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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She smiled at his words. "Then tonight I will sleep well," She explained, "For I like the comfort of hearing you near me. Of feeling you next to me while I sleep." She never felt alone here thousands of miles from her childhood home. She felt safe and warm and protected. Reaching her hand up she brushed his hair back from his damp forehead. Looking into his blue eyes she smiled softly, and just watched him before letting herself rest and relax against him. Allowing herself to drift.

It was easy to drift off with his arms holding her close. Slowly she fell into a deep sleep, resting against her husband. When the morning light broke into the window, Guinevère opened her eyes and it took her a moment to recall where she was. Lifting her head she looked at her husband and smiled. He was either asleep or resting with his eyes closed. Either way she took the moment to watch him resting. It could have been a few seconds or a an hour before she noticed him open his gaze to look at her, and her smile broke into a large, bright expression on her face. Normally this was the part where she kicked him out of her chambers so she might dress. "Husband," She greeted, wondering how they would dress now!

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur's smile grew as she spoke of how she liked hearing and feeling him near. He was the same way. He liked having someone to hold as he slept, and the comfort of her touch. Never, had anyone slept in his chambers before. Whatever other company he kept at late hours, it would always be elsewhere. Never in his chambers. And yet with her, it did not feel odd or strange to have her in his bed for the entire night. It felt . . . natural. So very natural, which didn't make sense since it was her first night in his bed. But he wasn't going to strain himself thinking on it. He would just let it be and bask in how wonderful it felt to have her here with him. He slept perfectly that night, no dark dreams to haunt him . . . only a peaceful slumber. And he was fairly certain that she had something to do with that.

When he did finally open his eyes, the first thing he saw was the most beautiful sight in all this world: it was his wife, smiling at him. He instantly smiled in return, taking a few moments to just gaze at her beauty before moving forward to kiss her lips as a greeting for this fine morning. Letting it linger for a little while, he slightly pulled away. "My wife," he said, enjoying how the words sounded on his lips . . . because he had the privilege and honor of calling her wife. He moved a strand of her loose hair as he gently caressed her cheek with his fingers. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, for she had been on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room.

[Guinevère]

Did she sleep well? Surely he jest! "Wonderfully." She admitted, not looking from him and only gazing into the deep pools of blue that were his eyes. She loved them. How open and clear and honest they were. "Did you?" She asked, hoping he did not mind her here. Wives were not supposed to spent much time in their husband's chambers for it would leave him no where to escape from her. Yet she enjoyed it here. It felt very manly in here. It made her wish to add flowers.

Yet it also posed the trouble of her having nothing but her gown from last night, which was still on the floor and would be wrinkled! Everyone whom saw her in it would know where she spend last night and whom she'd spent it with. At least her chambers were not far. Yet their clothing was. Meaning to retrieve them someone had to get out of bed with not a stitch on!! She voted it was him. Guinevère liked her husband without a stitch on. The view was the best in Camelot!

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was glad to hear that she slept well, and knew he could answer the same question with just as much certainty. "I slept better in my bed than I ever have before." And the last time he had slept so well and peacefully . . . was when he had fallen asleep in her bed. "I suppose this is the time you usually hurry me out of your chambers so that you can dress," he said playfully, rather enjoying teasing her. He felt quite comfortable doing so as well, which just further demonstrated how unique this marriage was to her . . . emphasizing the informality that he had not expected.

"Although . . . seems you may have a shortage of dress options in here," he further teased, slipping his hand under the blanket as he slowly made his way down her chest, to her stomach. "Not that I'm complaining," he added, leaning forward to kiss her again, as his hand gently stroked her upper thigh. He of course had an alternative for her, but he was just enjoying the moment. Whether it was to see her blush or test her boldness. Either way, he was enjoying such a casual and suggestive exchange with her.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère felt Arthur's hand traveling down her and she bit her lip to keep from smiling too brightly. It was the bright light of morning and the kingdom would be calling him very soon! Surely there was so little time left?! Yet it was hard to think of no time when his hands were on her! "Arthur," She half breathed and half moaned his name out, yet she knew she had to be strong. "You said we could spend the whole afternoon together. First my gift then . . . . then you would teach me something new." She was very excited for this afternoon and wanted it to come sooner!

