A Reason For Treason [A Retelling of a Legend]

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur continued to take in her words, seeing her smile, and the certainty in which she spoke them. She wanted a fresh start as well. It meant more to Arthur than he could say. That after everything, she was willing to go with him to lands unknown, and . . . to give them a chance. To build upon something that was mutually felt between them. To know that it was not one sided and that she too was willing to go with him to explore what they had. To find happiness. Arthur felt overwhelmed with emotion. He could say nothing. He could do nothing but just gaze at her, soft intent upon his features. As if he was mesmerised by the woman before him. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, nor what the future had in store for them. But he was eager to find out . . . together.

That was when the emotion became too much to just remain idle. As if an unseen force pulled him towards her . . . as it had the very first day they met. Perhaps it was indeed fate, that he was meant to meet her all along. Slowly leaning forward, he inched closer and closer, until he felt the softness of her lips against his own, closing his eyes and basking in the sudden burst of feelings that exploded within him. The sensation that was unlike any other, and one he had longed to experience. Not quite realizing, just how much until this moment . . . where he kissed her for the very first time.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère waited for his replay, which came in the form of action rather then words. He leaned closer, and Guinevère realized he was about to kiss her--she hoped he would. She felt a moment's nervous thrill before his lips touched hers. Guinevère's breath caught in her lungs as she tasted him for the first time. Her hand lifted to rest on his chest as the kiss lingered.

The kiss made her heart beat faster, and her mind stop thinking. The heat from his body soaked into her's making her very away of the size of him, in comparison to the size of her. She felt small and protected; yet not over powered. Guinevère wasn't sure if the kiss last moments or hours, but then they broke apart, she found her cheeks blushing slightly, as a slow smile spread over her lips at him. "That was nice," she said, putting it too mildly but honestly.

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Arthur was unsure how long the kiss lasted but eventually, he began to draw back, easing out of it. His forehead touching hers as he just focused on breathing after that incredible embrace. Her words broke the silence and he softly smiled. Nice. He slowly his eyes to look at her and see her smiling.

"Nice," he repeated, a light and playful tease in his voice. He drew back a little more so that their foreheads weren't touching, but stayed relatively close to her. "A fresh start," he began to tell her. "A promise." Something else that the kiss indicated. "Of a life . . . together." Where they could leave all this, and start over. Start fresh. Start, together.

[Guinevère]

"Yes! We can be anything!" She wondered what job she could do but apart of her already know. "I have always love sewing!" She told him, "I could do that, and make clothes." He could be a blacksmith if he wished, and they could go somewhere far away! She had heard of the lands by the sea, and wondered what it would be like to see a water without end.

Reaching up she touched his face, letting her finger tips linger before they fell away. "When do we go to meet Morgana?" Guinevère wanted tomorrow behind her--she wanted to begin her life with him. "We should tell Leon, so he can plan for tomorrow." Then she would lead him toward one of the fires and they could sit and rest together. She wasn't ready to let him go, but she knew they would need the rest for tomorrow. "I can get a blanket and we can sleep by the fire." She wasn't offering him herself with the comment, but a change to but hold each other while waiting for tomorrow--since tomorrow was the day that could change everything.

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Arthur could not stop smiling as she spoke of how they could be anything; that she lowed sewing and could perhaps pursue that. "Sounds wonderful," he said. The idea of it; of both of them doing something they loved. Pursuing a life together; a simple, happy life. Arthur had had that not too long ago yet the thought of sharing it with Guinevère made it seem brighter. The question of Morgana brought him back to reality where they would first need to get through tomorrow. There was still some things they had to do before they could embrace their life, but now, the incentive was there. The motivation was there.

"At first light," he explained. Which was good. The sooner they got this over with, the better. The sooner she failed in pulling out the sword, the sooner she would leave Camelot and it could be restored to what it once was. At the mention of Leon, Arthur nodded. "I will speak to him and explain all this to him." Of Morgana. Of what he suggested they do to govern Camelot. Though maybe Leon would have a better suggestion since he was more well versed in politics considering his position.

