"Not just someone, but specifically, you." Gwen shifted her feet at his words, trying to take them in. He needed her? No one had ever needed her. Morgana needed her, but this somehow felt different. "I need someone I can trust." Her brows raised slightly, but he had her full attention. The mystery of what was happening had her taking a small step closer to him, even though her eyes were still cautious.
"I will keep your secrets, my lord," she promised him, not sure why he suddenly trusted her, but wanting to know more. Morgana trusted her, yes, but that had taken years! Did he trust her because Morgana did? Was this something about Morgana? Why had he asked about her nightdress? He kept calling her Guinevère, and she wondered about that too. Yet, not enough to ask him to call her Gwen. She liked the way her name rolled off his lips. Perhaps too much. Maybe she should ask him to call her Gwen. "I am loyal to you and your family. You can trust me." She added on. "What do you need?" Of her, from her. She was willing to help.
She told him she would keep his secrets and he believed her. Guinevère was an honest person and he had to admit that he even felt touched that she offered him this, despite not having been through all that they had . . . yet. However, his heart ached at the mention of her being loyal to his family. For he knew, neither Morgana or his father were loyal to her. They had both tried to kill her on multiple occasions.
Though, Arthur knew better than to try to tell her of these things now. If such was as he believed, she was incredibly good friends with Morgana, and had very minimal interactions with the king. "What I am about to say, will not be easy to believe," he started off. He took a few steps towards the table, pulling out a chair for her. "Please, have a seat," he offered. A gesture done so many times before that it was second nature. "Would you like a drink?" He had water in the pitcher so opted for that, already reaching for a cup to fill for her. Perhaps it would help ease some of the moment, as well as served in trying to make her feel comfortable.
Arthur held out her chair for her, and she was surprised. She hestitated for a moment before moving to sit in it. Guinevère watched as he--NO! Gwen! Gwen watched as he then offered her water while he poured a glass. She was about to decline, but he handed it to her. "Thank you," she said slowly and with a bit of surprise, not sure how to react to him being so nice to her. It was unlike him. He was a prince, and had never thought about a servant like that. Perhaps a lady, when he was trying to be charming, but never a servant. Never her.
"Anything you tell me, I will believe." She promised him, not sure what he planned to say but she was ready to try and help! Besides, it wasn't as if she had much choice. He was going to be king one day! His word was law now and would be then! She only hoped that he would settle a bit before then. Grow with age. That way when Morgana married him, he was better for her! His Pendragon good looks and her le Fey beauty would make beautiful heirs! She only hoped they found love! She wanted Morgana happy!
How wonderful would it be if Morgana and Arthur fall in love!!!
She told him that she would believe whatever he said but . . . he wasn't sure about that. Not because he held any doubt in her, but because, they had yet to go through everything, both good and bad, that would build that emphatic trust for each other. She may trust him as a sovereign, but he wanted her to trust him as a . . . friend. For a lover would be far too much to expect right now, despite how he longed for it.
"I pray that's true," he told her honestly. Instead of sitting, he leaned against the edge of the table so that he was close enough to her, folding his arms across his chest. He knew there was no easy way to say this. "I fear . . . " He was in the wrong era. He had gone back to the past. He . . . how did he even say this?! "I fear sorcery has been at play, and it's effected where I am." And who he was, as well as who she was. But, he supposed he'd best start there, for the mention of magic could indeed help explain things, as well as raise more questions.
Magic. Sorcery. Gwen sat up straighter in her seat at his words and her eyes widened a bit. She'd never seen magic up close. Not real magic. "Someone has used magic on you?" She asked, wondering if that explained why he was so confused recently. Maybe he didn't have control of somethings? Where he was? She was even more intrigued then before--and confused. Where he was? She had thought that he would be confused on who he was.
"Where you are? You mean like . . . you don't know you are in Camelot?" Gweninvere found herself leaning forward a little, trying to understand. "You should tell the king." She said, looking at him, and forgetting for a moment to use his title. "Your father would know what to do." She had faith that Uther would make sure he son was alright! He would find the source and rid it from Camelot.
Something else just happened to come to her, moments after she spoke of the king. "Yet, instead you told me?" She whispered, seemingly trying to sort out the why. "I . . . I didn't use magic, my lord." She hastened to add, just in case.
Arthur slowly nodded when she spoke of someone using magic on him. He did not always leap to the conclusion of sorcery -- even when sometimes he should. He was not his father. Yet in this particular instance, he knew it was the only explanation. And speaking of the king . . . "I cannot," he told her. He decided to elaborate. "The moment I speak of magic, he will hunt down the sorcerer . . . no matter the cost." And it usually involved rounding up innocent civilians, or anyone even suspected of sorcery. He knew the workings of his father's mind. No. He needed to have a clear head before he saw him.
Something he still longed for and yet was afraid of. For, he had mourned him, and was uncertain he could mourn his death again. He couldn't bare it. "I'd rather understand why this is happening," he added on. He wanted to understand the motives, not just accused everyone of it. Her next question . . . well, it made sense. As she spoke of him not knowing where he was. He tried to think of how to better phrase it. "As in . . . where in time," he said, knowing it just further confused the situation. "For, I have lived for years beyond what is present." More confusing, yet how better could he explain it for he did not understand it himself. She then quickly told him that she didn't use magic. "I know," he reassured her softly. Despite the multiple accusations of it, he knew she had no magic within her. "I know this is not of your doing," he added on with the utmost certainty.