"You should go and be the king, and bring peace tot he land so you can join me sooner!" And they'd have more time together. "While you are, I will be bathing before a fire and thinking of more questions!" She teased knowing that last time he had taken her against the wall for her questions. "Then I shall dress in something easy to remove and be waiting to take you to see your gift! I cannot wait to see what you think of it!!"

[Arthur Pendragon]

She spoke of how he'd promised that they could spend the afternoon together . . . and knew she was right. He had promised that and if he was going to free his schedule, he needed to get an early start on his work this morning. Yet it was so difficult to think of anything else when his wife was lying next to him, undressed and . . . as desirable as she always was. Her words did not help him focus either, as she spoke of thinking of him when she was bathing. And then wearing something that was easy to remove. The thought alone made him want to make love to her right this second . . . but knew that he shouldn't. That they should both ready for the day. "You are making it so very difficult to move from this bed," he told her with a playfully accusing tone.

"But as I am looking forward to our day, and night, I suppose I must let you go." And with that, moved his hand from under the blanket and sat up a bit."You spoil me Guinevère, with all the gifts you give me." First the pups and now this, whatever she had planned. And those were only the material gifs she had given him. He looked around his room for a moment, reaching over for his shirt as he passed it to her, knowing she was modest and wanting to respect that part of her. With that thought in mind, he turned his head so that she could put it on, and reached for his pants, quickly slipping them over him so that his lower half was covered.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled brightly as he told her she was making it hard for him to get out of his own bed! When he gave her the shirt, she quickly pulled it over her head and then climbed from the bed. It almost reached her knees! Her bare calves could be seen! It made her feel scandals! How shocking! Though the most shocking part was not her half bared legs but how wide the top was! If she left both shoulders on, her breast were almost completely visible! If she pulled it up then her shoulders were almost bare and she feared had the top been any wider then shirt would fall from her!

Hurrying over to her husband, just as his trousers came up over his hips she stepped before him to help him lace them up. Perhaps in hindsight not the most helpful thing to do, for it left her hands so very close to him, even brushing his shaft some as she tightened the laces. Blushing she looked up at him, and took a step backwards. "I think I like you in blue." She told him walking toward one cupboards and opening it but only finding more trousers in there. Shutting it she opened another but no blue shirts, only dress clothing. Finally on the third one she opened she pulled his blue shirt out, paused then reached for his red one for with the gift she gave him, Pendragon red would be more dramatic. "You can wear blue tomorrow, today you are a king and you shall wear your colors!"

She was dressing her husband! It was that moment a knock and Gaius' voice drifted in. "Sire, Lord Godfrey asked me to check on you. Said you felt in pain last night." Guinevère's hand came to her lips as she blushed as red as the shirt in her hands and laughed silently but hard!!!

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had not been looking at her to be respectful of her need for privacy . . . until she moved in front of him and helped him lace his trousers. Having her hand there caused his body to jerk from the sensitivity of her touch . . .and he wondered just how much time they had before he had to go. Because that certainly wasn't helping him in getting dressed and helping her get dressed. All it did was make him want to start the day in a more intimate fashion. But as she stepped away and toward his cupboards, his eyes lingered over her and how she looked in his shirt. Of course she looked beautiful in it, there was no doubt about that. But there was something else . . . something that made him feel all the more possessive of her, seeing her in his shirt. He just watched her go through his cupboards, looking for his shirts. He would have directed her but he was rather enjoying just seeing her do it. This moment felt wonderfully domestic, and he found himself already looking forward to many more like it. When she pulled out his red shirt and passed it to him, Arthur took it in his hand but did not put it on. Instead, he just walked closer to her.

"And as beautiful as you look in my shirt," he began to say, his fingers taking hold on the shoulder of it for all he need do is slide it slightly down and the whole thing would fall to her feet. He leaned closer to her, speaking just before he was about to kiss her. "I think I would prefer you without it on." And the moment their lips would have touched and he would have removed his shirt from her . . . he heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice. It ceased his actions, though he turned and looked at his wife who seemed highly amused by Gaius' 'concern'. Apparently a king could not use such an excuse without raising alarm and concern. "I'm fine," he replied politely. "I feel much better after a night of rest. Thank you Gaius." And with that, he hoped that the physician would leave. It did however ruin the moment, for now people knew he was awake and he would not be able to get away with spending longer in his chambers, with her. "This is why you should not make me lie to Godfrey," he said teasingly, as she was amused by it and . . . well, he just loved seeing her laugh and smile.

