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Sasha felt as if she had made a huge mistake in telling him that, but it had nothing to do with what his response had been. Should she say something? "I, ah. . . I have wanted to say that for a while," she said quietly, trying not to make eye contact with him for she was too shy. "I was actually waiting for you to. . . say something. . . but, it's been almost a year. . . I didn't think you would say. . . nothing." She just needed to shut up, thne she'd be fine. But she couldn't, and part of her didn't want to stop.

Unfortunately, another woman entered her mind, making her feel even more worried. "I know. . . you must still have feelings for the Lady Vivian, but. . . I just. . . needed you to know that." That was what pushed her shyness over the edge, remembering how he seemed to love Vivian and had fought her father nearly killing him in the process. For a second, she wondered if he'd ever do the same for her if it had come done to a random situation like that.

So then, she just had to ask a dumb question. Because this conversation would be nothing without it. "How do you feel?" She swallowed anxiously. "I mean, do. . . you. . . you know. . . like me?" It was stupid because he obviously still had feelings for Vivian, and now she had just added so much stress to him with this entire talk. . . as if he needed more of it at this point. Morgana, the King's ward whom she knew Arthur cared about deeply, was gone. The kingdom had been attacked by the dragon, that went without saying. And many had died under his watch. . . she had picked the wrong time to tell him.

Sasha raised her right eye brow slightly and grinned when he played along with it. "Hmmmm. . . let's see. . . blonde hair, eyes that stand out, almost as tall as you. . ." She chuckled. He turned around to face her slowly, holding her hand. Formally, he greeted her and kissed the top of her hand. She had to admit. . . she had missed the times when he would do that! "King Arthur Pendragon," Sasha returned the formality playfully. She was so happy that he was the King of Camelot! Even if many wouldn't admit or even think so, but Uther had been a good King. She only agreed with his views on magic because she herself had only seen sorcery used for evil. So she knew Arthur would be a great king. She only knew this because he had been a great man, prince, and knight before wearing the crown. So why not a King? In fact, it probably suited him better than those two ranks.

"I have something for you!" Sasha exclaimed excitedly. She still hoped he'd like it, despite it being a bit. . . overdone. Waiting for him to join her, she slightly brushed past him and sat down on a very nearby metal bench. She held the gift, which was very loose and dangly. When he sat beside her, held it out to him. "Happy birthday, and congratulations on becoming the King of Camelot!" She smiled brightly. Normally she would have cowered in anxiety but not now. She was enjoying herself.

She was also interested to see his reaction to her gift. . . which were two necklaces, both for him and the other woman he loved.

LINK TO IMAGE OF THE GIFT ;; i52.tinypic.com/2cglc1u.jpg ( so basically it's like he has the key to Gwen's heart! xD Wanted to be original, even if she doesn't know the name of the girl he loves :3 )

She liked it when he seemed to relax; placing his hand on her cheek and let his other hand trail slowly up her back. This sent chills through her, the good kind. If it was the right word. . . she had not felt this secure and content in ages! Probably never! At least not after her father had died. When he deepened the kiss, she did also. As if in a sort of thanks for the peace of mind he was giving her, she reached over and stroked gently the back of his ear. She didn't know if he'd like it or not, but it was honestly Sasha's most favourite. If anyone touched her behind the ears she would feel comforted.

She could feel warmth seep into her. His body felt much bigger than hers, even if they were almost the same height as each other. It was if he were hovering over her, yet that couldn't truly be. But that was just how much comfort and enjoyment she was getting out of this. As if it wasn't already, her heart started to go aflame a strong sense of. . . caring. Certainly the strongest -- and most peculiar -- emotion she'd ever felt in her life. She was just. . . somewhere else. Not that she needed to be somewhere else with Arthur! By a river in Camelot was perfect as it was!

Of course, the story had its downside. She could tell Arthur was trying to keep the mood in high spirits, but that was rather difficult while speaking of such a sad thing. Sasha hadn't really realized that until now, for she had been focused on the Prince and his bravery. Proof right there. . . but of what? Why was she thinking of him first and no one else? She had in fact been feeling this for a while. Nearly a year. But she had been waiting for him to bring it up, and say something about it. For she was not the person to express her feelings when they were so personal and strange. . . and nice. "I'm grateful to hear that they survived," she said carefully. Sasha didn't want him to feel bad about how the other knights had died while fighting the dragon. She did her best by giving him comforting words, but at the same time trying not to let him know she was that concerned. "You're a good man, Arthur."

Perhaps. . . now would be the best time to tell him? After all, he had been searching for the Lady Morgana all of the time, helping to repair the castle and lower town, upon many other Princely things; who knew when she'd get another chance like this? But what was she to tell him? That she wouldn't be able to continue breathing if he had died, and that he was all she ever thought about? Sasha opening her mouth to give an attempt at maybe telling him all of this. . . but she was hesitating, so therefore no sound came out. Well, it seemed that nervousness was her grandest feature. And worst of all, he'd probably see it in her face that she was hesitating in telling him something. If that happened, then he'd have caught her and she'd have to tell him. Oh well. She would have to eventually, right? And now was the best time.

It was strange for Sasha to even be back here. Or back here as a figure of speach, because it was rather quiet where she was in the castle. No guards. Her kind of place, somewhere to spend some time alone. She was feeling quite happy today, but she could not understand the source of it. She hadn't really felt this way before, over someone else. Surely it was just general everyday affection between two friends, right? Well, whatever it was she was certainly blissful. This all explained somewhat why she was here; trying new things, because she strangely so happy. She had never been to this part of the castle and so it intriqued her. She had been born here in Camelot, and so she knew her way around from her younger years. But still, it didn't mean that because she had returned nearly a year ago Sasha should know where everything was.

While searching through the desserted halls, Sasha saw a woman up ahead of her. She was heading in her direction. Sasha recognized her as the young lady who had come to Camelot not long ago. She couldn't really place her name though. . . Sasha knew she was a noble though, and that really helped. Looking closely she could see that the mystery noblewoman seemed a bit confused. . . no, it was more of a lost look. Hmmm. . . nothing would hurt in possibly helping her, right? If she needed help, of course. "I'm surprised to see someone in these halls," she said. "It's rather desserted back here." There she went, not knowing what to say to "strangers". So not the way to go, but she kept it friendly. "Do you need any help?"

[ didn't know what time of day it was so I just said afternoon. That okay with you? ]