"That sounds perfect," he said, eager to hold her, to lay by the fire, to fall asleep next to each other. Fortunately, many did not recognize him so he may be able to get away with not being pointed out. Leon surely would not expose him. "I should go then. Speak to him so that I can spend the remainder of the night with you." Their life together, could start tonight. "Where will I find you?" So that he would not have to wander aimlessly around this place.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère could not stop smiling. "Please make sure he will be there tomorrow . . . near us." She wanted to make sure nothing happened to him. "He will know how best to make sure no harm comes to you." Morgana hated him, and Guinevère was glad that she knew Leon would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happened to Arthur! "I will meet you in the court yard, or perhaps it was once a garden." She looked tot he window, and pointed to it. "It's below this window."

Leaning forward she kissed his lips again, smiling happily at her ability to do so. "I did not think this as how today would be." She told him, glad that it had surprised her. "Thank you for coming back." To her. For her. TO be with her. Giving his hands a final squeeze, she walked out of the room and hurried to go get the blankets.

The courtyard was filled with a few small fires. Men and woman--some knights, some citizens, some servants, some bakers, some wives--people of all ranks were around each, making this fallen castle their home for now. Guinevère picked a smaller fire that not many were around. In fact there was no one around this one yet. Laying out a few blankets, she sat on them, and pulled another around her shoulders to sit and wait for Arthur.

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Arthur set out to find Leon, to reveal his presence and to explain what tomorrow would bring. At least for this, Arthur would be staying. He would stay until things were properly restored, but not to claim any kinship. It was better this way anyway. For Camelot to have a governing system that involved people who knew what they were doing. As he made his way through the crowd, he found Leon and explained all that would happen. Leon was understanding and Arthur could see that same look of hope upon him. They eventually parted ways, and as Arthur was walking towards where he would meet Guinevère, he suddenly felt someone grab his arm and the first thought that came to him . . . was that he had been exposed. And, he had. Just not in the way he'd thought.

"About time you got here." Arthur's face held the shock that he felt upon seeing Gwaine, Percival and Leon. "How . . . " They explained what had happened. They'd heard of the Pendragon son and had pieced things together. The town had been ransacked after Morgana failed in capturing him and through the process, they had gathered their information. They'd tried to find him to no avail, so came where the armies were gathering . . . to wait for him. It did not need to be said, but Arthur knew what this all meant. Not only did he have the support of his brothers, but, they seemed to have enough faith in him to know he would show up. Arthur hugged each one, so incredibly relieved to see them. They then spent a little while talking, catching up, as Arthur told them too what tomorrow would bring. His brothers of heart explained that they had just lay low, a joke at Gwaine's expense of whether the man was even capable of laying low.

It felt . . . incredible. To talk to them again, to be able to jest with them. He had missed them so incredibly much and it was so easy to fall back into that blacksmith life. Once all was explained, Arthur realized that Guinevère must be waiting for him. He also knew, that he should introduce them. If he and Guinevère were to leave after this, chances are, his brothers would be venturing out with him. They were all unused to settling in once place. Arthur went first though, telling the men to stay a bit back. Seeing that Guinevère was indeed waiting, Arthur approached her. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting," he first apologized. He extended his hand for her to take, implying that they were going to go somewhere. "There are some people I would like you to meet," he told her with a smile. "Very close friends of mine from my home." His brothers of heart.

[Guinevère]

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," Guinevère looked up and smiled at him, waiting for him to join her but instead he told her "There are some people I would like you to meet, very close friends of mine from my home." Oh! He brought some friends! Smiling Guinevère stood and stepped closer to the fire, so that she would be able to see the others better when they came over. "I'd love to meet them!" She told him, ready to meet his friends.

It was then she heard a muffled curse, and looked over to where it came from. It was a little hard to see in the dark but she heard her name, "Gwen!?" And her heart skipped a beat. Moving a few steps toward the voice she saw Elyan step out of the darkness and hug her. "E--Elyan?!" She gasped his name, holding her brother too her. HOW . . . . WHEN . . . .