[Guinevère]

"Oh, Arthur," She said softly so no one would hear her here. "This morning is just not working out for you is it?" She teased, knowing that he had just been trying to undress her and that he had been well on his way of returning them both to bed. Yet here they were with a reminder of why he had to leave. "I will make it up to you this afternoon." She offered, handing over his shirt. "Perhaps I can order you a bath drawn, this afternoon? Help you clean up . . . . I have the feeling that we might both need one later." She teased.

She kissed his bared chest lightly before hurrying over to the bed and sitting there, to watch him. After he was dressed she asked one last thing of him, "Will you tell Rosa were I am?" So Rosa would bring her something to wear and not make Guinevère attempt to switch clothes before going to her chambers. Though the idea of dressing in his room left her with a silent thrill! Another scandals thing to start off her morning with!

[Arthur Pendragon]

He gave a slight pout when she said that things were not working out for him this morning . . .but it soon faded when she offered to make it up to him. Even offering to draw up a bath, and help him clean up and . . . other promising words that made him smile with anticipation and slightly raise an eyebrow with intrigue. "I will hold you to that," he told her teasingly. For he was not soon to forget it. The thought of spending his afternoon with her, was all that would get him through the morning. Just as thoughts of spending his nights with her was what got him through the day. What incentive had he used before she'd entered his life? He could think of none. None that remotely compared to the one he had now.He finally pulled the shirt over his head, so that he was half dressed, but dressed enough to at least leave his chambers.

He joined her at the edge of the bed, reaching for his boots as he pulled one on and then the other. "I'll find her right now," he assured her. Knowing he was running late and not having time to put his chainmail on, he put on his belts, both his sword belt and normal one, before slipping Excalibur in it. He then reached for his brown coat that he put on over his shirt, turning his attention back to her. "I will see you later this afternoon," he told her, leaning down to kiss her lips once more, for it would be all he had to get him through the beginning of his day. With that, he pulled away and reluctantly left her . . . wearing nothing but his shirt. Another thought that would get him through his busy morning, though probably one that would strongly distract him too.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère kissed him back as he moved to leave and called out to him, "Until later, Husband!" When he was gone she smiled brightly and touched her cheeks! OH! This morning was wonderful! She feel back on the bed and could only smile so brightly up at nothing that she felt the morning perfect! Laughing softly she stretched feeling content and happy and wonderful! Yet it seemed, fate did not plan to let her enjoy her day. For as she stretched she felt her calve cramp from the action. Pulling it toward her she held it for a moment, and everything came back to her.

She had forgotten about everything since Arthur had wed her. Including about her how body worked. Before she got her 'time' she always got cramps in her calves and feet! "No!" She whispered, hoping it was nothing! Praying it was nothing! She'd been with her husband almost every single night . . . . even some mornings and one afternoon! She should be breeding with his child not this! She wanted his child! So badly! Please be nothing, she begged herself. Though the timing was right, she knew it was. A month into her marriage almost.

It was nothing she told herself! It was over use! A hot bath! Yes! She needed a hot bath! It would ease things and she would see! It was nothing. . . . yet a few hours later it was no nothing. And a few hours after that, Guinevère crawled heartbroken into her bed and asked Rosa to deliver a message for her. Rosa went to wait by the doors to the council chambers until the king could spare her a moment to deliver a message. When the king stepped out to receive the message, Rosa's eyes were downcast as this was never an easy message to deliver. 'My lord, I was requested to inform you that the queen will not be able to receive you for a few days. She said to tell you that she will have the gift delivered to you, and she will inform you when she is well again.'

