what to do. Guinevère had created an opening for him to explain what had happened. He was left with practically no alternative. It would come out, soon enough, that the men he had once called his brothers, were nothing but strangers now to him. That the woman he loved, was someone that even within the depths of his mind, he could not recall. That Camelot, a kingdom filled with people who would look to him for guidance . . . had a king who could not even remember what put him in this position to begin with.
After gathering his emotions, collecting himself, forcing himself to remain composed, he brought his hand back down to his side, opened his eyes and once again turned to face Percival. "I believe that the intruder left a mark of magic," he began, answering Guinevère's question and beginning to explain to Percival why he believed this to be true. "I can not recall the past three years of my life." Arthur had spoken the words with a strong formality, for it was the only way to conceal all the insecurities and fear he was filled with over potentially never being able to piece his life together, ever again. Of course, he would not give up trying. He doubted that finding a cure could cause any more harm on him. But it was still a legitimate fear for he would have to relearn everything, re-experience everything . . . to become the man that everyone now expected him to be.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2011 11:42:31 GMT -5
She turned to look over at Percival as Arthur said the words and it appeared almost as if he'd not heard him. Percival keep looking at Arthur with some unknown thoughts in his mind. Finally after a few long moments his eyes wavered as the words finally seemed to take effect. He looked between them before looking down for a moment. Guinevère decided one of them out of the three needed to offer explanation. "I was going to meet him, like we always do but by the time I got there . . . . I'd thought he'd hit his head. When he awoke he knew nothing of the three years past. We did not even know there was intruder until you came to this room."
"Please, Percival. Anything you can tell us about this man would greatly help." Percival looked at her, his face easy to read. Percival always wore his emotions on the surface, thought mostly until now it had been excitement and happy. "I--This evening we were all coming from the armory. Arthur was walking a bit a head and the rest of us were falling behind. I think Gwaine might have been about to go to the tavern and was talking us into joining. Arthur gave the call and we took off after him. After following them deeper into the castle, Arthur broke off was us with the order to peruse the man while he made sure you were safe."
That much they already knew of sorts. "We did not find him," Percival added sounding a bit ashamed of his words but as his eyes shifted from her to Arthur then his face and tone became stronger and sure. Percival was forever shy until he found a purpose and then he was able to look as frightening as his size made him. "But we will."
Guinevère reached over to touched Arthur's arm in a reassuring gesture. She'd told him the men would stand by him, and she hoped that he'd recognize that this was happening now.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 17, 2011 12:02:51 GMT -5
Like they always do? Meaning they always go to his mothers room? Oh there was no point! He was not going to remember anything until they found the man, or until Gaius found some way to revers the spell for it was him who possessed the greatest knowledge of all things magic. He listened attentively to both what Guinevère said and what Percival told him of the events leading up to his blackout. None of it rang a bell, and that was of course to be expected. He needed to stop holding on to the possibility of small fragments of his memory to return and instead, focus on on a way to catch that person. He could only imagine what his motives were for creating such a spell. Camelot was weakened though. With his father too broken to rule, and a king who had no idea what the hell was going on . . . who would the people look to for leadership? How could Arthur give it to them?
He was not about to spread panic throughout the kingdom though. He remembered his life time of training, he remembered what his father had taught him up to the three missing years of his life. All he could do was focus on what he felt was right, and as Guinevère said, act based on what his heart told him. He could do that, right? He had to. He had not other choice. He refused to let Camelot fall just because he was too frazzled by lost memories. That was no excuse! They had been through a war [apparently]! They had been through dragon attacks [apparently]! They had been through the tyranny of a traitor's reign [apparently]! What Arthur did know for sure was that Camelot was resilient, and he would find a way to fix this.
When Guinevère touched her arm, Arthur forced himself not to look at her. He had learned before that he could not act on an impulse or urge he had. He could not express any intimate feelings he may have towards her. He took a step forward, breaking her touch, though he hoped it only looked like he was approaching Percival -- which had been part of his reason for moving. "Show me exactly where he was last sighted," Arthur told him. He wanted to see the area himself, see if there was any sign of him. He had knighted these men for a reason but he could not say he fully trusted them right now. He was expected to -- just as he was expected to be in love with another woman -- but he could not just blindly offer his undying trust. Not when he did not remember how they met. He felt gratitude towards him, but trust was something earned and well . . . as he would have to go through many things all over again, learning to trust these men was just another point to add to the list.
