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Guinevère had heard the knock but not looked it. Rosa didn't knock--at least not when she knew she was expected as there was no reason too. The bed dipped more then it would for Rosa's weight and when she opened her eyes, it was not Rosa's face that greeted her but her husband's eyes. Blinking back the tears that the sightly of summoned she took a slow breath to calm her emotions so she could explain. "I have to break my promise too you," To make it up to him later, for clearly this meant they could not be together.

She moved to sit up a little and her feet curled under her. Her hand lifted to wipe her cheeks clean, and she tried to smile at him but it failed. Looking at his face now she wondered what their son would have looked at had she gotten with child now. "I wanted him to look like you," She said tears in her tone and knowing she was an emotional mess right now. She had wanted their son to have her color but his jawline and height and eyes. She'd wanted him to walk tall be be strong like this father. "I had gotten my hopes up but . . . . " It wasn't meant to be.

Guinevère kissed him back as he moved to leave and called out to him, "Until later, Husband!" When he was gone she smiled brightly and touched her cheeks! OH! This morning was wonderful! She feel back on the bed and could only smile so brightly up at nothing that she felt the morning perfect! Laughing softly she stretched feeling content and happy and wonderful! Yet it seemed, fate did not plan to let her enjoy her day. For as she stretched she felt her calve cramp from the action. Pulling it toward her she held it for a moment, and everything came back to her.

She had forgotten about everything since Arthur had wed her. Including about her how body worked. Before she got her 'time' she always got cramps in her calves and feet! "No!" She whispered, hoping it was nothing! Praying it was nothing! She'd been with her husband almost every single night . . . . even some mornings and one afternoon! She should be breeding with his child not this! She wanted his child! So badly! Please be nothing, she begged herself. Though the timing was right, she knew it was. A month into her marriage almost.

It was nothing she told herself! It was over use! A hot bath! Yes! She needed a hot bath! It would ease things and she would see! It was nothing. . . . yet a few hours later it was no nothing. And a few hours after that, Guinevère crawled heartbroken into her bed and asked Rosa to deliver a message for her. Rosa went to wait by the doors to the council chambers until the king could spare her a moment to deliver a message. When the king stepped out to receive the message, Rosa's eyes were downcast as this was never an easy message to deliver. 'My lord, I was requested to inform you that the queen will not be able to receive you for a few days. She said to tell you that she will have the gift delivered to you, and she will inform you when she is well again.'

Guinevère smiled brightly as he told her she was making it hard for him to get out of his own bed! When he gave her the shirt, she quickly pulled it over her head and then climbed from the bed. It almost reached her knees! Her bare calves could be seen! It made her feel scandals! How shocking! Though the most shocking part was not her half bared legs but how wide the top was! If she left both shoulders on, her breast were almost completely visible! If she pulled it up then her shoulders were almost bare and she feared had the top been any wider then shirt would fall from her!

Hurrying over to her husband, just as his trousers came up over his hips she stepped before him to help him lace them up. Perhaps in hindsight not the most helpful thing to do, for it left her hands so very close to him, even brushing his shaft some as she tightened the laces. Blushing she looked up at him, and took a step backwards. "I think I like you in blue." She told him walking toward one cupboards and opening it but only finding more trousers in there. Shutting it she opened another but no blue shirts, only dress clothing. Finally on the third one she opened she pulled his blue shirt out, paused then reached for his red one for with the gift she gave him, Pendragon red would be more dramatic. "You can wear blue tomorrow, today you are a king and you shall wear your colors!"

She was dressing her husband! It was that moment a knock and Gaius' voice drifted in. "Sire, Lord Godfrey asked me to check on you. Said you felt in pain last night." Guinevère's hand came to her lips as she blushed as red as the shirt in her hands and laughed silently but hard!!!

Did she sleep well? Surely he jest! "Wonderfully." She admitted, not looking from him and only gazing into the deep pools of blue that were his eyes. She loved them. How open and clear and honest they were. "Did you?" She asked, hoping he did not mind her here. Wives were not supposed to spent much time in their husband's chambers for it would leave him no where to escape from her. Yet she enjoyed it here. It felt very manly in here. It made her wish to add flowers.

Yet it also posed the trouble of her having nothing but her gown from last night, which was still on the floor and would be wrinkled! Everyone whom saw her in it would know where she spend last night and whom she'd spent it with. At least her chambers were not far. Yet their clothing was. Meaning to retrieve them someone had to get out of bed with not a stitch on!! She voted it was him. Guinevère liked her husband without a stitch on. The view was the best in Camelot!

