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She was watching them together and noticing how they did thing alike with out ever having been around each other. Such as chew very strongly, and the edges of both their eyes softened when they laughed with their opened. Little things that their son had inherited from his father rather then having learned from him. With time she knew there would be more learning from him.

"What was his first word?" Arthur asked and her heart beat a little harder. Talking of these moments would help him, but the reminder of how things were still hurt them both. "Most children speak the same words first. Dada." Father. "They know not what they say when they say it. I think his first word that he knew was cup. Or mine." Both were early words. "When they learn they learn so quickly. You have to watch what they hear or new words they heard from anyone could come out in the wrong moment." Not that Arthur cursed around her, but it was just something to say to fill the silence while Arthur fed Amaren.

"He get scared of things, and sounds easily. He tells me that he will carry me, but what he means is that he wants me to hold him. Children learn fears and bravery from their parents." The more she spoke the more it became less about filling the silence and more of a realization to her. "He needs you." To learn to be brave. "Not today, but soon we will need to think of how to handle this. For today, . . . . . " For today they should just enjoy these moments, for soon they would be at an end.

Amaren took the bit that his father gave him and then bounced as he ate it and looked at his mother. He did not even seemed to remeber that he should be smug, as he only look pleased that he was here and playing while eatting when before his mother often tried to get him to not play with his foods. Something new often humored children, and she hoped that he stayed excited for it and not grew tired and fussy.

Amaren normally had a nap after lunch, and she was waiting for any sign of tiredness so she could help stop Arthur's first meeting from being anything but perfect. 'Again!' He yelled while trying to 'feed' his father again, but more food ended up everywhere but in Arthur's mouth. "Be easy, Amaren!" Guinevère softly reminded him, as she reached over to remove most of it from Amaren's grasp. "Try to help him learn to use a fork, he is trying." It was what Amaren was trying to do, and perhaps if Arthur helped him he could master the task sooner. Not today but over time.

Guinevère smiled at the ladies she spoke too, held conversation with the knights, and enjoyed her evening--though the whole night she was turning so her eyes could easily watch her husband. Seeing him speaking to others and charming the room the way he did with only his smile. He seemed to be the perfect host from where she was, and speaking with people about him she learned many though him a wonderful king. He was their champion and their king--and every soul in the room lifted toasts up in his name.

Pride was a wonderful things in small amounts, and her whole heart was filled with it. Earlier she had realized she loved him. Now, standing on the edge of the dancing area, purposefully not looking his way, she waited for him to come and claim her for their dance. Butterflies danced in her belly as she tried to think of how he would dance. Would be be graceful from years of practice? Or powerful and controlling from years of leading? Would he step smoothly from years of being light on his feet fighting, or come down hard and stomp as he attacking dancing like a battle?

'I do it!' Amaren told Arthur after he had lifted him into his lap. Children had a way of sometimes opening up to strangers so completely and is surprised Guinevère. Yet she knew that if he grew tired or frightened then he would seek no other then her arms. She hoped that did not happen for in these moments Amaren could give Arthur more hope then Guinevère could.

Watching as their son used both hands to turn the fork and stab some of the meat on Arthur's plate before trying to lift it. The meat feel from the fork but Amaren tried again, and again. 'I do it!' He yelled even as no one was trying to take it from him any longer. When he finally got it on the fork, he turned to hold it up and sent it toward Arthur's mouth even as the bit was too large to fit. It fell before it reached Arthur's lips, landing on his shirt. It only made Amaren laugh.

Arthur stepped closer and spoke of her nightgowns confirming that they were indeed on the same thoughts and both thinking about the same things for their nights. Still, as punishment for his teasing her she was inclined to play the game he started for a few moments and let him see how it felt to be on the other side.

"Yet that will be a whole trunk or two that we will need to add to our journey for blankets are thick and take up space. Perhaps I should re-think my no-night gowns. If there would be nothing else to warm me, then I stall need something." She was only rather hoping however that it was HIM keeping her warm at night. Nothing else would do.

