Be Still My Beating Heart! [Gwen]

[Tybalt]

Tybalt was so very glad that he had been told of this glorious place! Everyone had heard of Camelot, of course they had. He had even visited this land not too long ago. But it was a certain woman that talked about it so highly, that he had been convinced to move here. And he was indeed glad that he had. He and his entire clan of a family had moved to Camelot. With their combined earnings, they managed to buy a small sliver of land. Their house hardly fit the lot of them, but it would be decent for the time being. Until they were able to afford larger living quarters. It was perfect though. This place was perfect! Tybalt decided to take advantage of the beautiful sunny weather by venturing to the market. He would also be scouring around looking for work. He knew he could not stay in Camelot too long, for if business was not good, he would be off doing what wandering minstrels did: wander.

But alas, he would enjoy his time here while he could. He was already adoring the market. The busy streets, the large crowd of people. Everything about it was incredible! Perhaps it was his over zealous out look on life, or perhaps meeting Gwen was fate. It was upon her suggestion that he came here, and he only wished he knew where she was so that he could properly thank her for her excellent recommendation. In this precise moment, Tybalt believed it to be fate. For up ahead, in the not so far distance, he saw her. None other than Gwen! She was no longer clad in that skimpy little outfit that Helios had put on her. But in a gown that gave her almost a more regal appearance. A bright smile practically exploded on his face as he hurriedly rushed toward her, having to hold his instrument because though it was strapped on his back, his excitement over seeing her was adding a little extra bounce in his step.

He managed to successfully weave through the crowd, with a few Pardons and Apologies along the way, until he was in front of her. Or well, approached her from behind. He just stood there, grinning like a fool for a moment, before finally tapping her shoulder so that she would turn, and speaking while tapping her. "How about a song for such a beautiful lady?" He asked, trying to slightly mask his voice to be a bit playful. It was either this, or scare her to pieces by hugging her from behind. Tybalt may be the hugging type, but even he knew that was a bit inappropriate. So for now, he would settle for a tap, a playful offer and then wait for her to turn before he could embrace her properly. Suddenly, his day got all the more brighter!

[Guinevère]

Guinevère had been so hesitant to use Arthur's coin that he'd taken an hour from his busy day to take her down here to make her pick something out. There was a bit more of a softer reason, but that was the reason she felt guilty for being out here with him. He was here trying to make her buy either some fabric or have something order for her. Guinevère was standing at market stall, getting sidetracked from his goal by looking at something she could sew into a shirt for him, when someone tapped her.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped. All almost at the same time. "Good gracious, Tybalt!" She gasped in surprise before reaching over to hug him. "Your alive! I feared they caught you and you were killed! How are you? Did you find your family again?!" Guinevère asked, pulling from the hug and staring at him for a moment. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as she could hardly believe it! Glancing over his shoulder, at Arthur who Tybalt had stepped almost between to see her, she smiled and dropped her hands to her belly. Then looked back at her friend. She could not wait to tell Arthur of this new friend, who had been bold enough to aid her in her escape.

[Tybalt]

Tybalt grinned widely at her reaction. He wrapped his arms around her returning the friendly embrace! She seemed so surprised to see him, almost as surprised as he was to see her! Though he wasn't sure why. She had vouched for Camelot so much that he shouldn't be all too shocked to see her here. In fact, it was part of the reason he had come! In the hopes to see a dear friend. Meeting others was not so difficult for Tybalt. It was just so much easier when he had one automatic friend in a large new kingdom of residence. "And I feared for you! After that rather thrilling chase, I feared for what would have happened if they caught you!" He had tried to look for her, but had not even come close to finding her. That did not mean he did not worry for her. She had helped him escape and he owed her a debt of gratitude for that.

More than a simple song could give. "It is wonderful to see you though! Especially in rather, modest clothing I must say. Warlords certainly have an appetite for women, but I do not think any woman should have to wear such revealing clothing around their stomach area," he said with a small wink and a playful nudge. He made sure he did not speak too loudly, not wanting to embarrass her of course. His words were in more light hearted teasing. Plus, Tybalt sometimes talked rather than thought. "I worried for you. I told my family, 'That poor girl is running around the woods in hardly any clothing!' I wondered how you would stay warm, how you would protect yourself." He did not stop smiling, even speaking of a time he had been worried for her. "But you are here! Safe and dressed and it is such a relief to see you as such!" Clearly, Tybalt had not bothered to turn around to see who else was present to hear their conversation.

