Written In The Stars

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Arthur paused when he felt her lips on his cheek, once again, awakening a sensation he had not felt since . . . the last time they had kissed. He tried not to let it surface. Let to keep those emotions that she always ignited within him at bay. Fortunately, she passed him a cup of water and it allowed him to focus on something else . . . as did the topic of conversation. "Thank you," he said. For the water. She spoke of not holding a grudge against Galahad and, Arthur knew she wouldn't.

But, he also knew that he could not ask too much of Guinevère. It was not his place to. "I did not think you would," he assured her. "But I am also aware that he is, difficult to get to know. And I hope you are not discouraged from doing so due to, recent events." Due to what Galahad had said to her in his state of upset. Arthur smiled at her tease, his hands curling around the cup to prevent himself from reaching out to her . . . with their close proximity. Friends. "You say that as if its a bad thing," he teased in return. "Perhaps we can arrange for our children to meet," he suggested. "After all, I owe you and your daughter an invitation to the gardens in the daylight." An offer he had not forgotten.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled grateful for a break from the heavy emotions. "I understand, I will try again." Give him another chance to yell at her, most likely. Still, with him uninjured and not afraid of getting in trouble maybe things would go a little smoother. There was half and half of which way this would go, and it made her unsettled to think of facing the prince again--though once had she not felt the same way (sort of) about Arthur? The powerful arrogant prince.

"Yes, and soon," she encouraged, "Perhaps once Galahad is recovered?" She could wait for him to feel rested before bring her daughter to meet them. She thought that perhaps the two daughters would get along the best, as they seemed to have the most in common from how Arthur described her.

Guinevère knew she had to warn Arthur of Lunete as well. Her voice slowed, as if she was unsure how to say what she needed to say. "Auden died nearly a year ago, and Lunete was there." She'd seen her father pass from the sickness. "She had the same sickness, and was recovering but . . . he didn't. Sometimes she speaks of it." She might speak of it to his children if they get on the topic. She just wanted him to know it could come up. "I am not sure if I should let her, or ask her to stop. Yet I can't ask to not speak of him."

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Arthur softly smiled at the thought of bringing them all together when Galahad was recovered. "That sounds like a good idea," he agreed. He knew it was already hard for his son to not move around as much as he'd like. It put him in a bit of a . . . bad mood. Arthur then listened to Guinevère explain that Lunete had watched her father die, his sympathy going to the poor girl, as he knew that must have been difficult. "That couldn't have been easy," he acknowledged. Though, he was glad to hear that at least she had recovered, where as Auden had not been so fortunate.

"Children react different ways," he began to say. "Some find it easier to cope by talking about it. Others, remain quiet." Arthur's own children were different in how they handled their mother's death. "If speaking about it helps her, then I will not discourage her from doing so. Only, to be prepared in that Alymere may offer comfort but not remain on the subject. Mirela does not understand. And Galahad . . ." Arthur paused for a moment, a bit of a smile on his lips as he shook his head. "Will ask for all the details." Which, she might not be willing to give. Something Arthur didn't blame her for at all. He wasn't sure what his son's fascination was with wounds and gore. "The most important thing is that she is comfortable. And I will do whatever I can to accommodate that." Even if it meant talking about it before hand to his children.

[Guinevère]

No, it had not been an easy thing, but Lunete knew she was loved. Guinevère had to keep that foremost in her mind, and know that Lunete would be alright. "When I told your son that if he poked his injury it would turn black, he proceed to poke it . . . a lot." Guinevère told him with a smile, keeping the mood light. She has figured out that his son was fascinated by injuries already. "And I told him i was once your nurse, and he asked me if there was a lot of blood."

Her smile shifted, turning sad but happy at the same time. "We wanted a son, but it was never meant for us. I fear I know little about boys." However she knew much about girls. "Perhaps I can make a dress for the princess?" She asked, liking that idea, and having no intention of making him pay. "My gift to her." To help her like Guinevère, if her brother had talked about how much he didn't like her?

