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Merlin. Why had he not shared this with them? What if it could have led them to look at things differently? Knowing it was Lancelot would have spared them months of heart ache! Perhaps even more? Arthur asked about the woods and Guinevère lifted her eyes to look at him. He didn't know? Had Merlin not delivered her message?! No! Merlin would have! He'd have done it over something that important! Maybe Arthur didn't know where they met?

"During . . . during my banishment, I over heard Morgana and Helios planning. She spoke of your uncle. Merlin found me in the woods, helped me since I was injured, and said he would tell you. He asked me to come back, but . . . I couldn't face you. So he sent me to Eldor instead. To his mother." She explained, watching Arthur's face. "Merlin said he would tell you. I believed him, I still do." She didn't want to make the mistake of not believing someone without proof, but if Arthur didn't know . . . then what else had Merlin kept from them?

She didn't want to believe it. "I told him of their plan, and that they were using your uncle to get close to you and try to control you." Which made sense, his uncle had tried to break them up before. WHen it didn't work, Morgana sent Lancelot.

He kept calling her Guinevère! . . . . and she sort of liked it, but it also freaked her out! He said it like he meant it! Like it was a promise, or had hidden meaning! He said it like he'd might have said it a million times! Guinevère-GWEN froze when he bent to clean up the vase too, and stared at him with wide eyes, shocked and speechless that the spoiled, arrogant, never-said-please-to-anyone prince, was cleaning up a mess! He was clearly under a illness or sickness! OR spell! OH! His father was going to go mad!

He asked her if SHE was alright, and Guinevère was about to reply, but he touched her! JUST TOUCHED HER! Her face looked at his hand, and it made her lips brush his skin, and she felt herself blush harder then ever before--secretly she liked strong me, but had always looked for someone more ordinary. After Elyan left, she wanted someone safe, who would stay. AND NOW she had the kingdom's strongest knight, and prince touching her face! AS IF HE REALLY WORRIED AND CARE!

THEN HE SAID PLEASE! Leaning back, Guineve--GWEN pulled from his touch, and stared at him. "Forgive me, sire, but are YOU feeling well?" She asked, not daring to touch him, but she did look at his hand as she pulled away. "Shall i fetch your father? Or Gaius or Morris?" She asked him, wanting to run get help but worried that he might be sick.

Arthur Pendragon

The kiss began to ease some of the torment in her. She knew it would only build again as she began thinking of that night. Of the things that were said, of the times that followed--Helios. The deer. Once she began letting herself think of these things, she would only find there was more to think of. Once, it had been her punishment, now she wasn't sure how to think on it. She wasn't sure of anything any more.

Arthur pulled from the kiss, and she sat there trying to think of what to say next--when his words made the coldness return. "Mer--" No! He was wrong! Merlin wouldn't know something like this and say nothing! "He couldn't have." Merlin was her dearest friend! He was Arthur's dearest friend! He had done everything to help them over the years, why would be be silently about something like this?!

She remembered his face as she walked brokenly out of the city, and he had stood there and watched her. "No, Merlin would not have not spoken up! He would have said something to you, or i about it! He would have . . . he would have!" She tried again! NO! Merlin was her friend! "He knew how much we've worked for this! He knew how much it was killing me! He even tried to ask me to come back that day in the woods, and I told him I couldn't. He would have said something, if he knew." Yet Arthur would not have said it, if it wasn't true!

"Why would he not?"

Guinevère was able to look at him, until he spoke of doubting her. Blinking she looked down and away; not because he had doubted her but because it was a reminder of how Morgana had made Guinevère doubt and hate herself for years. He'd spoke of how Morgana had done so much to her, but Guinevère knew why. She was the easiest target when you wanted to hurt Arthur. They'd gone after her brother, knowing it would get to Guinevère, they'd gone after her many times over the years because Arthur loved none above her. . . . . and she was an easy pray.

"Morgana knew the only thing that we'd let hurt us, was us." Guinevère said softly, not looking up at him. She'd gone well this time it seemed. "It is not the first love spell that we've seen. I didn't know you were under one either, when Lady Vivian was here. You could not have known then, either." She hoped he believed her, for she didn't have the mind to convince him just yet. Perhaps once this settled in her she could.

She's spent so many years avoiding saying 'his name', but she owed him this much. "Everyone thinks he died a traitor." It wasn't right. Lancelot had been a man of honor. Everyone thought she had betrayed her king, and the man she loved. She didn't care about that. She only cared that Arthur knew the truth. Turning to looked at him, and finally was calming enough to take in the sight of him. He was crying! It made the tears that had dried on her cheeks begin to fall once more, though this time they were silent. Lifting her hand she wiped them from his cheek.

Yesterday he'd forgiven her. In this moment, that forgiveness still meant the world for her. He had thought she'd done the unspeakable, and still he loved her more then her mistakes--and now, knowing she'd been under a spell, she loved him for it. Leaning forward she kissed him! Because he loved her, and she needed that right now.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there for. Moments, hours, or days. Night could have fallen, and the sun came again for all Guinevère was able to tell; or perhaps it was only a short time before her tears slowed and she began to calm. She wanted to forget it, and pretend and forget all about it. She didn't want to deal with any of it. Yet, she still had so many questions. So much that now needed to be said. Things she didn't yet think of.