Again, Arthur seemed to misunderstand what she was wanting from him. Watching she tried to figure out what she was saying wrong and how better to hint to him that she wanted her HUSBAND by her side not . . . .

She only just noticed his lips as he drank, with the smallest hint of enjoyment there. Did he know what she wanted? Was he playing with her? Wanting her to come out and say it? Ask him to join her in their chambers instead of Rosa and men guarding the door!

Guinevère looked down for a moment before nodding her head, "Your right, that sounds rather safe for me, I shall sleep quite well unbothered, Thank you." She told him, though unlike him she had trouble keeping the little pleased smirk from her lips.

"You're right," Arthur told her in agreement, and she felt her face light up with pleasure as she was pleased he agree with her. That had been rather easy! She had thought that surely--"I will be sure that there is an extra bed in your room so that Rosa--"Anything else he said faded a bit as she realized he had not understood her suggestion. Not at all. He was thinking of putting Rosa in her chambers. Had she not been clear?

Her smiled faded a little and seemed more forced as she took took a drink of her wine in order to give herself a moment to think of how to ask him, or suggest to him that he should--or could--retire with her at night. "You do not think that would be too much trouble?" She asked, looking up at him, "A guest room and a bed, and men on so many doors? Surely there might be a simpler way to keep safe and not trouble them so much?"

"I do not believe that a person should be judged on what blood flows through their veins, but by their actions and strength of heart." He told her, and went on to explain how the men had begun as his friends and how they were as men. Risking their life and land for a chance at getting someone they believed to be better on the throne. They had not done it for glory and riches but because of their faith in Arthur.

He spoke like he meant it, and not only understood her friendship with Rosa which had been seen as something odd in her kingdom, but respected her choice of friends. "Rosa and Galahad would have my blessing." Guinevère found herself smiling as he said that, her chin raising up in pride at the man before her. "Then I shall as that he perhaps keeps her company while I spend a few hours with my husband in the carriage alone, so that I might get to know him better." And she wanted to get to know him so much better, because every time she learned something new about her husband she liked it even more.

That was when something occurred to her, and it was as bold and unheard of as allowing a servant and a knight to marry. "We would be staying a noble's homes?" She asked, building up to her point while trying to remain casual. "Some homes are deep into the country and lack the comforts of the city."

"Such as non-public hallways, and easily guarded rooms." Meaning he might need to not switch rooms in the middle of the night. "I would feel safer if someone was near." It was not fear that brought these words to her lips, but another emotion that made her seek to keep him close. Here they had their own chambers and he came only when it was time for walk her below or when they were meant to . . . . at night. "I am just trying to be logical." She added on, feeling a bit nervous for asking this of him.

". . . and its from you. What more could I ask for?" When he said such things to her, she always felt her face flush and her heart beat a little quicker. It made it seem as if he was thinking it a better gift because it had come from her, when in truth he seemed to not know her well when she had gotten it for him. True, they had known each other for a short while as children when her father had worked for his father at one of their estates, but Arthur seemed to not recall that time to well.

"Such a charmer," She said as she looked down and blushed for a moment, then returned her eyes up to his face, clearly pleased by his words. "And smart too, to know when to pick your battles." And not ask her to not brush her hair, for then it would be a mess! Charming, smart, good looking, a doctor, from a well established family, and had the world at his feet. Arthur Pendragon seemed to be the perfect man at a glance. The one men were jealous of and all women dreamed of.

Then here she was . . . an underpaid teacher with only a brother and a head full of too many ideals. It amazed her how he could look at her like he did sometimes. As if he could see into her. As if he was looking at someone whom was special and rare and wonderful . . . because that was how he made her feel. "Shall we solve our mystery, and see what you have planned?" She asked softly, feeling a bit of the amazement in this moment.