[Guinevère]

"And I feared for you! After that rather thrilling chase, I feared for what would have happened if they caught you!" Oh! Dear. She had not meant to worry him but she felt glad that he did care enough to worry about her. "After we parted, I hid in the river, until they passed and then went toward Camelot. I would have waited for you but I had to get the warning though. . . . . Gracious Tybalt! I still can't believe your standing here!" Alive! She'd feared he'd been dead! That they'd caught him and she'd caused him to die with her plan! "Your daughter! Was she glad to see you!?"

"It is wonderful to see you though! Especially in rather, modest clothing I must say. Warlords certainly have an appetite for women, but I do not think any woman should have to wear such revealing clothing around their stomach area," . . . Her eyes widened and looked to Arthur's face in a bit of surprised panic before looking at Tybalt's and shaking her head no softly as if to stop him! She had not wanted Arthur to know about everything that had happened. He took the weight of too much on him, and she was trying to protect him. Spare him from the world she had been exposed too. Yet he kept talking and her panic feeling on spread.

"I worried for you. I told my family, 'That poor girl is running around the woods in hardly any clothing!' I wondered how you would stay warm, how you would protect yourself." OH! Oh no! He told his family! An now was telling her's! "Really, it wasn't that bad! Your making a whale out of a fish!" She tried but it didn't sound convincing even to her. "But you are here! Safe and dressed and it is such a relief to see you as such!" He was such a darling man but he had no idea the trouble he was about to get them both into. Arthur was right behind him! And she'd not told him about the dress that she'd had to wear. Lowering her voice she spoke softly, "You really don't need to tell anyone about that. Really! That whole event where we met and . . . .ran . . . it's fine. We both lived and should look toward the future! Your daughter! I want to meet the girl that kept such life in your eyes in that . . . . dark place. Is she near?"

Guinevère was TRYING to distract him!

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur wasn't sure what was going on. One moment he was standing with his wife to be, looking at fabrics . . . the next some stranger had pushed him out of the way -- knowingly or not -- and hugged Guinevère. Arthur just silently watched, having expected the man to turn and realize who he had just pushed aside, and who his arms were wrapped around . . . as well as who he was nudging at. But he didn't seem to. Not before he burst out into a senseless ramble. Though not so senseless that Arthur missed key parts to his ramble. The first, pertaining to Guinevère's clothing. Arthur had known when she told him about how Helios had put her in a dress, that it was something that would make Arthur cringe. Mainly, because he knew it would not be fully covered, modest and elegant attire. It would be something . . . to feed his perversion. The fact that Arthur now had to hear -- from another MAN no less -- about what Guinevère had worn, was the second nerve the stranger had already struck. The first was when he had hugged his fiance.

Arthur could even see from the way Guinevère's eyes fled to him, that she knew he was not going to react well to hearing this. Arthur wondered who this man was to her. Surely she hadn't . . . no. He refused to believe that anything had happened between the two, yet why was he so friendly?! What man randomly went up to a woman and hugged her?! He had a child? Where the hell was his wife?! It didn't appear like he had one from the way he was speaking to Guinevère, and the way he was being so playful with her. Unless of course his relationship with his wife was a bit unconventional. Arthur was going to assume the former though. For the man did not seem to stop talking about Guinevère's clothing. Clearly, crudeness was one of his traits if he had just leered at her while she was wearing . . . whatever the hell Helios had put her in to expose the regions he spoke of. Arthur's hand subconsciously went to the hilt of his sword, waiting . . . just waiting for the moment Tybalt turned around to see that he had brushed aside the King.

And was currently being inappropriate with the Queen. But the oblivious fool didn't seem to notice anything at all. He just kept talking, neither he nor Guinevère acknowledging Arthur's presence. Her worry was not subtle though. Arthur could see it. And the way she tried to divert conversation. Made Arthur all the more frustrated that this Tybalt man was so
blind to her obvious hints. Her eyes widening, shaking her head, trying to change topics. Idiot! Arthur was going to give him one more chance to stop talking though, as he attempted to calm the anger -- and jealousy -- that he could feel raging through him. He cleared his throat rather loudly, and as he was standing directly behind Tybalt, there was no way the man wouldn't hear him. And once he did, once he turned . . . Arthur would then confront him about all that he had said. About who he was talking to and who the man he was standing in front of was.