[Arthur Pendragon]

The day went on slowly . . . painfully slowly. Gaius had insisted on giving him medicine that would help with his pain, assuring him that it would not make him feel drowsy. And the man, being more paternal than any figure Arthur had in his life, demanded that he drink it in front of him . . . so that Gaius made sure he actually took it. Knowing he had no alternative, Arthur made a face, gulped it down and nearly gagged from the dreadful taste of it! but Gaius seemed satisfied and bid him farewell. Even if Arthur did make a slight fuss, the respect and admiration he had for the man was so very strong. Gaius was more like a father to Arthur than his own, and he loved him as a son would. For Gaius had been a family friend for some time, and was even there to help his mother during her pregnancy. Once Arthur got the awful taste out of his mouth, he went on with the rest of his morning.

It was filled with meetings and audiences, and the fact that he was looking forward to something so much, just made the day go by slower. When the time neared to meet Guinevère, Arthur exited from his latest meeting with the council, to see Rosa standing there. She told him that the queen would not be able to see him for a few days. Days? Not hours, not this afternoon, not even until tomorrow . . . days. Concern immediately filled Arthur at an alarming rate. "What happened? Is she well?" He asked in a strongly concerned tone. She had seemed fine just a few hours ago. Had something happened? Did she suddenly feel ill? Had he upset her in some way? Was she feeling awkward after last night and this morning? Getting the gift didn't matter right now, for all he could think about was her as worry filled him.

[Guinevère]

Rosa heard the tone of worry and approved. Her gaze lifted a little bit and she smiled awkwardly. "Nothing for men to worry over sire, this happens in a woman's life." It was the best she could do. Her gaze was apologetic. "My I speak openly, sire?" She had not ever really spoken to the king even after being so close to his wife. Casual comments yes, but never spoken to him about something such as this. "I have not seen her as happy as has been here with you before. It is good to see her so happy. I believe the knowledge that her family is not yet complete has been upsetting to her." That her lack of child growing with her had broken her heart.

Guinevère was up in her chambers, wearing the stolen shirt of her husband's while holding her pillow long ways, and curled on her side. Buried under her blankets, she could not help but to cry. Her hair had been brushed and twisted back into a braid. She had so looked forward to a day with her husband, and now she felt so saddened from the loss of the ideas of a child so soon, and the day with her husband and of giving him his gift that she could not even eat her lunch. She only had vision in her mind of the daughter she wanted, or the son he could name heir. How they might look or what it would be like.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur gave a small nod when Rosa asked if she could speak openly. He always preferred open honesty rather than everyone tiptoing around him. Her words however filled Arthur with so many different emotions that he didn't even know where to begin. He finally understood what was happening. What Rosa meant, and why Guinevère was so distraught. She wanted a child. As did he, there was no doubt about that. He just prayed that part of the reason she was upset, wasn't from any pressure or stress from producing an heir, for he had seen how heavy of a toll it could take on king's wives . . . and sympathized with them. To hear that Guinevère was happy in this life but still longing for a child, made Arthur wish that he could do something to help. They had been trying -- as frequently as they could -- but he wanted to do more. Yet knew that this was out of his control.

"Thank you for your message Rosa," he said appreciatively. "But I will go see my wife." Despite Guinevère's request, preference, or orders. He didn't want her to go through this alone. Just because they could not be physically intimate, didn't mean he suddenly wanted nothing to do with her. He cared for her, and wanted to be supportive . . . even if they just sat in silence. He never wanted her to feel alone. "I may send Galahad to the gardens, to enjoy the nice weather." It was a subtle hint for her to go there in her now free time, and a subtle sign of approval for them to pursue . . . whatever relationship they were building. With that, gave a small nod and went to the queen's chambers.

When he arrived he gave a small knock at the door before entering. It wasn't locked -- probably because Rosa was expected back -- but now he was here. Arthur noticed a figure on the bed, though it was covered with the blanket on the bed. His heart ached at seeing her so upset, a feeling that only grew as he moved closer and saw what sort of state she was in. He silently sat on the edge of the bed, unsure if she would look at him, or even notice him. He slowly moved his hand to rest on her shoulder, waiting to see how she reacted to his presence and touch before proceeding forward. If she truly wanted no company, then he would have to respect that and leave . . . even if it only meant that he would sit outside her chambers until she was ready to see him.