How History Had It Wrong

[Guinevère]

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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[Guinevère]

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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 opened her eyes to the morning light, and noticed the light was still a greyish color. Dawn had just broke not long ago, it meant. She would need to rise, for she had much to do today but foursome reason moving was so--

Breathing against her neck froze her thinking and it took her a few moments before she recalled she might have a husband in her bed. Turning her head, she noticed him sleeping there. It causes her to smile and use every bit of skill she had learned over her lifetime to lift and turn without moving the bed too much. Once she was facing him, she curled up once more into him.

Odd, she thought, how she was curled next to a stranger. While she did not trust him with her mind and heart, she had learned last night to trust him with her body. Her fingers came up to trace his face, and she knew that soon they both would need to be doing things as today he made her his from wife to queen. But first, she was going to tell her husband good morning.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had a far more restful sleep tonight than he did last night. His mind and heart was at ease, and he was holding his wife in his arms. The previous night he had been troubled about what he had done and how he had upset her . . . but tonight, it was different. It wasn't until he felt a small hand, and soft touch on his face that he stirred from his sleep, peacefully awakening. He deeply inhaled as his eyes slowly opened, taking in the sight of her beautiful face. A face that he enjoyed being greeted by, and having it the first sight he saw in the morning. He wasn't sure what it was, nor was he panicked to find out. He was far too relaxed right now to bother moving. Even if it was just turning his head to look outside. He brought his hand to her cheek and gently brushed back some of her loose curls.

"Good morning," he greeted in a low voice. To have her so close to him, to have her touching his face and not pushing him away after last night . . . meant a great deal to him. It showed him quite a lot as well. That she was embracing him as her husband and hopefully not only doing what he asked because she was obligated to and had her duties as his wife. He never wanted that kind of marriage, though he had feared it would be who he was with. Yet Guinevère seemed to change his expectations, in the best way possible.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled when he opened his eyes, and pulled her hand back to rest over the blanket tucked around her. Since it was morning, and they could no longer to what husbands and wives do, Guinevère would count the hours until tonight. "Good morning," She repeated back to him, smiling rather blissfully. He had done that too her! Made her morning brighter.

Plus, she was NOT getting out of bed with him here. So he would need to leave. If she stood up he would see everything!! Bold as she was last night, she did not think she could be such with the light of day letting him see everything. "Did you sleep well?" She asked, hoping he did not mind sleeping in her bed. How scandalous of him! To sleep in her bed! Even she knew that was NOT something husbands did.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He kept a soft smile on his lips when she greeted him in return. "Did you sleep well?" He loved this. How casual things seemed between them when he knew that if he had slept in her bed the other night, then the morning may not have gone so well. "I did," he assured her. "And you?" He asked, returning the question for he wanted to know if he had overstayed his welcome. She didn't seem to unwelcoming of him this morning, but perhaps she would prefer he return to his own chambers next time. He leaned toward her to kiss her lips lightly, and then a little more deeply.

His hand went on her stomach that was covered by the blanket, just casually resting on it. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, he continued to speak. "How did you sleep?" He asked, elaborating on his initial question. He did hope she slept well, though knew he could not make too much of a habit of sleeping in her room. It was not traditional . . . though he much enjoyed it. For it always felt nice to wake up in the comfort of his wife's arms, as that was part of marriage was it not? Companionship.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled and kissed him back lightly then again letting the second one linger and deepen slightly. "Yes," She had slept well, "I do not even recall falling asleep." It had been days--weeks even--since she had last slept so well. She had not done so since her father had told her she would be wed to the new king of Camelot--an man she had not even met nor had thought to meet before.

In all these weeks she had not thought to find such joy and peace in his arms and bed. "The dawn has arrived, and I fear I must begin my day. I wished to visit the markets in your kingdom to find a gift to sent back to a friend before my father leaves on the marrow." She explained as to why she needed to begin the morning, and why he could not remain in her chambers for she could NOT see her in just her skin! How embarrassing that would be!

[Arthur Pendragon]

The kiss ended sooner than he would have liked. In fact, he knew how he wanted to start this morning but knew it could be too demanding of him. She went on to explain that she needed to start getting ready for the day, having wanted to go to the market place. He knew she was subtly hinting that he needed to leave . . . so that she could get dressed and such. He turned his head to look out the window to see what time of day it was, realizing that his training session for the men would commence soon. Turning back to her, he moved to sit up a bit, shifting his hand from her stomach. She would have a busy day as she would become queen of Camelot. And he didn't want to be responsible of making her have a late start.

He shifted from the bed, using one of the sheets to cover his lower half as he walked around to collect his things. "I can have some of my men escort you to the market if you wish," he told her, not wanting her to go alone. She would need to be heavily guarded since she was his wife now and therefore, would be a target for any enemy who wished to strike against the kingdom. She did have her own guards, including King Leodegrance's champion, but Arthur wanted to at least offer his own men, just in case.

[Guinevère]

"I can have some of my men escort you to the market if you wish," He offered, his hand leaving her and she felt the loss of warmth instantly. She watched him move, and took in the sight of her husband. He was very handsome. She liked the look of his tall and strong form, for it made her feel safe. He was taller and broader then her making her always feel encased in his strength rather then threatened by it?

"Is it dangerous?" She asked wondering if she should, "My father's men leave with him tomorrow, perhaps now would be a good time to let your men escort me?" She wasn't a foolish girl, she knew that she needed at least one or two men with her most of the time. Princesses were easy targets and with Arthur having 'stolen' the kingdom, she could be a target to get to him. It was why her father left Lancelot behind. He had the order that should Arthur loose control of his kingdom, Lancelot was to make sure she got out--with or without her husband.

It was an order she had not thought of in a dark light until now. For she was uncertain how she felt about being dragged away from Arthur. She knew that she was becoming fond of him, but she wasn't sure if she should voice the order or not. Her father had forbid her to tell another of the order.

[Arthur Pendragon]

"Is it dangerous?" Arthur didn't want to worry her, even though he was still working on securing the kingdom. At the same time, he wouldn't describe Camelot as an unsafe place. It was a place of peace, and like every single kingdom, it would always have its enemies. Camelot's just happened to be the king's half sister. "No," he told her confidently as he quickly pulled his pants on and then reaching for his shirt. "We have increased security due to all the visiting nobles and royals," he explained. But he also didn't want her to think that Camelot would be dangerous once all the visitors were gone.

"But Camelot's army is strong. And you will always be well protected, I promise." Camelot's walls had never been breached . . . apart to when Arthur had stormed in with his small handful of men. But that was different. "It may make you feel more comfortable to grow accustomed to some of the knights here who will guard you. I can send one of my personal knights to escort you." One of the non noble men he had knighted who helped him rescue Camelot from tyranny.