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Post by Guinevère on Mar 19, 2019 20:10:09 GMT -5
Guinevère, or Gwen to most, moved around the room and tidied a few things. The room was mostly clean, but she tried to put a pot of flowers here, or there. She tried to bring some cheer to the room. Looking at the man sitting in the chair, she paused while lost in though. His back was too her, so she wasn't worried he'd notice--not that he noticed much these days. Uther Pendragon was nothing like the titian he was before. Once she had barely seen him as a man. He was a title, a king. He was untouchable, and for good or not he was her king.
Uther had been fair to her in her youth, but after her father was killed she'd never felt the same for him. She respected the crown, and was loyal to it, but it had been a troubled feeling. Her love for the other Pendragon, was what had softened it. Until he had banished her for loving Arthur. She knew Arthur loved his father, but she did not.
Now, she felt sorry for him. Morgana had broken him, and Uther didn't seem to recover. Even weeks later. Walking around to stand before him she spoke up, "Are you hungry, my lord? Can I fetch you some lunch?"
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