She pulled back to look up at her older brother, and he lifted a hand to touch her cheek. "I thought you were dead?" She told him, and Elyan looked down, and away for a moment before hugging her again. He didn't say anything, and Guinevère just held her brother. She'd have to meet Arthur's friends in moment, because right now she was just glad to know her brother was alright--and angry that he had stayed away from her for so long!

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Arthur was about to properly introduce each one when Elyan stepped out, seeming to already know her . . . and it was mutual. Arthur just watched them embrace, curious but not enough to interrupt them. Interesting, that Elyan had never mentioned a Guinevère before. "They seem rather friendly," Arthur pointed out, only loud enough for Gwaine and Percival to hear. Gwaine watched with a bit of a smirk, clearly about to make a joke about the situation. The apparent triangle that currently was taking place. But Arthur was not one to immediate leap to conclusions.

There could be a great deal of answers to explain the heartfelt reunion. Ones that would wait, as he just gave them a moment. Keeping himself back, standing with Gwaine and Percival who also held the same curiosity to find out who this mystery woman was to Elyan. And as Arthur already knew Guinevère, he was curious to know who they were to each other. Eventually, when they eased out of one another's arms, Arthur began to slowly approach. "How do you two know each other?" He asked with genuine curiosity. "And how could you think not to introduce us to her sooner?" Gwaine said teasingly towards Elyan, clear flirtation in his voice at which, Arthur could only suppress an eye roll.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère could only look at her brother for a log moment, before she heard Arthur asking how they knew each other. Oh! Elyan was one of his friends. . . . one of his friends who came here with Arthur. Which meant he was there long enough to make friends, not wondering around. Elyan had found a place to stay.

And didn't let her know.

Elyan looked at Arthur, and then Gwen, and then Arthur again. "Shut up, Gwaine! Arthur, this is . . . this is my sister, Gwen--Wait how do you know my sister?!" Guinevère pulled her arms back from her brother, and looked at Arthur's other friends. Elyan had made many friends it seemed. "I've mentioned him before," of her brother was didn't settle, only he had. Guinevère moved from Elyan's side to stand beside Arthur. Her hand took his, as if silently explaining Elyan's question, while letting Arthur to the explaining.

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Sister! Brother! Ah yes! It made sense now and Arthur knew he shouldn't but he felt a small wave of relief. Elyan asked him how he knew Guinevère and . . . well, it was quite the story. One he wasn't entirely certain how to explain. But, thank goodness for Guinevère as she came to move beside him, and take his hand. As if that was enough but . . . he knew it only raised more questions in Elyan about how he knew his sister. "We first met when Guinevère risk everything to save my life." He wanted him to know that she had incredibly brave things. And, it had bonded them. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze while still looking at Elyan to further explain.

"And that was not the only time she had done so." Speaking these words he turned his head to look at Guinevère, a soft smile upon his lips in gratitude for all she had done for him. He then turned back to look at his brother's of heart. "She is, very dear to me." To say the least. His words were spoken with the utmost sincerely. Elyan might as well know because after this was over, they would be together and . . . Arthur was not going to hide that fact. Ever. "Guinevère, this is Percival and Gwaine," he finally introduced, motioning to the two men standing there, as Arthur glanced at Elyan to determine what expression he held on his face. And all this while . . . Arthur did not let go of Guinevère's hand.

[Guinevère]

It didn't matter to Guinevère if her brother approved or not. He had made his choice when he didn't reach out to her for years. She was glad she knew he was safe, but she would not worry about of he thought Arthur was a good choice for her. Elyan didn't even know her any more. She watched his face, as Arthur said she had saved his life; and Elyan was looking at his little sister like he didn't even know her.

Arthur said that she was dear to him, and her eyes moved from her brother to his, a smile on her face. She felt the same! She wanted to tell him but would wait until they were not surrounded by so many to have at conversation. "Hello," she said to his friends as she learned the impossibly big one was Percival, and the charming funny one was Gwaine. Elyan stepped forward toward then and leaned in to whisper, though his voice could still be heard by the group, 'I thought you were Morgana's maid?' he was clearing trying to see how she ended up here. Guinevère's hand tightened on Arthur's and she explained, "Not any longer. Instead, when this is over we are going to go away." She wasn't explaining more right away, since Morgana was still a hard thing for her to talk about. Besides, she wanted her brother to know that Arthur was dear to her as well, and that they were going to be together.

