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"You'll never lose me," He told her, but after these days Guinevère was all too strongly aware that she could well lose him. She had felt that fear in her heart, and knew that it could happen one day, and she could pray that it never did. "I shall thank you for taking care of me." Smiling she blushed slightly, but knew that nothing could have kept her from his side. "Well, it's what you do . . . " When you love someone. She would always come to his aid.

"At least this time, it wasn't your fault." She teased him, recalling how he had always followed his heart no matter were it lead him. She was only grateful that now he had brother to make sure he got home safely no matter what. Even bickering over a girl--they would not leave him, and worked together to make sure he was safe.

"Can we take a walk?" "Can you?" Did he feel strong enough? Guinevère moved to hoover over him some, as if she feared he might try and fall over. "Let me help you at least!"

She smiled brightly at his pretend threat, thought she wished they had all the time in the world and she could beg him to pull her back to their warm little escape. "Then I perhaps instead, you should surprise him, and so wake him?" She offered, knowing Thomas would be ecstatic at the idea of finding Arthur there. The relationship between the two had truly come such a long way.

Thomas no longer saw just a hero and king, and Arthur now embraced Thomas fully as his son. She knew that Thomas would never forget his father, and that she and the other would help him honor Lancelot in his own way as he grew up. Yet she also knew that ever child deserved to have that father figure in their lives and she loved that Arthur was strong enough to be that role to Thomas. She would have asked it of no one else. "I can just see his shocked little face now! Go wake him."
With another just kiss, she moved away to let him, for it would be more of a surprise.

Guinevère felt him move them back and she didn't mind. She was enjoying the kiss and they could hold each other. Arthur's lips moved from her's to her cheek and neck, and his hand moved down her body. It was in these moments that her mind seemed to connect what was happening between them. This was not him wanting to be held in silence or with her talking softly. His hand started to lift her dress and her belly tightened at the idea of his hands on her.

Her breathing was coming deeper and slowly becoming quicker as she became all too aware of how things could end up. She had never been with a man before and had thought for a long while now that it would be Arthur. Only ever Arthur. Yet these thoughts had been after they were married. Guinevère felt nervous, but excited as well. She used her tongue to wet her lips and her hands held to his shoulders.

She didn't want to stop him. She wanted to be with him. She only wasn't sure what to do.

For a moment she feared he would push her away again, yet instead of telling her could not let her do this, he spoke of not bearing the thought of losing her. The kiss that followed was strong, and Guinevère wasn't sure he had ever kissed her like this before. "I love you." The words filled her with renewed hope in them, for surely if he would admit to this, then they could find a way to be together.

Her fingers moved up into his hair and rested there, letting the kiss linger and deepen. She was so glad and grateful to be in his arms again! It made her even more glad she had locked to the doors so they would be alone. She had thought they would talk and it would take longer to get him to accept her not leaving his life. Now with his kisses she knew that he surely must be! "I wont leave you," She reminded him between kisses, so he could not misunderstand how she was taking his kiss.

Guinevère felt him take her arm, and lead her down the halls to his chambers. It was a place that she had not been is so long. Turning she locked the door so they could be alone. He had two other doors to his chambers and she would lock them as well. He was asking her to stop, but she knew she could not--would not.

"I wont." She told him and walked over to lock one door then the other, before walking back to him. "Because I love you, and I would rather help you. If you will not let me do it by your side, then I will do it this way. Helping you see that there is still light in your life. Reminding you that I love you. More then anything. More then anyone! Arthur it's you. It will always be you for me. I will not help you forget that, but remind you."

"I asked Morgana to put the flowers I gave her on the table for supper tonight. I asked Merlin to hide in places. If you stop them from helping me, I will find another way. I will not stop fighting for you Arthur." Moving forward she stretched to her toes and kissed him softly, before falling back to her heels. "Ever."

She watched him leave and her heart dropped slightly. He hoped she fell for another? Moving she opened the door to watch his fading shadow for as long as she could before she shut the door again. Something was not right, and she could feel it in her heart. Arthur might be willing to put distance between them but she was not going to make him face whatever he was facing alone.

Elyan did come, and her mind was distracted for a while. She knew there would be no more walking home alone, and no more nights that he did not stay here. Perhaps some good had come from this, if Elyan would not work so hard. The next morning she made sure to be at Gaius' before Merlin left for work--too early in the morning, and armed with flowers.

