I have been thinking about this all day long and had to write it up as a fiction. It takes place in Season 3 episode 10 The Queen of Hearts. In this fiction, Queen Igraine is alive and is witnessing Arthur and Guinevere's epic kiss and her being lead out.
Will she stop the guards from leading her way from her son? What will Uther think about his Queen's actions? Will Arthur and Guinevere have a happily ever after??
Part-1 : A Mother's LoveEdit
"Where are my boys?" I just came back from my afternoon walk through the palace gardens to find my family nowhere in sight. I wandered through the castle hoping to see a sign of my husband or Arthur. When I finally decided to give up knowing I’d see them during supper, I heard a big bang as doors were thrown open from somewhere down the hall to my right, What on earth? I started moving towards the noise stopping in my tracks, listening.
Then I heard it, their booming voices shouting at one another from across the throne room and echoing in the hallway. "I swear one of these days they are going to kill each other. I'm a little shocked that I don't hear their swards clanging.” As I approached the throne room the shouting became more clear.
"I'm begging you. . .we'll leave Camelot and never return jus-just let us go. I relinquish my entitlement to the throne." Am I hearing things? Did Arthur just relieve himself of his title?
His father's angry voice burst through the hall as I was making my way towards them "My son would never do that. . .it is proof beyond doubt you are enchanted-” Why on earth would Uther think Arthur is enchanted?
“I will never forgive you for this” Arthur bellowed back to him. What did Uther do now?
“. . .she will die and you'll see I was right. . .take her away." And who's going to die?
"NO, GUINEVERE" my son's cries echoed through the halls.
"ARTHUR!" a woman's voice came into my hearing range.
"NO. . ." Arthur cried again. I started running towards them now, because I immediately recognized that this agony each of them had was not an enchantment's influence.
I turned the corner to see that I was correct but not the way I expected. Arthur has his arms around this Guinevere’s waist (despite the guards holding her arms back), kissing her with what I saw compassion comfort and love. I looked at them as the guards ripped them apart, but my son kept on struggling against their strong grasp, his eyes never leaving the girl. When she was almost out the door he looked up to see me standing there watching. One look in his pleading eyes, and I knew that he really would never forgive his father if something happened to her, it wrenched my heart to see him looking at me with such hurt and pain. I signaled the guards leading the maiden out to stay in the room. “Stop, bring her back in here. I want to know what's going on."
"But my Lady, she has committed sorc-" one of them argued.
"Enough, leave her here I want to know what this is all about."
"Yes, m-lady." They drug her back into the throne room, pushing her to her knees at my feet.
I looked up at Arthur, struggling less, but gritting his teeth when he saw this. "Untie the girl, there is no need for her restraint."
The guard looked up surprised and said "But my Lady the King has ordered. . ." He trailed off as I glared back at him, and bent down to untie the frightened girl on the floor.
"T-th-thank you My Lady." Guinevere said looking up at me. I nodded to her and turned to the guards restraining my son.
"Release him too, there is no need for this. . ." they exchanged a glance but did release my son under my gaze. As soon as he was released, Arthur looked at me his eyes pleading, glancing at Guinevere before meeting my eyes again. I request? I looked down at the girl again who was shaking uncontrollably on the floor and back to Arthur, nodding my head.
He rushed forward to Guinevere, kneeling next to her. She flung her arms around his neck burrowing her face into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. I watched as she started to relax in his arms, steadying her breath in unison to his. I smiled looking down upon them. They reminded me of Uther and I when we were in our younger years.
Arthur with his arms still embracing Guinevere, lifted his head looking at me. "Thank you mother, I can't tell you how much this means to me, I don't know what I would have done if she. . ." he trailed off, looking down at the girl in his arms.
"Don't think your off the hook yet Arthur. . ." he looked up at my words, slightly tightening his grip on Guinevere as he did so. I sighed. "Arthur, baby I’m not going to do anything rash to her I can see how you feel about her. I just was referring to what happened back there with you and your father. It's him you need to worry about not me because never in all my years as Queen, have I seen your father as angry as he was just a couple minutes ago."