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Arthur could see that there was slight tension . . . or perhaps just uncertainty between Guinevère and Elyan. So when Elyan stepped forward and spoke Morgana name, stating that he thought Guienvere was her maid, Arthur instinctively stepped closer and slightly in front of Guinevère, almost in a protective stance. He cared for Elyan as a brother, yet . . . the mention of Morgana to Guinevère was not an easy name.

Guinevère however seemed able to hand it -- not that Arthur doubted she could -- and even told them that they would be leaving together after this. "Perhaps we should all get some rest." Let things sink in. "Tomorrow will be a long day, and we will need our strength for it." For dealing with the confrontation. With the events that would follow. He wanted to ask Guinevère if she would like a private moment with her brother, looking at her to see what she would say, for Arthur would easily provide that with her, despite not wanting to leave her side. "

[Guinevère]

"Yes, we should all rest," She agreed, looking at her brother but not ready to talk to him. She wasn't even sure what to say. He was friends with Arthur, which meant he had been there enough to be friends with him. "I will see you in the morning," She hoped, but didn't ask--she was afraid of the answer.

She looked up at Arthur, and found him looking at her. He was checking on her? The knowledge warmed her heart, and she smiled up at him. She wasn't alone any more. Seeing him waiting there for her, made her heart swell, and she wanted to kiss him. Giving him a nod she waved to his friends, "It was wonderful to meet you." She told them, and then looked at her brother once more, before walking back to the blanket that was waiting on them.

She stood by the fire, before turning to look up at Arthur. "I have a thousand questions about my brother," She began, "but they are ones that my brother needs to be the one to answer." So tonight she wasn't going to talk about them. About Elyan. Tonight she needed to ready herself for the questions she would ask him tomorrow, and for the challenge with Morgana--and then their lives together.

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Arthur gave a nod to his friends before turning to leave with Guinevère. With her by his side, and his friends . . . he felt a strength that was unlike any other. It gave him the courage to face Morgana tomorrow, and to aid in the kingdom's affairs. To give suggestion to rebuild it, before he and Guinevère could leave and start a life together. He looked at her in return, and with their joined hands, gently moved them both so that they could sit down, as he wrapped the blanket around her.

"I didn't know," he said softly, keeping an arm around her. He needed her to know that. That this was not knowledge he kept from her. He truly, did not know. Elyan had spoken of having a sister but . . . what a coincidence that it was Guinevère. "If you do have any questions, Guinevère, I will answer them all." Though she said that they were meant for her brother, he still wished to make the offer. "If not," he turned his head to lightly kiss the top of her head before continuing. "Then perhaps we should just rest our minds, and ready for what tomorrow will bring." Because it was going to be a day that changed the course of events; a day that would alter the kingdom and course of history.

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[Guinevère]

She was greatful for his support. It had been a long time since someone had put her first, and even though he had a lot happening tomorrow, and he was dealing with his errant family--he was still taking the time to make sure she was alright. There was something warming growing in side her at this words, and she smiled softly up at him. "No, tonight . . . " How did she explain that she just wanted to 'be' with him? Just hold each other, and not think about the future or past. Just to be together and talk or perhaps even make plans for their future!

She wanted to look forward to something, not dwell on it. "Tonight I wish nothing more then to rest with you, and for tomorrow to come so it may be behind us soon enough." Once it was, they could look at new horizons, and disappear to be anywhere. They could be farmers or . . . whatever they wished soon enough. "I found some blankets, and things to keep us warm." She told him, gesturing to where she had been waiting before his friends came up with him.

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He smiled at her response. "I'd like that," he told her, finding that he too, wanted nothing more than to just rest with her. "I'd like that a lot." And look towards the future. A future that seemed more certain now than it had in the past several days. He supposed, ever since she came to him to warn him of a queen's wrath. But tonight, they had a new found hope. For tomorrow, they would -- hopefully -- rid Camelot of the darkness that clouded it. They would put things in place and then . . . be able to start a life together. Somewhere. He made his way to where she motioned, opening one blanket to lay out and the other in preparation for her to join him. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he had such a good sleep, holding the woman that . . . he was falling for. Deeply.

