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Guienvere felt him pull back and unlace his trousers. Her eyes drifted down over his chest, and down his abs as they came to rest on the laces. She watched them slowly unlace, and his cock slide out. She looked away, up to his face while he pushed out of them. She felt a nervous tremble in her hand, as she moved it to rest on his arm. She knew he'd never hurt her, but she'd heard so many things about this . . . .

Arthur told her that he loved her, and she smiled up at him. That was easy to believe. She knew he loved her! Pushing into her she felt him stretching her, and filling her! Her eyes closed and her hands tightened around him! There was a sharp twinge, but then only fullness! Exhaling loudly it turned to a soft moan. One hand dropped to rest on his hip, and her knees drew tight against time!

And now, she was his wife in truth! Breathing deepening, and quicker, Guinevère felt her muscled around his cock tighten, trying to adjust to accommodate him. "Arthur," she breathed his name, almost begging him to move and give her ease! It hurt, in the best sort of way! The pressure building up wonderfully!

She liked his response, but fouces on the end of it before the beginning of it. Were they going to make him? Surely he knew that as king, there wasn't anything anyone would make him do? She tried not to smile at his words. "Arthur, you are a king now. No one can make you do anything you do not wish to do." She told him.

Stepping closer still she reached out to touch his arm. "I only spoke of it because I know being a king is something I couldn't imagine. You will get to define what the laws are, and how the kingdom will grow. If you do that by seeking out an marriage that would help it, I wouldn't . . . .I would understand." However, "Yet I too think that happiness is worth more then coin and land." That the chance of love was worth the risk.

"I'd like . . . I'd like to still---I mean if you still---" How did one ask a king to fall in love with her? "I'd like to go with you them." To his village. "I'd like a tour." And so much more.

Guinevère smiled at his words, seeming to doubt her earlier thoughts but not quite ready to let it go. "Are you sure?" She asked, not wanting to feel as if she expected anything to happen. She hadn't pushed him to be king to give herself an advantage. She did it because she believed he'd be a better king then Morgana--and then believed he'd be the best king for the kingdom!

Stepping closer, she looked up at him. "You don't wish to marriage a princess?" She asked, wanting to be with him, but knowing that he might have pressures or something might change. "A princess might bring you more. Land, or coin, and an alliance you might need?" Guinevère hadn't kissed him since the sword was pulled, and that was because she was waiting for him to make his choice--and apparently he had? With her in mind too? It humbled her, and she needed to be sure before she let hope bloom.

"So the king is in my debt now," she teased him, as they walked, since he had teased her saying she was in his debt. Not that she believed either owed a debt to the other. It was all in fun, just like it was before at his village . . . Which made her remember she needed to stop flirting with him. He was the king after all. She was a servant, and this couldn't be.

He was going back!? For a visit she hoped. "Arthur," she hesitated, slowing her step while they were alone. "I'd love to go, but . . . you're a king now. People will judge you by who you are seen with." And she was Morgana's servant, turned his servant? Or a servant in the castle maybe. "I am not sure that I would be appropriate." Though she wanted nothing more then to be his friend. TO be more then his friend. "I promised to follow you whenever you went, and I will. However that might be."

"It will take time for everyone to build faith in the Pendragon name," she corrected herself, knowing what he meant about the cape. He had refused to wear it that night before he left. He refused to wear it now. The color or the seal, or the cape. Yet he wore the crown, and that was the first step to changing the minds of everyone--the people and himself.

"You owe a debt?" She asked, while trying to think of how since he'd not been to the city other then the once before. Oh! "I owe a debt!" She corrected, again with a small laugh at realizing what he meant. He wanted to see the market, and the town, and the people. Her chin lifted with pride as she looked over at him; "Well then, I better make sure to pay my debts."

Looking around she decided which way would be best, and then gestured at a path they'd almost just passed. "Lets go down this way," Moving with him there, she explained, "It will keep us from going through the market. We can save that for last since everyone will wish to speak with you!" Especially while he walked with the crown on! Though she wasn't going to let him remove it until everyone knew who he was! "This is a path used by the tavern there, and the baker there, to move their supplies in and out without filling the street. However, during mid-day it's a short cut I used to take to the citadel for work."

They were out from prying eyes for the moment, in the shadowed back way, so she spoke freely. "You know, our last one was cut short," she reminded of how they'd ended it swiftly, when she realized who he was. "I never did apologize for how I handled that. I hadn't expected to find you."

Guinevère looked up from his embrace, so she could stay in his arms and still see his face. "There are many people out there who seek power, and gold. They will always try to harm you or the kingdom. As long as we are together, we can be stronger." Learn from their past, and be stronger when the next attack comes; then love would always over power hate.

Arthur asked about her in the woods, and Guinevère's soft smile faded slightly. "You did," she began taking his hands in her own. Her story would not be an easy one. "Let us sit," she began, pulling on his hand to move them to sit on the edge of the bed together. "I was working on a farm, when Helios attacked it looking for men. They killed many but he spared me." For pleasure. She thought about that time there. How she knew no one would come for her. She was completely alone there. She'd really lost everyone then.

