Written In The Stars

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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It seemed impossible to stop smiling in Guinevère's company. As she spoke of joining them, his heart longed for nothing more. "I'd like that," he told her sincerely. Leaning towards her a bit, he couldn't help but playfully add. "I hope you won't be disappointed with the older me," he said jokingly. He knew that much was different but . . . kids had a way of changing a person. And even then, things didn't seem different at all. Not with the way they so easily were able to be in each other's company. Though Arthur knew the talk they had some days ago were huge reason for it. He looked at the children as they came, watching his daughter beam with joy as she sat close to Guinevère.

"Papa! Make sure you watch! I want flowers in my hair every day!" Arthur chuckled, playing into his daughter's enthusiasm. "I don't think I can do as good a job." Mirela was hardly discouraged. "Practice makes perfect!" Arthur was suddenly eating his words. "Lady Guinevère! Can you please teach my papa?!" Arthur just shook his head playfully. "Look at what you've done," he said teasingly towards Gwen. When his sons came to join him, Alymere sat on one side, where Galahad sat on the other. And shortly after, Lunete joined him, commenting she had never met a prince. Galahad was not amused.

"Well there's another one over there," he stated bluntly, pointing to his brother. "Go meet him!" He added on, as he tried to shift away a little from Lunete. Arthur couldn't help but watch with both . . . surprise and amusement at the pair, as he started to make plates for everyone. Alymere looked at Guinevère when she asked him, his lips curling into a smile. "I do," he confirmed, trying to contain his excitement but it was still evident. "Father has started me on the sword. I hope to learn the crossbow next," he said, looking at Arthur eagerly before turning back to Guinevère. "I hope to be a good knight one day. To serve with honour and valour." "And to fight!" Galahad added in. It was clear which one took their studies more seriously.

[Guinevère]

Arthur leaned in closer, and Guinevère's eyes lingered on his. She smiled at his words, and felt a blush begin on her cheek. This man. Oh! This man didn't even have to try with her sometimes and she just melted into his words. "I don't think that possible." She said back, her voice less of a tease, but still happy. She hadn't felt this at ease in a while. It felt good!

Lunete looked back at the other brother and then Galahad. "I've met him already!" She told him, watching as he moved away. "I'm not going to bite you! Why do you move away?" She asked, sliding closer. "I never saw a sword before! I never seen one until I came to here!" She looked at the king and and the other prince "Can I watch you fight?" She had never seen knights fight before, and was clearly wanting to see it! "Merlin and Mama told me stories!" She looked to the king, seeming to ignore Galahad for the moment, "You saved my Mama! I know the story! . . . And you said you'd tell me a story too!" "Lunete!" Guinevère warned her, since her daughter was not using her manners. "Please, sire?!" Lunete corrected.

Guinevère looked at the prince, "Are you good?" She asked, knowing that young Arthur would have made a pop and show over her question. SHe could see . . . a formality in him that she wasn't sure how to reach through yet. It made her want to help him smile and enjoy himself some.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Galaad was already reaching for one of the goodies when Lunete asked why he moved away. "Because you keep moving closer to me!" He stated, the obvious answer yet not actually explaining why he moved away from her to begin with. Though he was glad he didn't have to build upon it for she was now asking Alymere and his father about things! Arthur smiled at Lunete's excitement. "As long as your mother is alright with it?" He both asked and stated as he glanced at Guinevère before looking back at Lunete. "Then you are most welcome." If Arthur knew when she would be there, he would make certain to alter the training so that it wasn't as intensive but rather, more enjoyable to watch. To put on a bit of a show for Guinevère's daughter.

She then spoke of stories and he couldn't help but smile hearing that Guinevère had told the one where he saved her. A slight chuckle escaped him when she added a please to her reminding him that he would tell a story too. "That's right, I did say that," he commented, as if he had forgotten which . . . he did not. "Hmmm, now what story was it that I was going to tell . . . " He questioned with an exaggerated attempt to remember, as if he had actually forgotten. Alymere smiled shyly at Guinevère as she asked if he was good, and gave a small shrug of his shoulders as he shyly shifted a little closer to Arthur. Arthur just smiled at looked at his son.