Magic. He was under a spell. One he didn't want to tell his father bout it. It was the most that she'd ever heard him speak about his father, and it was about how he didn't agree with her father. Not using so may words, but it meaning was clear. She wasn't sure how she felt about knowing he disagreed with Uther's handling of magic. At least in this case.
Guinevère moved her cup to sit on the table, and tried to take all this in. He knew it was magic, and instead of seeking it out to kill it he wanted to understand why it was done. It was very unlike his father. She . . . . approved. Not that her approval mattered, but she liked that he wanted to know more, and wasn't ready to just react. "For, I have lived for years beyond what is present." She grew still, even as he assured he that he knew she wasn't apart of this. He had lived for years beyond this time? . . . . . she wasn't sure she understood what he was saying. He was from another time? A time yet to come?
She knew she needed to say something, as she sat there staring up at the prince. He was just leaning there on the table. After saying he was under a spell. "You are . . . " How did she even say the words. The sounded too absurd to say. After another silent moment she tried again, "A spell made you come here?" She asked, trying to ask something. "From where? . . . or when?"
She was confused, yet still trying to understand. And wasn't calling him insane . . . yet. He himself understood her confusion though, for it was mutually felt. He didn't know how, who, or why . . . or even the extent of what was going on. Only that he was here. And, there was a reason for it. Good or bad.
"If Merlin is not yet among us, then it is at least 5 years," he stated, trying to think. He paused for another moment, looking at her. "How many years has it been since the Great Purge?" He asked, figuring that would be a good time frame to start with. Merlin had come twenty years after the Great Purge, during the celebrations. Arthur was also too aware that he knew nothing of Guinevère at this time so asking her about what was occurring in her left would not help. Best gain the timeline based on what was happening in Camelot.
Merlin. SHe didn't know this name, but in the larger theme of things that wasn't a detail she was worried about. What she was worried about what the prince of Camelot thought he was under a spell. She knew that he could be. She knew that magic users attacked sometimes, and it wasn't unheard of. Yet, it was nothing she'd seen before! She didn't know if she should believe him or if she should run for help because the Prince was confussed--yet would a spell not explain why he was confussed?
She glanced at the door, but then back at him. She'd promised him not to tell, and she knew she had too. Even if this was more then she was ready to believe. "I don't know a Merlin." She told him, since he was clearly needing to see the man. He'd asked twice about him now. "Is he someone important in . . . your time?"
"How many years has it been since the Great Purge?" He thought he was from 5 years in the future?! Gwen didn't ask about the future--about herself, or if Morgana was a princess by then), because she didn't really know if she believed it. It was so . . . . hard to believe. "Later this year we shall be celebrating the 20th year of magic being gone!" She told him, glad to be of help, and a little glad to talk about something normal! ". . . Well, not gone," she corrected, since he thought he was under a spell. "I wasn't calling you a lair, my lord!" She added, "But mostly gone."
She didn't know a Merlin. "Yes," he answered honestly. "He is someone important to you too." Considering they were close friends. Though in hearing that they would be celebrating 20 years since the Great Purge soon, it helped give some insight into where he was. But the question was . . . why was he brought to this particular time period? "He will be coming soon then," Arthur said thinking aloud. Why now? Why here? It was before Arthur had formed the connections that had shaped his life. With Guinevère. With Merlin.
Why, now? He looked at her as she quickly corrected herself, not wishing to offend him. He couldn't help the slight smile. How different she was. From the woman who called him an arrogant pig, and challenged him in ways that taught him so much . . . to, this. Apologizing for a slip of words. "There's nothing to apologize for," he assured her softly. "Magic is never truly gone from Camelot. That is learned the hard way." And would continue to be learned when the celebrations took place. "I'm sorry Guinevère. To put you in this position of telling you something I ask you not to share with others." He could imagine it was a burden, especially now when they hadn't built that trust for one another. That love for one another.
She would be friends with a knight? Gwen wondered if he was thinking clearly! What did she have in common with a knight? -- What did she have in common with a prince?! Yet here they were! "There's nothing to apologize for," He told her, and she smiled softly, glad that he wasn't mad. "Magic is never truly gone from Camelot. That is learned the hard way." That was . . . shockingly wise coming from the prince. It made her face turn a little serious, but understanding. "I'm sorry Guinevère." THAT made her eyes widen a little bit more. An apology and her name. He looked at her, and really looked at her. "To put you in this position of telling you something I ask you not to share with others." Because that was very . . . . . Who was this man?
Gwen looked at him and wondered if this was the prince. Was he Arthur Pendragon under a spell? Or was the spell only too look like the prince? "You do not seem yourself," She told him, trying to decide which this was. She didn't know the prince well enough to know for sure. Perhaps once she saw him with Morgana she would know. Arthur would ALWAYS act a certain way around Lady Morgana. They's tease and play, even in their softer moments, they had a banter she'd never seen before. "Is the future so different then?" She asked, trying to figure out what she believed.
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
Feb 24, 2019 21:03:14 GMT -5
Sunkissed Paradise Crafted By Alisha A 2014 Adoxography Exclusive
This theme is best viewed on Google Chrome
"Sunkissed Paradise" premade theme created by Alisha of Adoxography and Proboards Support for use on Proboards v5 Forums. Tabbed content script by Kismet of RPG-D. Icons adapted from Font Awesome. Please only modify this theme according to the creators conditions and specify them here upon doing so.