Yet there was something above all else. The first thing she needed to say, because it was the one that had slowly ate at her for years. When she thought of that night, and why she'd done it; Guinevère had never been able to explain it. She had never been able to explain why she'd gone, and why's she'd done it. The regret had always felt stronger then the memory of the feelings she had for Lancelot--because they hadn't been her's. "I took it off," she whispered, not lifting her head. Her voice sounded distant from herself, as if she was thinking a loud more then talking to him. "In the cell, I threw it at the wall. It broke the spell." Which brought her to the most important part. Slowly lifting up se stared into his face, "I didn't betray you," she said, finally--FINALLY feeling as if she could understand that night.

She loved Arthur. She hadn't betrayed him. She'd still hurt him, but not willingly. "He came to my home during the joust. Told me he got it for me. I didn't want to hurt him, knowing he loved me . . . so I wore it. The longer I did . . . the less I understood my feelings."

She brought him back. It took Guinevère a few seconds of repeating that phrase in her head before it began to be clean. Morgana brought him back . . . from the dead. Guinevère still wasn't looking at Arthur, but his words were sinking deeper into the coldness of her body. Morgana had done it to destroy them. The words didn't even hurt to hear right now, because she wasn't sure she could feel anything.

Morgana hated them enough to attack them by bringing someone back from the dead and enchanting a bracelet to make her--Oh! The cold moved down her body as the realization hit her harder then Arthur had when he saved her from the dragon. The room spun, and she felt dizzy. She. Hadn't. Betrayed him. It was a spell! She'd not broken a promise! She'd not lost her head in the moment! She'd not betrayed her heart or her king!

This was good news! . . . and yet she still felt cold, and frozen in place. It was as if her body new what her mind didn't. There was something darker here. Something, nor good.

Arthur must have moved closer, for one moment he was back away and the next he moved down toward the floor; the sudden movement making her jump from surprise of finding him closer--and the jerk breaking her out of the stunned, frozen shock she'd be in! A SPELL! Morgana had taken her body, and forced it to kiss another! Someone who'd been dead! She'd forced her to break Arthur's heart so he'd cast her out! It's worked! She'd kissed and touched, and . . . and put herself between Arthur and the formally-dead-Lancelot. She'd been banished! Sent from the only home she'd ever known! Helios! Arthur's words that night too her! She'd been a deer! She'd been shot!

Her hands shook, and she began crying! Arthur was on the floor and she didn't know why; having missed everything he'd said after. He was sorry? For what Morgana had done? There was so much happening here she was overwhelmed, and frightened (even though it had been over years ago), and she felt so alone, and . . . . cold! She felt so cold. Tears shaking her body, she slowly lowered to sit before him, folded herself in half, and rested her head in his lap as she began to cry. She didn't' know what else to do. There was too much to think, and she didn't want to think about any of it.

Once, Guinevère had sat by Morgana's bed all night for fear she have another horrid nightmare, and when she woke up her toes had felt different. They's tingled and inched, and lacked feeling; yet at the same time every feeling was a pin prick inside her skin. It was as close to she could come to describing how her whole body felt. She felt cold, and her skin felt as if something had crawled on it. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she wished she had sat.

Lifting her hand from her belly, Guinevère rubbed her face trying to feel something. "H--" She was about to defend Lancelot to Arthur, and that was something she had not done since that night. "He wouldn't side with her." She said, shaking her head. It was then she realized she wasn't even looking at him any more. She couldn't. She couldn't meet his eyes right now. She was cold and she couldnt . . . she needed to . . .

Bringing her hand down from her face, she caught sight of the ring. Her ring. She was his wife. "What are you telling me, Arthur?" She asked, her voice louder then she meant it to be, but Guinevère felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, and she wanted nothing more then for him to pull her back! To make this better! Yet, she wasn't sure she wanted anyone touching her.

Because if this meant she had been enchanted, then the weight of it was about to make her buckle under it.

Her home was damaged?! Guinevère thought of her father for a moment, and wished she could go see. It had been her home with her father, and one of the few memories she had of him. Plus, there was so many fond memories there of other people. Elyan . . . Arthur. She didn't want to leave the room though, so she would eat before going to look at her home, and making a plan to fix it.

"Pity," she teased, but blushed while she said it. "That would be tempting." She was teasing him, with his offer to stay HERE. Though she knew she would return to her home as soon as she could. "And thank you. It will only be until I can repair whatever is done to it. I have . . . fond memories there." She smiled at him, hoping he was thinking of their first kiss too.

"And the citadel? Is there much damage here too?" She asked, having not looked around too much on their way up here. She didn't know what Mogana had done after she left. Morgana's magic could have done anything here. Her men that were loyal to her could have burned the place . . . but it didn't appear to be so.

Guinevère had an oddly productive day. Happiness sat well on her. She loved being happy, and by nature was often happy. At the lunch hour, she had attempted to find her husband, but he was in a meeting with Gaius. She was told it was important. Wanting to know, she almost sought him out but instead decided to visit the market. Arthur would tell her later. At the market she found his favorite sweet, and bought him some. After yesterday, he needed a little extra something.

Upon her return, no one knew where to find him. No one. Not even Merlin! Guinevère began looking, and ended up sending some of the knights to begin looking! She grew worried--until one of them told her he had been seen! FINALLY! He had gone to his chambers and said he wasn't to be disturbed! Guinevère lifted her skirt slightly in her effort to hurry down the halls to their chamber.

Guinevère entered the chamber to find him there. "Arthur!" She sighed with relief and confusion. "I've been looking for you everywhere!" She hurried toward him, teaching out to remove some dust from his hair. "What's happened?" Her voice was soft, as she could see he was upset. Had someone died?! One of this brothers? A knight or . . . . Morgana. Had she done something to hurt him again?