He looked down not answering, holding on to Guinevere a little tighter. “I don't care what father thinks anymore, I'm in love that's it. And as you saw before he does not understand at all no matter how hard I try.” he said quietly.
"Arthur hon you don't mean that. I know you love your father but you have to try harder. Make him understand.”
“That all I have ever tried to do mother for the past few days. Trying to make him understand my feelings but when has father ever cares about other peoples feelings, let alone mine. I'm in love, and I have loved Guinevere for years now. I love her with all my heart and nothing father will do will ever change that. I will fight for her until my last breath.”
“Alright Arthur, just calm down, relax. Both of you are safe for the moment-”
“How can I relax mother?” he exploded. “How can I just sit here knowing that my Guinevere was going to be banished from Camelot because we fell in love. The only solution I had was going with her obviously because I couldn't lose her and now all of a sudden Father is throwing around accusations saying that my love has enchanted me and she is to be burnt at the stake. How can I relax mother? Knowing that if you hadn't come along when you did, I would have lost her forever.”
Guinevere stirred under him,, wiggling out a little of his iron grasp to look up at him. “Sh, Arthur it's alright love.” She whispered softly, stroking his cheek, “Arthur, your mother is right. The situation could have been a lot worse. I mean, I could be in the dungeons right now and you confined to your chambers. But that’s not the case because I'm here and and your here with me. So stop worrying for a moment to enjoy this one because were together.”
I saw Arthur slightly clam down at her words and her touch, something I wasn't able to do with him, “Your right love” he replied softly. “I should be thankful that were here together right now.”
I stood there shocked, while watching the young couple. Never before have I seen Arthur like this with so much kindness and compassion as he comforted her. He was a whole different person around Guinevere, showing his soft-loving side, a part of him that I rarely knew only on his good days, before this girl. “She must be something really special too him if he is willing to risk so much on her behalf.”
They sat quietly for a moment, in each others embrace before she turned to me, “Thank you my Lady, I owe you my life.”
I nodded in her direction before turning to Arthur again. “Arthur hon, take this girl back to your chambers and just take the rest of the evening off to relax. You shall both be relieved of any duties you have for the rest of the day. But I expect you and Guinevere to discuss this matter with your father and I tomorrow at breakfast, but right now just take the evening off.”
Guinevere slightly nodded her head but Arthur groaned in protest. “Mother. . .” he bellowed, stopping short when I looked at him. He started again, “Alright mother, I will tell you everything you want to know regarding Guinevere and myself. But as long as father promises to behave. I will not let him harm her, or yell at her again. And I don't think she could take it." He said looking at her again. My eyes trailed to her. She was still shaking but barely conscious, arms draped around Arthur's neck, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder.
"Take her to your chamber's son. Your father and I will be waiting in the morning to share a lovely breakfast with you both in the dining hall tomorrow morning. But right now make sure that you guys get some rest for now. And don't worry about your father I can handle him you just take care of her until then. I can see how much you care for her and I am glad you have her in your life." He looked up smiling at me, his eyes filled with hope and relief for the first time all day.”
He nodded gathering Guinevere into his arms. “Yes mother,” he said nodding in my direction again before walking to the door of the throne room.
It was then I realized that the guards, Merlin and Gaius were all present listening to our conversation.
“Wait Arthur,” I said, turning to the guards still standing there "I want you to accompany the prince and Guinevere to his chambers,” Arthur turned around acknowledging the guards, “and stay outside the door to make sure no one disturbs them in except me or Merlin is that clear?"
"Yes My Lady, but what about the King?" one of them asked.
At the mention of the king Guinevere started shaking again in Arthur's arms. "Shh it's alright love. Just relax no harm will come to you. I'm going to take you to my chambers now for some sleep just relax it will be alright. I love you." he whispered in her ear over and over. That seemed to clam her, as she relaxed again in Arthur's embrace, snuggling closer to his chest. My heart melted at how easily he could calm her after facing Uther's wrath.
He then shifted Guinevere and tightened his grip on her lifting her further up his body, kissing her before resting his chin on her head, and walked back to his chambers with her in his arms and the guards in tow.