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Arthur let out a huff of amusement, trying to hold back a chuckle, as he shook is head upon hearing what his son had done and asked. "I do not know how he is not disturbed by such things," he said, though with both concern and fondness. Fondness, because he would not change his son. But, he could see something in him. A greatness in being a knight. One that would lead the army of Camelot after his brother. He then softly smiled upon hearing Guinevère speak of wanting a son, but how it was not meant to be. "Elena, had said the same thing about a daughter." She had wanted one and . . . cruel irony had it so that the year she birthed one, was the year she left this world.

Not dwelling on the dark subject, his smile grew when Guinevère offered to make a dress for Mirela. "You don't have to do that," he assured her. "But she would indeed love it." Despite her being surrounded by boys, she enjoyed the girly things that a young daughter would. "I fear she is constantly surrounded by boys." Him, her brothers, Merlin, the knights . . . it was fortunate that the knights had daughters but they also would only occasionally come to court. "It would be good, for her to spend more time with other females." Lunete and Guinevère. "Besides, I could always use some tips on braiding hair," he added on jokingly, but also with truth. For sometimes Mirela wanted him to do her hair and while he tried . . . he knew it was never as good as a woman's touch.

[Guinevère]

He spoke of how Elena had wanted a daughter, and Guinevère found it was a little easier to hear him speak of her. It seemed a little easier for him to speak of her too. Then he joked about his daughter's hair and Guinevère continued it. "I will teach you and you can practice on your own." She reached up to touch the hair on the back of his neck. "It's longer here . . . . Clearly I should speak to Merlin about this." She joked as if it was something she had control over--in truth she knew she did.

Lowering her hand Guinevère watched his face. "Thank you," she told him, feeling things easier between them. "I know it wasn't easy to speak of things to me, but . . . I think we needed to say them." In order to be friends. A word that was more then what she should have, but yet not everything she truly wanted. "I look forward to meeting your other son, and your daughter. I hope her and Lunete will be dear friends."

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Arthur smiled with amusement at the thought of braiding his own hair . . . her tease of how it was long only adding to it. When she touched his hair it felt, oddly natural. And he didn't mind it, at all. "I still would not trust Merlin with my hair," he said jokingly towards his friend. "Besides, if you are going to convince anyone, perhaps attempt to convince Galahad." He hated getting a hair cut and now it was growing out. Arthur blamed Gwaine for his encouragement, not that Galahad needed any. When she thanked him, told him how it was not easy to speak of things . . . Arthur agreed with her. It needed to be said.

"I agree," he told her. "It was important that we have this conversation. And, I am glad we are able to move forward." Because what held them in the past, was all out there now. They spoke of their spouses, their children . . . their lives apart. Realizing that he had stayed here for quite some time, he began to rise to his feet. He didn't wish to leave, but he knew he could not over stay his welcome. "I hope for the same," he told her when she said she hoped their daughters could be good friends. "I look forward to them all meeting." And hoped, that her second meeting with Galahad would go better than the first. "Thank you, Guinevère. For everything." He let his gaze linger upon her for a few moments before lowering his head and leaving her home. He took a deep breath before making his way down the streets of the city. Relief washing over him that the air between them was now lighter. They could focus on the present. On the future. Rather than dwell in the past.

The days that followed were of the usual routine. Arthur spent as much time as he could with Galahad, though his siblings were helping take care of him too. He knew his son pretended to hate every minute of it . . . but deep down, even Arthur could see his enjoyment. After a week the crutches were unneeded and a few days after, he was walking once again. Which, was both a blessing and a curse. For Galahad was certainly making up for lost time as he bounded around the castle, city, training arena . . . and any which way he could go. Arthur had spoke of Lunete prior and Mirela kept asking to meet her, already seeming to think they were friends. So when Galahad was fully recovered, and things seemed fairly settled, he extended the invitation to Guinevère, wishing to honour his earlier suggestion of them all meeting . . . in the gardens.