In ways he could not even comprehend, for he had not felt this way about anyone. She gave him an instant peace, a solace whenever she was with him. And tonight, was no exception. For he slept soundly. Arthur only stirred when he felt the touch of first light, somewhere in his subconscious knowing that he had to awake for . . . the time was upon them. Yet, he did not want to move. He just watched Guinevère sleep, a soft smile spreading across his lips. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of her hair, brushing it from her face. The action had caused her to stir and Arthur just continued to watch her as her eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he greeted. The words so casual, as if this was how they woke up every morning. The rustling around them, footsteps, faint voices disturbed the moment as he sat up. Taking a slow breath before looking back at her. "It's time."

[Guinevère]

It wa the best night she'd had in forever. Just being held by him gave her so much comfort. Arthur was a good man, and yes, she still thought he would be a good king; but she believed that was his choice. Being king would risk his life, and she wasn't going to ask that of him. She liked him safer anyway. AND since he wasn't a king, she could be with him. Whereever that might lead them.

His touch awoke her, and she smiled up at him, finding it almost hard to believe that this feeling was real. She was falling for him, and while that should have frightened her (she still had known him such a small time) it excited and invigorated her! It's time. Time for him to meet his sister, and see if she could pull the sword from the stone. "So it is," she admitted, deciding that first she need to make sure he knew something. Moving to kiss him softly, she broke the kiss and looked into the blue of his eyes, while the sun shined lightly down to glimmer in the blond locks; making them look like small rays of the sunlight after a storm. "No matter what happens today, I will leave with you when you go," she promised.

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He closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of her touch. The softness of her lips. As if she was breathing strength into him, and giving him the needed courage to face the tyrant queen. To face what today would bring. After all, he would need it when he was called upon to meet the condition of Morgana pulling the sword -- which was that he too had to make attempt. He was going to look so foolish and well, he would most certainly need all the courage he could to endure it. But, it was worth any humiliation and eyes upon him . . . if it meant that Camelot would be safe once more. When she pulled back he belatedly opened his eyes, lips immediately returning to the curve of a soft smile. "Together," he said, taking her hand in his own.

"Whatever the coming days bring, we will face it, together." And with their joined hands, he rose and helped her to a stand. He still refused to wear any armour. Any cape. Nothing that wold indicate he held the rank of any apart from who he was. As they made their way, the crowd had already formed. The druid elders stood by the stone and then, he saw her. Arthur locked eyes with the woman before his attentions went to the elders, announcing what was happening. That it was a sacred space, where no magic, no violence was to be used. That she had been challenged to pull the stone. That in the days of past, the sword was placed so that the rightful heir, and pure of heart would pull it. So it has been foretold. So it would be shown. Arthur couldn't help but be nervous, hoping this would save the kingdom, and not condemn it.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère held his hand tightly, and stayed with him on the walk there. She held his hand while the elders explained what was going to happen, and forbade Morgana's magic. She felt on edge, and worried that Morgana would pull the sword. That Morgana would use magic to pull the word. Her hand tightened on Arthur's as Morgana moved closer. While Guinevère was glad she'd not killed her friend, Morgana seemed to not need magic to try to kill Guinevère with a look. Especially since she was hold the hand of the man (Morgana believed) to take her place.

She forgot to breathe when Morgana walked up to the sword. Her heart forgot to beat as Morgana's pale fingers wrapped around the hilt, and pulled . . . . nothing. Morgana tugged harder, and Guinevère lifted her other hand to hold Arthur's with them both. Morgana seemed to grow anger, and used both hands to hold the sword; she glared at Arthur before looking down at the sword and tugging again! For a moment, Guinevère thought it moved! She almost panicked! Then she noticed it was nothing more then Morgana's hand falling from the sword in defeat! SHE COULDN'T DO IT! SHE! COULD! NOT! PULL! IT!

Guinevère let out a deep breath, and found her body relaxing, as it had been tense! IT WAS PROOF! They'd done it! Her eyes turned to look up at Arthur! He was right!