I then turned to the other guards, Merlin and Gaius “You are to tell no one of this little gathering. And if I hear one word about this meeting from anyone other than my son or myself I will have you put in the stocks. Am I clear?”
“Yes my Lady.”they all replied quickly.
I smiled, “good you are all dismissed.” They all started filing out before I remembered. “Oh, Merlin” I said, as he turned around to face me. “Please bring the prince and the girl some supper before the night is through, if I know Arthur it's that food always makes him feel better. And Im sure the girl is starving too. So please do this favor and then you can be relieved of your duties for the rest of the evening so enjoy the knight off.”
He smiled at this, “Thank you my Lady. I promise to bring them a wonderful dinner that they will love.” And with that he was gone.
I sighed and started walking back to our chambers thinking of what to do about my strict husband and his tradition obsession. Well at least Arthur is taken care of. I sighed again. How will I ever tell him that I approve of Arthur's choice and that the future Queen of Camelot could be a serving girl?
Part- 2: Anger, Comfort, and KissesEdit
Later in the King and Queen's Chambers
"Uther?" I stepped in to see my husband sitting at the desk, head in his hands. "Uther honey." I tried again.
"Igraine you should have seen it. Arthur was bestotic, defending a mai-"
"Her name is Guinevere hon. And I know I just finished talking to Arthur. And I don't think he is enchanted, I honestly think he has feeling's for this girl."
"Please not you too" he groaned. "I can't deal with two people being enchanted. I wish I could kill the little who-"
"Uther, Pendragon!" I yelled at him, he jumped in surprise. "Your son is not enchanted and he has feeling for this girl who is not a witch. She actually looks very nice and when I observed Arthur with her I can see how much he cares for her. Why can't you just see how happy she makes our son?"
"But, she is a servant," he protested again. "A commoner, Arthur is putting Camelot to shame by taking a serving wench. We will be the talk of the entire five kingdoms. And its not traditional, a serving wench on the throne of Camelo-"
"Uther. All you care about is tradition this and tradition that, but when has Arthur ever been traditional? I would have though you got the hint after he turned down Elena. I’m surprised at you. You should be supporting your son in the choices he makes. Not just using your old enemy of magic as the answer to things that don't go your way. And that poor girl, she was scared half to death by you, if I hadn't arrived when I did you would have created a heartbroken son who would probably never speak to you again because of killing an innocent woman that he loves."
"Heartbroken? Arthur? Heartbroken because of a serving girl, that's preposterous."
"Well believe it because it's true Uther. I have seen it with my own eyes. When you left, oh you should have seen it. The lust and longing Arthur had in his eyes was heartbreaking for me to watch. And Uther, he broke away from the guards full speed running after the girl and kissed her like I have never seen a man kiss a woman before, with such lust, and passion. If I had not come along he would've never seen her again. And when the guards wrenched them apart I felt so bad for our son yet despite that he kept struggling to try and get back to her. You of all people should know that you can't help who you fall in love with Uther."
"No 'buts' Uther. Now stop moping and get ready for supper. We will have plenty of time to talk about this with both Arthur and Guinevere tomorrow morning during breakfast, but for now I have sent them to rest and recover for the night."
"WHAT? That serving wench is recovering and not in the dungeons? But I ordered-"
"I stopped them Uther. I released her and Arthur and told him to take her back to his chambers to relax for the evening-"
"WHAT? NO, I WONT ALLOW IT. A SERVING WENCH IN ARTHUR'S CHAMBERS? No doubt trying to slee-"
“UTHER?!?” I was losing my patience with him. “You stop assuming the worst, he has not slept with her. They have never done that before not to her or anyone I would know. Besides, Arthur may be arrogant but he would never steal a girl from her virtue. Even you should know that.”
I looked down to see that my husband wasn't listening to my words, mumbling to himself. “I don't trust that serving girl, where are the guards? I'm going down there right now and giving her a piece of my mind. Then, I'm going to make her leave-”
"You will do not such thing. Uther if you as so much touch this girl, then I'll. . .I'll I don't know, just stay out of her and Arthur's way for the evening. Stay clear of the princes chambers. We will get our answers in the morning because unlike you I want to know why this girl has such an effect on our son.”