[Guinevère]

"Uncle Elyan," Lune said with a voice far too serious, "The king himself has invited me to come play with his daughter! It is not enough to be jus PRETTY!" Lunete had tried on every dress she owned before Guinevère put her foot down and made her pick one. She then twisted her daughter's hair up and put pink flowers in the curls. Lunete however didn't think it was enough. So she went to ask her uncle, and he told her she was VERY pretty . . . . which was not enough to her mind.

"A pity then," Guinevère teased her daughter, taking her hand and leading them out the door, "that your uncle is half blind, for you are perfect." Lunete exhaled but her voice was happy, "You have to say that, because you're my mother!" Guinevère laughed at the idea, but kept them walking. They arrived at the castle and she waited for Arthur, or someone to join them. Since they were the first here, Guinevère spoke to her daughter. "Try to stay clean today," she teased.

Guinevère was nervous about meeting everyone. She had taken extra time with her hair today, and she too had small pink flowers in her hair, ones that matches her dress that was both light and dark pink. She had decided that she would make a grand gesture, and make a dress for the princess. Merlin ahd gotten her sizes for Guinevère and she'd had an idea for the dress. For the boys, she'd brought a basket of sweets. Ones she hoped would be ones they liked.

She already knew they were Arthur's favorite. Which was the other reason she was nervous. She would see him today, and she was excited about it.

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The children were settled in the garden . . . perhaps a little too settled. Mirela had been meticulously picked flowers, creating two bouquets for their guests. "I need more purple ones!" She exclaimed, running around looking for the perfect flowers. Alymere was following her, holding what she had already picked. Galahad was . . . displeased about being here. "Why do I have to play with girls?!" Arthur had told him that they were friends and it would be good of them to meet. Galahad's excuse was that he had already met one, but Arthur had warned him to be respectful. Polite. Unlike the last time he had met Guinevère.

When a servant came to announce that their guests had arrived, Arthur smiled and told his children to get ready. Leaving them with a trusted servant, Arthur went to the entrance to greet them. He had to swallow back how it felt to see Guinevère. As if it was twenty years ago and he was seeing her in all her beauty for the first time. "Guinevère, Lunete. Thank you for coming," he greeted. He stopped in front of them, a smile upon his lips. "You both look beautiful," he stated, his eyes on Lunete when he said the words though. "Come. The children are waiting in the garden. They are very excited to meet you," he told Lunete. The walk was not long until they arrived. In perfect expectation, Mirela stood there next to Alymere, who was holding a bouquet in either hand and Galahad was . . .

"Sire," the servant said, seemingly exasperated. "The prince has climbed up into the tree and refuses to come down." Arthur looked up at where he saw the rustling of the branches and leaves. Taking a slow, deep breath, he kept a smile on his lips. "Thank you Eric." With a bow, the servant moved away and Arthur instead, focused on the two present children. "I'd like to introduce Mirela, and Alymere." Mirela was already taking the bouquets from her brother and walking up to Guinevère and Lunete. She gave a small curtsy and a bright smile. "These are for you!" Extending the bouquets, she got distracted by the flowers in their hair. Alymere then began to approach as well. "It is good to meet you both," Alymere stated respectfully with a polite smile and a bit of a bow.

[Guinevère]

Lunete bowed tot he king, and then followed him to the garden, skipping because he called her beautiful! Guinevère smiled at him, grateful he had seemed to know just want to say to put Lunete at ease. Though, it seemed she wasn't nervous at all. Perhaps because she had ever been near royalty, and she just assumed this was how it was meant to be?

Arthur introduced his children, and Guinevère felt that same nervous feeling. "Hello, I'm Guinevère." She introduced herself, also bowing to the children, even though she had not bowed to Arthur. Lunete did as well in a slightly too deep bow and nearly fell before she gave up and ran over to the princess. "Thank you! The are beautiful!" Lunete smiled at the princess, and then touched her dress. "I love your dress!" Apparently there was no need to worry about the girls, Guinevère looked at Arthur and smiled. That was easy!

