How History Had It Wrong

[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

Guinevère blushed from his words, and wondered how many other women he had known. She knew that kings often were not faithful--most nobles even. It was one of the things done and never spoken about, but if you were judged if you were caught. She could not imagine letting another man touch her as Arthur had shown her to enjoy. Yet she wondered how long he might be just her's.

Reaching for her dress, she lifted it to cover herself, knowing that this point it was a little pointless, but she felt better doing it. "Thank you," Guinevère told him softly, looking up at him. "For being so kind to me." For just being who he seemed to really be. After another short kiss, she pulled her dress over her head, "I should prepare for the feast tonight. Since my husband risked his life for his win, I should look my best so everyone will know how proud I am of him . . . even if I still think it was too great of a risk to him."

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur watched her as she held the dress close to her and then thank him for his kindness. "That is something that you need never thank me for." Because being kind to her was not a favor, it was to be expected. She should not have to thank him for being kind to her when she deserved nothing less. As she pulled on her dress, he took the moment of when her vision was concealed, to pull on his pants as she went on to speak of how she should prepare for tonight since her husband risked his life -- something that she still believed to be too much of a risk. "Your husband only wished to make you proud, and if he succeeded, then it was more than worth the risk." He still had a great deal to prove. He had not entered many jousting tournaments -- that anyone knew of. When he was cast out by his father, he had entered various tournaments and jousting competitions as 'Sir William of Deira'.

And he had been victorious. Yet he had kept his identity to himself, not wanting anyone to know that he was this mysterious champion. He had even gotten one of the farm boys to pose at him for the sake of feasts for the champion. Before it had been due to the fear of Uther finding out, now there was no point for he could just enter competitions himself. And the fact that he could not claim the victory and bask in the glory, made him all the more eager to compete. "Besides, it was good practice for another upcoming tournament," he casually threw in with an innocent smile though did not let the subject linger, for he went to stand behind her. "Here, allow me to aid you with your laces." A very good distraction indeed.

[Guinevère]

He teased her by saying the risk was worth it as long as she was proud, and then gave her an innocent smile that make her heart flip over at hos dashing he looked. "Besides, it was good practice for another upcoming tournament," Not dashing enough to distract her from that! She looked up at him with surprise wondering how many and how often she had to sit though these! Now that she knew she loved him it explained why she braced herself for each blow of the joust he received.

"Here, allow me to aid you with your laces." He tried to keep distracting her but she would not have it. "Another joust?!" She asked, looking at him wondering when this one was. She had known that they did events like this often, but she was surprised to know he had another planned already. "You are injured from this one still," She tried to reason, but knew his mind was made. " . . . . so I hope it's not too soon."

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur smiled to himself, feeling that same honor in how she worried for him. It added less formality to their marriage . . . not that what occurred in the tent here today was anything close to formality. But he liked that. He liked how they were growing so comfortable around each other, and the marriage was not feeling like a political move. "Don't worry," he reassured. "The next competition will be one of swords." Another tradition in Camelot. "And it will not take place for a few weeks now. So you need nor fear, for your husband will be fully recovered by then." He even felt recovered now, hoping his vigorous activities had proved at least that much to her. He -- regrettably --- began to tie the laces on her dress, his lips gently brushing against the part of her exposed skin before he covered it with the fabric of her dress.

He was already missing holding her in his arms in their unclad state and missed the way she looked in her completely natural form. So Arthur took his time tying the laces, letting his fingers gently trail down her back as well, his eyes fixated on it. Until they were deprived for the dress was fully tied. He knew they would have tonight, but he also wondered if he could wait that long. For he'd not been lying when he said that she was the most desirable woman he'd ever known, or ever seen. And the fact that she was showing herself to have such a strong heart, only added to her beauty. Brushing her hair to the side, he lightly kissed along the back of her neck, before moving his lips forward to her shoulder, and then to her ear where he whispered in it once more. "You best leave, before I undo all my hard work," he said teasingly, though with truth . . . all his 'hard work' of tying her laces, for he was already fighting the urge to untie them all over again.

[Guinevère]

"The next competition will be one of swords." That made her eyes widened and her heart beat a few painful beats. Swords!? So instead of aiming a large wooden stick at him with the force of a horse behind it, it was a sharp pointed steal blade! She wasn't sure which one seemed worse and which one she rather watch. At lease the joust were short and over quick. The fights were not short, they lasted until one man bested or killed the other.

Arthur laced up her gown and she was momentarily distracted by the feeling of his lips on her skin. She forgot to breath for a moment, until she heard his "You best leave, before I undo all my hard work," Yes, she should. Turning to look at the door then at him, Guinevère knew she should go.

"I will see you shortly then, for your victory feast." And she knew what she would wear. Red. Pendragon red for her husband's house colors. She would do it for his honor even as red wasn't one of the normal colors that she liked to wear. Guinevère liked to wear soft colors, but she would wear bold ones for him.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur smiled as she turned to look between him and the door. Taking advantage of her facing him, he leaned forward, lightly kissing her, well aware that this wasn't helping in getting her to leave. Forcing himself away he broke the kiss, pulling back. "I look forward to it," he said softly, finally taking a step back from her, practically having to force himself to. To aid in this attempt, he decided that he best get dressed as well, so he walked over to where his shirt was, pulling it over his head before gathering his other pieces of armor and clothing.

