Things had happened so quickly, and the decisions that needed to be made, done with haste. Which, was highly unsettling for the young king considering the magnitude of such decisions. But then, was there even really a choice? His father had always told him that whatever he did, he had to do with the kingdom in mind. That every decision, impact the citizens of Camelot. This circumstance, had those words ringing in Arthur's mind far too loudly. How many times had his father told him that his own happiness was irrelevant? That love had nothing to do with marriage. That he had to think of the good of the kingdom.
He'd fought hard to prove his father wrong, and show that a kingdom's strength came in the bond of love between a King and Queen, for they were stronger because of it. But now, the alternative was war. And to think of all the blood that would be on his hands if he did not agree to the terms. Which, was what had him sneaking out at this hour of the night to see Guinevère. The news was not made public, but she needed to know before anyone else did. And he hadn't the faintest idea of how he was going to tell her. Shrouded with his clock, he knocked on her door, his mind racing with ways to form the words that needed to be said . . . for they went against practically every emotion he felt in his heart.
Guinevère heard the knock at her door, and paused for a moment to look at it. She didn't often get visitors, but the few she did were welcome. Walking over to the door she opened it slightly, then wider as her smile grew on her face. Very welcome. She tried not to let her eyes dart around the growing darkness behind him, so if anyone was watching they wouldn't think anything of it, but she didn't quite play it off as calm as she hoped. Her smile was too pure.
Once the door was closed, she turned toward him. "Arthur," she greeted, stepping closer. She knew if he came here that something was on his mind. Ever since Uther died he had the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders. It made Guinevère glad he sought her out to let her share this burden. To help him bare this great weight. Perhaps it was best she start this conversation properly? Smiling at him she leaned in to press her lips to him.
They could, after all, face anything as long as they did it together.
He gave a small smile when he saw her, having known this was going to be difficult but seeing her . . . kissing her, made it all the more impossible. Still, he closed his eyes and selfishly basked in the embrace that may be one of their last kisses. Easing out of it he belatedly opened his eyes, trying to find the best way to say this. Though, perhaps there was none. No best way. No easy way.
"Guinevère," he began to say, knowing he had to explain this from the beginning. While whispers of war would not be the surprise, the way they managed to avoid it would be. "Perhaps, we should sit down." Because this was not going to be something quickly explained and then left alone. No. He needed to really tell her and . . . needed her to understand that this was not what he wanted. But something that the kingdom needed.
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 *
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