"You should remain here," he added, turning his head as he spoke to Guinevère. "It could be dangerous." While he said this, he was conflicted. A part of him knew that the sorcerer may not be finished. That he could return for whatever reason and so it could be risky for her to join them. That and he was trying to keep some sort of distance from her, though he doubted that would prove to be effective. On the other hand, he needed her to come with him for out of all those that he randomly encountered, he trusted her the most. She had told him some of the hardest things he would ever have to hear, and he doubted that Percival -- who already seemed a bit shy to begin with -- would offer as many explanations and in as much detail, as she had. The reason he wanted her to come was selfish, and he knew that, but he could not help it. At least he vocalized the latter. Would she know him well enough to be able to tell what he truly wanted and how his words betrayed that?
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2011 12:34:08 GMT -5
She should stay here? Yes, she should. It was time Arthur learned to trust in his knights and know why they were his friends. Giving him this alone time would give him an insight to his life now, rather then his life then. Giving him some alone time, while she gathered her knowledge. He had taken a few steps away from her, and now she took them to bring her self closer. Percvial's voice spoke up but she did not look away. "I will . . . I'll just be in the hall." When he left Guinevère reached out again to touch his arm.
"We are stronger together, Arthur." She told him honestly, "However I should go to Gaius. He thinks you've hit your head. He needs to know that it might be magic that has done thing. I will go there instead, and seek out his advice. Percival is a good man, and honest above all things. I will not tell you to embrace him as friend, and trust him above all other counsel but I will tell you to give him a chance. If this is magic then this will not be so simple. He will be able to help you."
"Just . . . . " Her hand left his arm and she looked away while thinking of the right words. "Just be safe." She was not worried for her but for him. Guinevère gave him one last smile before turning to walk to the door. She opened it and looked up at Percival as she passed by, "Take care of him." "With my life, my lady." "Percival," Guinevère told him with a soft smile, "How many times must I ask you to call me Gwen?" "Gwen, then." He told her with a smile as well.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Apr 17, 2011 13:01:37 GMT -5
When he went to wait outside, Arthur turned to Gwen as she began to advise him. He welcomed any advice she could offer, as she had done countless times during this bizarre night. She was right, in practically everything that she said. Strength in numbers, but it may prove to be more helpful if she went to inform Gaius that this was quite possibly the work of magic. That it was not some severe head trauma, well, not a natural one anyway. It was something more than that, and hopefully with this knowledge, he would be able to work more speedily to find a cure. He had to! In the meantime, he knew it would be wisest to comply by her words. To give Percival a chance. Arthur usually trusted his judgment, but right now, he was not so sure. If he had knighted them it was for good reason; he would not have broken the laws of Camelot if it was not worth it. Percival could very well be a good man and Arthur would have to try and keep an open mind so that he could realize that.
When she told him to be careful and proceeded to leave, Arthur said nothing nor did anything. He remained frozen in place for several moments. He once again, needed to collect himself so that he could present the image of a confident ruler, even if he did not feel it. The people would not follow a man who had so little faith and sureness in himself. And relying on his father to rule Camelot was no longer an option. He took a deep breath as he made his way over to his bed side where his sword was being kept. It attached it to his belt, knowing he would feel more comfortable if he was armed and prepared to fight . . . just in the case the intruder still lurked within the city. He then made his way over to his cabinet, where he opened it and pulled out his trench coat. He quickly put it on, finally feeling prepared to go out there . . . physically anyway. Emotionally, he felt as if he was still a wreck. But a true prince nor king displayed such a thing. It was weakness to show such emotions and after having broken down so many times tonight, he refused to let it happen again.
He stepped outside his room to see Percival still standing there. "Percival," he acknowledged, this being the first time he had actually said his name since he first entered his chambers. He gave a short nod to him, before looking to see the last glimpse of Guinevère before she disappeared around the corner. He turned to walk the opposite way, expecting the man to follow. "Did anyone to your knowledge get a clear look at the intruder?" Arthur asked, knowing that neither of them could rely on his memory to depict what the man looked like, Hopefully, he was not the sole person to have seen him. Maybe that Gwaine lad, or any of the others had laid sight in him, and would provide a better description other than . . . shifty.
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