At least Galahad was hiding, and would give her moment to meet his brother before he came over. She wanted to make a good first impression. Then she'd repair the bridge with the younger. Walking a little closer she smiled. "Thank you Prince Alymere, I am quite glad to see the garden's here! I grew up here, you know? They've changed so much since then."

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Arthur felt his heart swell with emotion as he watched the children, so effortlessly getting along. Mirela practically beamed when Lunete commented on her dress. "Thank you! Yours is pretty too! And I like your hair! It has flowers!" She exclaimed excitedly with a bright smile. Mirela wasn't used to getting to talk about dresses and hair on a daily basis with her brothers.

Well, she did but there was feigned interest. Or at least one made the effort to feign it. The other outright complained that he didn't want to hear it. Alymere looked at Guinevère with a continued polite smile. "What has changed the most since you were last here?" He asked. Arthur admired that about his son. He was inquisitive, always seeking knowledge. He glanced up at the tree, hearing the rustling and knew he was going to have to get Galahad down before he broke his other foot. But first, he'd allow Guinevère and Lunete a moment with his children. Allowing the conversation to naturally progress.

[Guinevère]

"My Mama did it for me! Would you like her to do yours?!" Lunete asked, and it was normal for Guinevère (after years of being Morgana's hair) was really good at it. "Before we moved here, we lived on a farm with other famileis, and Mama did all their hairs for mayday!" Taking Mirela's hand, Lunete pulled her over to Guinvere. "Mama! Do her hair too!" Guinevère, momentary distracted by the girls smiled down. "Alright," She agreed, laughing. "Would you like me to put flowers in you hair?" She asked before doing it, not wanting Lunete to over power the smaller girl.

As for the question she was asked, she answered it as well. "It looks . . . greener? More life in it. I lived here when Uther was king, and the gardener's skill must have grown in recent years." She assumed that might have been Elena's doing but wasn't going to bring t up. If he did, she would be alright. Arthur had joked that the rains helped but, there was more too it. She loved it. "Merlin and I used to meet here sometimes to have lunch."

Lunete looked at the king and noticed he was looking int he tree. She turned to look up, and gasped,, "Another one!" She asked in surprise, leaving the princess to get her hair done and ran over to the tree. "Are you stuck? Do you need me to get you down?"

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Mirela's eyes widened with excitement over the thought of getting her hair done so pretty! Lunete even offered that Guinevère would do it. She looked to her father. "Oh! Papa! Can I? Can I? Can I? Pleeeaaaaassssseeeeeee?!" She was practically bouncing and Arthur couldn't help but chuckle with amusement at the sight. "You have to ask Guinevère nicely first," he told her. She spun around, holding her friend's hand tightly as she skipped over to Guinevère. "Lady Guinevère! Can you please make my hair as pretty as yours and Lunete?! And flowers! I'll get some more flowers for my hair!" She ran off to pick some more, not wanting to take from the bouquet she had made for them. Meanwhile, Alymere listened to her response, his smile growing a little at the mention of Uther and then Merlin.

"Then you were definitely here a long time ago," he pointed out. For even Alymere had not met his grandfather. "Maybe you and Uncle Merlin can come here now? It's a very nice place." Alymere enjoyed the calm it had. Though Mirela loved it the most. He turned his gaze to look at Lunete as she moved to the tree, asking if he was stuck. Alymere then took a couple steps towards her. "He is fine," he assured her. "I can speak for myself!" Came a voice from the tree. "Yes, but it would mean more if we could actually see you," Alymere pointed out. Deciding that that was enough reason to come down, the older son stepped away to give Galahad some space. With that, Galahad moved down, and swung from the branch, as if to make a grand entrance, and landed directly in front of Lunete. "I'm Galahad."

[Guinevère]

"Oh, I'm not a--" But the young princes had already run off. The prince as well, after asking if her and Merlin would like to come back. She had meant to tell the princess she wasn't a lady, but that would have to wait. Guinevère turned to look at Arthur and smile up at him. "Hello," she said, almost joking since they hadn't had a moment alone since she arrived and already the children were running around together. "I ear you are to ride out in a few days?"