"He's excellent," Arthur praised, ruffling Alymere's hair a little. His son was modest; a trait that Arthur had not had when it came to his training when he'd been young. "My brother will be one of the best!" Galahad boasted. Alymere just continued to smile. "I hope so," he added quietly. "He started training earlier than expected, showing great promise at his age. I have no doubts that he will excel." And Arthur knew Galahad would have to start training proper training soon too with the promise he showed. Though, Arthur was concerned what would happen once he knew how to use a sword and got one in his hands. His second son was already dangerous with just a slingshot.

[Guinevère]

Lunete turned to look at her Mama, and held up her hands to beg silently. Guinevère blinked at her before reluctantly agreeing, "I don't see why not," She said, not because she didn't want Lunete to go but because she didn't know WHY Lunete wanted to go. She was assuming Lunete was caught up int he moment and wanted to spend more time with the Pendragons. It was a good feeling, but Guinevère also worried about it. Befriending royals, when you were a servant, was a hard place to be sometimes.

Lunete clapped her hands and looked at the prince, "I will see you there!" She told him, before standing up and stepping around him to sit near him, but between him and the king! "You said you'd tell me how my Mama saved a knight!" Lunete couldn't believe her Mama had done something like this!

Guinevère was finishing the young princess' hair, and she wished she had a mirror or something. "There we go! You're all done!" She told her with a brush of her fingers in her golden hair to brush it back from her face. "I am actually not a lady, my princess, I am a dress maker. Would you like to see?" She asked, while pulling the dress out that she made for her. "I made this for you."

Guinevère looked back at Arthur's oldest son and looked impressed. "High praise!" She said, "And do you hope to one day master the sword, or lance?"

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Arthur kept smiling as Lunete reminded him. "Ah yes," he said 'remembering' which story he was to tell. "But the question is . . . which time?" Indicating that Guinevère had saved him a couple of times. Some in emotional ways, other in physical ways. He couldn't help but look at Guinevère as he said it, before his attentions were turned to his daughter when Guinevère completed her hair. Mirela reached behind her to touch it, a bright smiling on her lips as he kept beaming with joy. "Let me see!" Galahad said with that oh so familiar expression Arthur was too used it. As Galahad reached over, Arthur's hands went to his son's sides and pulled him back.

"I don't think so," he said still smiling, but giving his son a knowing look. He was well aware that Galahad was going to mess it up. Mirela didn't seem to notice his plans as he she was too excited! She turned around and wrapped her arms around Guinevère in a hug. "Thank you!!" She exclaimed excitedly while drawing back from the embrace. The sight was enough to make Arthur's heart swell with emotion. As if that wasn't enough, Guinevère pulled out the dress and Mirela's eyes widened at it. "Its SO pretty! Its for me?! REALLY?!" She glanced at Arthur, to which he almost immediately gave a nod. If there was one thing he wished his children to learn, it was never to take anything for granted. To never expect things simply due to their status.

Mirela took the dress excitedly, looking over it with wonder. "Thank you Lady Guinevère!" She seemed to not register what Gwen had said about not being a lady. "I will wear it for a very special day! Maybe when I get to see you again?!" She stood up with it, holding it out in front of her as she jumped up and down a little. In the meantime, Alymere thought over Guinevère's question in regards to what he preferred. "A sword," he finally decided, having to have given it a lot of thought. "It's more useful in every day situations." Alymere paused for a moment before continuing. "But I think it's important to learn how to use all the different weapons." And he was eager to do so.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère watched as Lunete rose up to her knees and waited for the king to explain more! She glared in a very UN-intimidating way as Galahad distracted the king from finishing what he was telling her. "Which time?! What does that mean?!" She asked, moving closer and looking back at her mother, hoping someone told her!

Guinevère was distracted then, as well, when the young princess jumped into a a hug! For a moment she just held her back, but then it seemed to sink in that it was Arthur's daughter with his wife. Her smile falter, but then brighten as the little girl begin talking again. There were moments when she didn't think about, and then moments when she saw Elena in the children as well. The little reminders weren't enough to ruin her day, but they were there. "I am glad you like it! If it's too tight or too big then I will come and fix it for you. Please let me know after you try it on." Guinevère told her with a smile.

Looking from the sister to the brother, Guinevère continued to try to pull the one-day-king from his shell. "That sounds very smart," She told him, "Do you have aspirations of being the best one day?" Looking over to his father, she smiled; "I hear people are still waiting on Dir William to come back to best your father. Perhaps one day you will do it?" She told him, looking back at the younger version of Arthur; who might look like his father in some ways, but acted more of what she remembered of Elena.