Guinevère had rarely left her chambers since everything had happened, she had not yet faced her brother as he had ridden out with Arthur, but she knew that would be coming soon. Guinevère had not even heard that the knights had returned, for her chambers were not gifted with the sight of the court yard but the woods.

Amaren had discovered the bed was suitable for jumping higher and because it was larger then she was use to, by the time that she reached one part of the bed, Amaren had jumped to the other. His birthday was over looked because she had been on the run that day, but she was determined to pin him down and try a little event with just the two of them. 'Papa! Papa! she heard Amaren call out and Guinevère turned to look at the door. Arthur! He was back!

She could hear Amaren stop jumping but she could not turn her face from Arthur. He was back! But what news did he carry with him? 'What that?' She heard their son say and that was when she noticed he was still in his armor--something Amaren had not seen before. She turned and lifted Amaren from the bed to the floor, "Welcome Papa back from his trip." Amaren ran forward and stopped a foot away before he lifted his hands up and went 'Rawr!' And then running back toward the bed. It had not been what she meant.

Guinevère had just changed Amaren into something clean and brushed back his hair from his face, while leaning down to kiss his forward when the knock came. Yet before she could say enter, the door opened and the princess entered. "Good morning!" Guinevère sat down on the bed beside where her son stood and felt surprise at seeing Vivian here. Amaren sat down in her lap while watching the princess move about. "Gertrude, isn't it?" "Guinevère, my lady." She corrected too shocked to express more.

"But one day soon, you will know me as Queen of Camelot; Queen Vivian Pendragon!" AND now more surprised then ever! Goodness! What she still under that horrid spell?!! Her jaw fell open a little bit as Vivian continued and Guinevère tried to keep up with the active woman's speech. "My father makes all the arrangements for the wedding!" Wh-what? Her father was a very sane man and not under a spell--she hoped. If he was readying a wedding then . . . . . Arthur was to marry her?

He was to be married?! She could not think, nor speak at the shock finding out this way. "My Love, will bring your husband back!" Her husband? Oh! Her 'husband'. "I . . . . I should . . . . " She was too shocked to speak for a long moment, "I should congratulate you my lady on your up coming wedding."

Guinevère held Amaren closer to her, looking down at the top of his head. This woman could NOT be his step-mother. She wasn't sure she wanted him to have anything to do with Vivian, yet . . . . how did she speak up for 'her son' when the truth was . . . she was jealous. Arthur had really found his true princess then?

Guinevère watched Arthur leave and reached over to put her hand down on their son while staring at the door. A short time later and old friend of Guinevère's enter with the bag she needed and some pillows. Rosa! They embraced and Rosa stayed to help Guinevère settle in, and use the pillows to help pin Amaren in a place so he could not roll off until a make shift crib could be found for him.

As it was late, Rosa left to seek out her own bed, and Guinevère curled on the safest bed she had been on in years, while holding her son to her. Her mind however was on his father. As the night turned to day, she awoke to Amaren jumping on the bed, and realized he did not even know what was happening at home. Perhaps that was for the best. He saw this as an adventure. Guinevère decided to let him enjoy it.

Guinevère stared up at him, even while he kissed her and as he spoke of needing to do this. She knew she could not force him to stay--no matter her threats. She turned and walked around the table, toward the fire and stood there staring into the flames, needing to think and try to draw up that strength that seemed to have broken the moment she realized Arthur was her husband and not some magical imposter.

She had to be strong, and be strong alone. "Go then," She whispered almost brokenly but without bitterness toward him. She knew that when he left she would live in fear until his return--if he returned. She would trust no promise for she was all too aware that it could be broken if the wrong persons knew of his return and plans. How many times of the years had his routes been attacked? Too many! And now he sought to go alone?! "You should take another with you." To better keep him safe. Surely there was one in which he would trust and ask to escort him?

"This is different," "I fail to see how!" She told him as he explained what he needed to do and why it needed to be done. "You ride off alone and unprotected when last time you rode off with hundreds of highly trained men." They had not brought him back, and not he sought to go alone!? She feared this would be another moment where she lost him! The fear held her tighter then her clear thinking.

"No," She shook her head, "Do not go!" Keeping her voice was to not wake the children was hard in these moments, "I will not allow you too!" She whispered a bit desperately, seeking to hold him here longer with all of the power he had granted her with when he wed her then left her here alone! "Everyone thinks you are an imposter." She reminded him, and moved to use her hands to cup his cheeks. "I will make them keep you here, if it means you stay alive and safe!"

Tears fell down her cheeks as she told him that she would not allow him to leave for she was SO afraid . . . so very, very afraid that he would die again. "I cannot lose you again. Do not ask this of me . . . You've only been in my arms for a day. I cannot let you go."