Arthur's breakfast tray came up with fruits, an extra bread roll that he liked, and flowers on the tray. Purple ones. His lunch tray that Merlin took him had Arthur's favorites as well, but this time the flowers were blue. Dinner would be a more formal one with his father, as most of them were int he castle, but even still she had a plan!

His plate that put before him had everything everyone had, but in Arthur's folded linen she put another flower. This one lavender. When he would use his napkin, he would find it. Each one was meant to be a reminder that she thinking of him. That her heart was with him.

She worked a few hours in the laundry, and with Merlin's help she made sure that Arthur's sheets and pillows were washed and stored for a few hours separately, so she could get them smelling like the lavender he would find with his supper tray. The next morning he would find more flowers with his tray, and even one with his armor in the armory. With Merlin's help she was making sure he knew she was thinking of him and close by. As the days went on, she found new places to leave flowers. After a few days she even started sending one flower color a day, and made sure she wore that color in her hair as well.

It took her a week before she could find Morgana in the market. It was Guinevère's day off and she needed Morgana's help. After her recent arrest, she did not trust Morgana, but nor could she do this with Merlin's help alone. Guinevère wore her pink gown, and white flowers in her hair. It was the color of the day she was sending to Arthur. In her arms were flowers of every color.

Guinevère waited until Morgana noticed her, and approached her. "My lady," Guinevère said, and began her conversation. The purpose being, to give Morgana flowers, in hopes that she would put them in her room, or somehow Arthur might see them. Guinevère casually suggested that Morgana could put the on the table for supper f she'd like. Perhaps Arthur would see them there.

After her conversation, she went toward the castle to see if she could steal a few moments of Merlin's time.

"Burden me?" She repeated softly as he continued on about the reason he was holding her back, refusing to even see her, speak to her, and even had gone so far as to cause her to need another job. It was nothing they had not known but she had thought their love was strong then the fear. "No." She told him, a strong mix of hurt, and anger in her tone. He had not even spoken to her! He would not even let her touch him because of his idea in his head!

"I love you, and I know in my heart that you love me too, Arthur." She would not let him claim other wise. "You might see this as a protecting me, but tonight proves that even if you withhold yourself from me, that danger can still find it's way to my door."

"You speak of the times that my life has been in danger but you forget that even before you loved me, things had happened. You saved me more times then the others put me at risk." She looked up into his face, and wished she could hold him. She wanted to give him comfort and help him deal with whatever was happening in his life. "If you have told me you loved another I would have let you go." It would have broken her completely, but she would force herself to accept things. "But this I will not."

Guinevère heard his words, but it broke her heart a little more. He could not make her happy? "What you stopped waiting on me then? You said one day things would be different. Why did you stop?" She took a few steps closer, and tried to keep her eyes on his face but it was hard. "You made me happy. Every moment of every day that I knew I held your heart I was happy." So very, very happy.

"You were ill? I wanted to come to you, help tend you but I could not. Then you push me away. I need to understand why. Please. I cannot let you go." Why was this happening to them? "This is not you. The Arthur I know found joy in little things. You look as if you've not smiled in months. Why are doing this to yourself?" To them both. Had something happened, had this come after she was arrested for 'enchanting him' then she could see why he was pushing her away--she would not have liked it, but she would understand.

This she did not understand. This just broke her heart.

Guinevère's hands moved over her dress, while he seemed to stare at her for a moment. It wasn't until he looked away that she breathed in and realized she seemed to have forgotten to breath at all while he looked at her. "I doubt there will be sleep tonight." She knew that she was too on edge. After tonight's . . . . events, she would not sleep well for days. Perhaps she was ask Elyan to sleep at the house instead of at their father's forge.

Elyan was always welcomed here but he was working to rebuild the forge after years of it being unused. He stayed there most nights, and only on his days off did he come here to sleep. With her job loss, Elyan seemed to be trying to take up more to help.

Yet none of this was on her mind for she could only see Arthur. Here, after so long. Why did he push her away like he did? Speak to her like this? He was keeping her from him, and the ones she had thought to be her friends. Why? She knew if she asked he would not tell her, Arthur tried to be like his father, and bare it all alone. Carry the weight alone. Whatever it was on his shoulders, she feared it was breaking him, and for it he had turned away from everyone. Had she done something to cause him to need space? Had they almost been caught again?

Why did he not tell her? "Do you still love me?" The words fell from her lips without warning from her mind, and she hated them. How they sounded from her. "Did something happen between us to make this happen?" She had not been close enough to him to ask before, and she feared this was her last moment.