"He favored me, and asked me to join him for supper . . . well, told me too. Morgana interrupted the supper. I was so far from home, and dressed . . . unlike me. She didn't look lose, and didn't know it was me. I over heard her plan, and saw the map she had. I knew that I had to warn you, so I ran." She'd clung to his ring that night. Knowing it was all she had left, and that she had to pull his courage and strength from it.

Her voice was slow, and almost distant as she looked at their linked hands, the rings on their fingers. She knew she should look at him, but the feelings she had then--that she didn't blame him for--were still so strong even years later. She'd never felt more alone and afraid in her life. She never would.

"You were with the princess. Hunting. I was running from Helios, and Morgana. They were there too, but not as close. To keep me from giving you the warning, Morgana cast another spell." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant as she thought about these times. Her hand tightened on his, both because she needed his support, and because he would need hers. "She turned me into a deer."

Guinevère pulled his hand over her leg where there was a scar there. Smaller then she assumed it would be. "You missed. She didn't." There was no accusation there. Only an acceptance of what happened. She knew there was no way Arthur could have known. Yet it was in this moment that she realized . . . Merlin somehow had. "I don't remember how i got away, but when I woke Merlin was there. It was dark, and he'd built a fire. He bandaged my leg, and sent me to his mother. Said I'd be safe there." And she was, until Arthur showed up.

Guinevère heard his last words, and leaned forward to kiss him. She didn't hesitate, just lean forward and kissed him! His words meant the world to her! They were true, and she knew them to be for his actions spoke louder then his words. He'd given it up, for her, even when he wasn't ready to see her. Years later, he made sure she knew he forgave her; and loved hr completely! Even knowing there wasn't anything to forgive now, his actions meant to the world to her.

"There is something good from this," she told him, "Yesterday." Where they moved on. "Yesterday we proved that were stronger then a spell. That your love was stronger then a spell. That is the part I will hold on to." And somehow she would find a way to move on from the rest. It would take time, but she'd find a way. Because Arthur was still here, and still loved her!

"That night came close to ruining everything, but we are stronger then Morgana's hate." They were still on the floor, and she reached for his hands, standing on he could stand too; and then she moved into his arms. Where she belonged!

"I had not exactly made Camelot feel welcome to you." No, but he had reason too, since at the time they both believed she'd betrayed him for another. He had been fair, since his Uncle had wanted him to kill her."I would never see you harmed, Guinevère." She knew, and she told him do. "I know. I never believed you would." Even if she'd come back, she knew it wouldn't be her life.

"All I wanted was a reason . . . and had I known magic was involved . . . " It was then she realized that they'd both had thought she'd done. Neither of them believed this was far from who she was, enough to think of magic was the reason. She couldn't expect him to have though so, if she couldn't either. Everyone had thought she'd done it. The knights that had walked her from the cell to the throne room had pushed her to her knees. None of her friends had come to say goodbye. They'd all sided with Arthur. Knowing now that she'd been under a spell--hurt worse then it had before. A tear fell over her cheek, at the reminder of how alone she'd felt for so long.

This is what she feared, the knew layers of emotions that would take over old memories. "I thought . . . " She looked at him, but he wasn't looking at her. Reaching forward she gently turned his face back to her own. Yes, it was easy to look away from each other, but they had proven they were stronger then that. "It would have been for the best." Perhaps it was. At the time. "I only hurt her in the end," A lot of people were hurt over one spell. Morgana's mark had been true. "It was a mistake. I knew I could not marry another. That I could never love another." And there was the silver living.

"Words that prove true, even years later." She told him softly, holding on to that more then the hurt. Because even when they did believe her to be unfaithful, and to have broken her promises--he loved her still. Guinevère wanted to look away, but after asking him to look at her when he spoke of hard things, she knew it wouldn't be fair. "I saw you together," she told him, knowing that he wouldn't have seen her. She had been under another spell at the time, and this time it had made her a deer. "I wouldn't have blamed you for seeking happiness." Yet she'd not gone back, because it had hurt too much. "You deserve it . . . more then most."

This was it! This was it! This was it! The chant in her mind came over and over as the doors opened! Arthur walked in and and she found her face smiling! He would be king! He was already a king, but this would proclaim to everyone that Arthur Pendragon was the king of Camelot; and he was king by destiny and blood! He had the sword from the stone to prove it!

Her skin broke out into goosebumps and she watched as he walked down, and keeled before someone for the last time! He spoke the words, and then . . . . he was king! Leon's voice rose out to begin the chant, and then the room filled with a chorse of words that filled the halls with a wonderful sound! "Long live the king!" Arthur's eyes found her's and she smiled, her chin going up in pride as he stood there with the crown! She blinked away the tears that prickled her eyes and clapped her hands together once, before holding them to her heart that beat so hard!

This was everything she'd wanted for him, but would never had (again) asked it of him! Yet seeing him there now, a king, she also knew this was where she had to let him go.

The room grew quite, and everyone began staring at him. It was time for his first words as king! She could see his face, and knew he wasn't comfortable with this, even though he hid it well. Everyone looked at him now, waiting to see if he would give them hope, as she knew he would! Guinevère smiled up at him, with more an understanding smile at his discomfort, then an expectant one. It was time to be the light int he darkness.