Tonight, he looked forward to the feast more than ever before. For he would be attending with his wife on his arm. A woman he was caring about as each minute went by. He had never thought his marriage would be like this, and was so glad that he was being proved wrong. Guinevère was not like any other woman he'd known before. While he knew that this marriage would be for political gain and be strategic, it was quickly transforming into something deeper, something more emotional . . . something he'd never felt for another woman before.

[Guinevère]

After his kiss, her hand reached up to touch his cheek for a moment, before she turned to walk out--hoping no one was near. She did not see anyone, so she hurried to the castle to get a hot bath. She soaked for a while to ease her muscles from today with Arthur, and then spend a short while with Rosa just sitting and talking with her about her plans for the next few days.

Rosa shyly asked about the knights and more one then the other. Guinevère then dressed in her red gown, with long open shelves and a necklace that had once belong to her mother. She then waited by the door, for Arthur should be coming to escort her down for his victory feast. Guinevère found that she was looking forward to seeing him again--even if it had only been a few hours since she last kissed him.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Once Arthur was appropriately dressed, he left his tent and went to speak with the council for a few moments, which ended up taking up most of the rest of his day. With limited time to prepare for the feast, he went back to his room, where he was greeted by two enthusiastic pups who were running around excitedly. Cutting back on his preparation time even more, he played with them for a little while until Morris came. Conversation between them was limited. Arthur knew that while Morris didn't exactly see anything, he could easily assume things. But Arthur didn't care. It just caused a little awkwardness between them but thankfully, he got dressed quickly.

Dressed in his royal attire, he said good night to his pups -- assuming he would not return to his chambers until late, if at all. He then went to his wife's chambers, knocking on the door before it was opened by Rosa. Arthur gave her a smile and nod before his attention went to Guinevère. And once again, as always, she looked breathtaking. She always managed to do so, quite literally leave him frazzled every single time as he just stared at her for a few moments before smiling and walking toward her. "My Lady. You're looking beautiful as always," he complimented, kissing her the top of her hand before offering his arm for her to take.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled when Arthur arrived and she walked to him, feeling her face smile and light up from his presence. "My Lady. You're looking beautiful as always," He told her, and Guinevère blushed, hoping that it was indeed true, but was glad that he at least thought so. She wanted him to find her so, for even if it wasn't true, she felt beautiful in his gaze. "Thank you, Husband." She returned, making husband the only title she used with him.

Though she liked it when he called her his lady, not as much as wife, but it sounded almost like a tease or flirt--especially when he kissed her--when he called her that. You look rather dashing yourself, I shall be the envy of every woman here tonight when they see you looking so hansom." She told him, trying to be equally flirtatious. Taking his arm she waited until they were down the hall and alone a little before speaking. "I have heard it is a tradition for the winner of the joust to receive a gift from the crown."

"Being you are the crown, I thought that the gift should come from me to you." Normally it would be gold coins, but as it would just be her giving him his own coin, she had thought about another idea. "Your gift is being made, but if you could escort me tomorrow at some point to the market then we can see how it is coming along. It will not take long, I will only steal you for half an hour or so."

[Arthur Pendragon]

She spoke of how dashing he looked and how she would be the envy of every woman and he gave a jokingly cocky smile at her words. "Just as I will be the envy of every man," he told her, not even thinking about Lancelot after his words slipped out. "Though I fear that if you believe your words to be true, then you best not leave my side for the entire feast," he teased, obviously just playing along with her comment, for she had nothing to worry about in those regards. Even if they were not standing with linked arms, his eyes would always search the room for her to catch a glimpse of her. Until he could be in her company once more. Besides, he was enjoying the flirtatious exchange between them, something that felt so comfortable and casual.

To have this sort of playful jest . . . just re-enforced his already firm belief about how different she was from most princesses. He put his other hand on top of her arm that was already linked with his. She went on to talk about a gift, as was tradition for the winner of a joust. At first his mind went one direction . . . before she added on about escorting her to the market place. He looked at her, slightly raising his eyebrow as he grew intrigued by the idea. "You give me far too many gifts Guinevère." Though he loved all she had given him far, and not just the material things, but in terms of her trust, respect, and affections. "But you have intrigued me. However, I cannot escort you to the market for half an hour," he said in a slightly more serious tone as he looked at her with a bit of an apologetic expression.

He purposely paused to drag out the moment, before he continued. "Because I was hoping to spend the entire afternoon with my wife." As it was clear, their marriage was not a typical one, and along those lines, he wanted to spend time with her. No matter how much he would have to catch up on later. For while he was a king, he was a husband first, because family was most important to him and he never wanted her to feel neglected. Which was why he had planned out an afternoon for them together, and the market place would be a perfect addition.