Lunete, meanwhile was smiling at the other Pendragon. Alymere. He was older then her, and was nice! She was glad he was nice because she had worried that the prince wouldn't want anything to do with her. THEN something jumped and landed before her. She watched him land and then looked up to where he jumped from! Finally! Someone who could climb like she did back home! Her old home. He introduced himself, and she smiled brightly! "I'm Lunete!" She said, not even noticing Alymere any longer as she stepped closer! "Are you a prince too?!" She asked, deciding that a prince who could climb trees was her favorite kind of prince!

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Arthur chuckled at her greeting, taking a couple of steps towards her. "I am," he confirmed. He hated riding out and leaving his children. He still recalled the first time he had done it and it had been so incredibly difficult. But sometimes, it was inevitable. "I wish I did not have to," he admitted. "Being apart from the children is difficult." He gazed at the four children all seeming to get along. "But, it is for them that this is necessary." To build a kingdom that they would govern over, together.

Galahad folded his arms across his chest when she asked him if he was a prince. "I am, obviously," he stated, as if it was indeed the most obvious thing ever! Alymere gave him a look and Galahad just rolled his eyes at his brother. It was in that moment that Mirela came running back to join them, holding out a flower to Galahad.

"You didn't give her anything when she came! Give this to her! I have more for my hair!" Galahd just stared at the flower and made a face. "Give it! Its rude to not give a present!" Galahad's face remained, but with Mirela's insistence, and knowing she would tattle on him, he took the flower and held it out to Lunete. "Here," he said, turning his head to the side and looking away from her as he held out the flower.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère knew it was hard for him to ride off. She couldn't imagine leaving Lunete for a few days. "If it will help, I can bring Lunete to play it the gardens with Mirela?" She wouldn't ask it of the boys, as she knew girl time was something that Arthur wanted his daughter to have. She could do her hair sometimes, and help him feel better about his time away. It wasn't much, but it was the least she could do. Reaching for the basket she pulled out the dress, and handed it over to Arthur. "I packed a lunch, with some things I knew . . . that I remember you having had liked." Maybe he still did? "Would you join me?"

"It wasn't obvious! You were hiding in a tree! Princes are brave!" Guinevère wasn't looking at the children, or she'd have noticed Galahad give Lunete a flower, and if Lunete had liked the gift Arthur gave her, this one bested it! A flower! From a prince! Years later, she would still have it pressed into a book for safe keeping! "I LOVE IT!" She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around him in a hug before pulling away!

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Arthur looked at her as she offered to bring Lunete to play in the gardens with Mirela, a soft smile on his lips. "That would be wonderful," he told her, hoping his appreciation was evident in his voice, though he wished to verbalize it too. "Thank you, Guinevère," he added. "That truly means a lot." To know that she would bring her daughter here to spend time with his own. Whether in his absence or not. But, especially when he was not here. He then watched her pull out a dress and his smile only grew. He touched the fabric between his fingers, admiration in his gaze at the wonderful gift.

"It's beautiful," he praised. "You do realize though that Mirela will never leave you alone now? After promise of braids, flowers, and now a dress." He was teasing . . . but part of him meant it. Though there were female servants, and the wives of the knights . . . the latter did not always stay at course, and the former were only there temporary to be at her service. "This will mean a great deal to her," he said, not taking it for he wished Guinevère to give it to her. "You spoil us," he said playfully with a slight chuckle when she spoke of a picnic. "I would love to." Though, they seemed to be on the same mind, for he had already had a blanket at the ready. He spread it out and motioned for Guinevère to sit down, before glancing at their children for a brief moment.

"I am brave!" Galahad said arguing with her. "I just felt like climbing a tree," he added in a matter of fact tone of voice. When she hugged him however, his entire body stiffed, his arms at his side unmoved and stiff . . . as if he had suddenly turned into a statue. "I didn't give them to you! Mirela did!" "Nuh uh! It is from you!" She said with a big smile. Galahad made a face and moved to squirm out of the hug. "That is so unnecessary!" Yes! Galahad could use big words too. Mirela took Lunete's hand in hers and grinned up at the girl. "You should add that flower to your hair!" She suggested excitedly.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled when Arthur liked the dress. She had wanted to make it! She loved making them, and had made many of Morgana's. Getting a chance to make another dress, for a use a beautiful little girl was fun. Besides, it was Arthur's princess. She had really wanted to make a good first impression--which she seemed to do without needing the dress. "I don't mind," Guinevère told him, laughing when he said she wouldn't leave her alone. "Lunete hasn't made many friends yet, so coming here helps us both." Her daughter, and his daughter.

Moving over to sit down on the blanket, Guinevère kept her smile on her face. This was wonderful! She let Arthur be the one to pull things out, while she watched the children who were too far to hear, but close enough to see. "Where we lived there was a lot of room to run around. She is used to playing outdoors with other children." Looking back at Arthur, "There isn't much room for that in a city, and I can tell she misses it. Lunete loves the garden. Thank you."

Lunete meanwhile was ignoring the prince's reaction to her hug! She liked it, so surely he liked it! "Then why did the man say you wouldn't come down?" Lunete countered to Galahad, before looking to the princess who was done being ignored, and took Lunete's hand. She held the flower close to her, and then put it in her pocket. "Lets get the flowers in your hair!" She said, tugging on her hand to pull her toward her mother. Pausing she looked back at the brothers, but spoke only to the younger, "Are you going to hide again, or will you be here when I get back?" She asked, wanting to play with him, but hair flowers came first!

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Arthur listened as Guinevère explained that Lunete hadn't made many friends yet . . . and that she was used to play in open areas. "Both you and her are welcome in the gardens anytime," he offered, hoping Guinevère would make good on it by coming frequently. He knew how much she loved flowers, and that seemed to be something that had rubbed off on her daughter. "Mirela loves it here as well. It would be a good place for the children to play often." Should Guinevère wish for it because Arthur . . . wanted that for the children.

"How is she finding the city?" Arthur asked, passing Guinevère a plate. Galahad made a face, clearly not liking being accused of hiding! "Because I didn't want to!" He countered. "There's a difference." He wasn't sure he should have come down after all since he'd just been forced to give a flower and then was hugged! Mirela continued to grin excitedly as Lunete said that they were going to put flowers in her hair! OH! She couldn't wait! "We can put some in Galahad's too!" She giggled.

That, prompted Galahad to make a face and stick his tongue out at Mirela. His hair might be long enough for it but there was NO chance he was getting flowers put in his hair! "I wasn't hiding! And if I'm not here when you get back, it's because I don't want to be." Reinforcing his earlier point. But, that was when he heard his father's voice call him, as if his papa had anticipated he was going to leave. Alymere motioned for Galahad to listen, as the second son ran towards his father and . . . her.

[Guinevère]

She was grateful for the invitation to come when she pleased, and she hoped that he knew it wasn't just the garden she wanted to see. It was her friend. "Perhaps sometimes you can join us?" She asked, knowing that while things were ease between them, it was also something new. She didn't want him to think she only came for the children. "I'd like to get to know the . . . " The man. "The older you."

Lunete and her new friend came running over to them with a hand full of flowers. "Princess, Mirela there will work perfect!" Guinevère told her, taking them from her. She reached for the princess' hand and gentle lead her to sit before her, almost in her lap. Guinevère realized she had no pins for her hair, so she reached up for her own. Pulling them out, Guinevère let her hair fall around her, before she began using her fingers to twist up Mirela's hair and pin it up with flowers.

Lunete could see it was time to eat, so she waited for the boys to come over. She sat beside her mother, but after Galahad sat down she jumped up and moved to sit beside him! She liked this one! "I've never met a prince before!" She told him, seeming to forget that she'd met his brother a moment before. Guinevère watched them for a moment, before looking at the quite prince. "I hear you train some with your father, Prince Alymere?" Guinevère asked, not wanting him to be let out.