“Oh Igraine, I'll get my answers. She will wish to have never been born when I'm through with her.”
“No, Uther you will not. You should try and get it into your thick skull of yours that if you do anything to this girl you will not only lose your son's loyalty and trust but I will as well. Because I promised Arthur that I would give him a chance to explain everything before you or I did anything rash to Guinevere. So that's why you will be at the breakfast tomorrow listening to your son for once and not caring about status, tradition or magic, only his feelings and how Arthur feels."
“There is no way in hell Im going to listen to a serving girl explain this so called lust for my son. No I refuse to do so.”
"Pendragon, you will control your temper, and be nice to this girl. Our son loves her that much to give up his title. So you will be nice because 1.) I promised Arthur that no harm would come to the girl from your wrath and 2.) If you don't behave then I will discuss with them about how to handle the situation alone. And 3.) You should have more faith in your son and try to find out his side of the story before you start bringing false accusations into this mess.”
He sighed knowing that he would not win this battle. He looked at me for a long moment and then said “Yes dear. Alright, I will listen during breakfast to my son. But don't think I have changed my mind about this. And I also want a word with her when we are through our conversation tomorrow.”
“Fair enough dear. But under three conditions. One you are not allowed to harm, kill or hurt the girl in any way shape or form words included. Two, you are not allowed to banish her from the kingdom or the city-dale and that includes paying her a big amount of money to leave Camelot. And three you can not fire her from her job in the palace or treat her any differently because of this new knowledge you have regarding her and Arthur's feelings understand?”
“Yes dear I understand completely.” he replied. But I knew I already regretted my decision to allow him this because I could see his wheels turning already, trying to think of a loophole of my words to get Guinevere out of Arthur's life.
The Prince's Chambers
When I entered my chambers with Guinevere still in my arms I turned to the guards behind me. “If my father comes looking for me then tell him I will see him tomorrow in the morning but no earlier. And if either of you tell anyone that Guinevere is here in my chambers or what happened earlier in the throne room I will have your heads. Am I clear?”
“Yes sire” they said nodding their heads. I nodded back giving them a dismissal. And with that they turned on their heels out of the room closing the doors before taking up their posts outside my chambers.
I sighed watching them go before looking down at my sleeping Guinevere in my arms. She was so peaceful, sleeping as an angel, snuggled up against my chest. I looked over at the comfortable bed waiting for the both of us but I decided against it because I had been minutes from losing her and was not ready to let her go yet. Instead I rocked her back and forth while pacing slowly around the room, holding her close and kissing her forehead from time to time just thankful to have her in my embrace.
I was in mid stride lost in my own thoughts until a light knock sounded at my door. I looked down at Guinevere who was still sleeping soundly, and kissed her forehead one more time before settling her on the bed beneath the blankets and slowly closing the curtains around my bed to give her some privacy.
I turned to the door and softly bidding them to enter. The door opened reveling Merlin with a supper for two.
“Ahh Merlin, thanks for bringing us dinner. I will not need any more of your services for the evening and tomorrow morning so go enjoy yourself and have the night off.”
“Thank you Sire,” he looked over at my shoulder at the bed “how is she?”
“She is alright Merlin, but I honestly don't know. She has been through quite an ordeal, it's hard to say. But I'm sure she will be fine when my father finally get's off her back and stops becoming a threat.”
“And of course don't forget the most important thing is that she needs tender loving care from the one and only Crown Prince, Arthur.”
“Shut up and get out.”
“Well Merlin I was prepared to give you the morning off tomorrow but now I want you bright and early preparing and serving breakfast so I suggest that you go get some sleep before your busy morning. Off you go.” I said smiling.
He gave me another look before leaving the room.
I sighed before turning to wake Guinevere. “Guinevere. . .Guinevere?” I whispered softly to her, “Supper is hear love, you need something to eat.” I bent down to kiss her and she slowly opened her eyes.
“Arthur?” She mumbled looking around. Then, before I knew what was happening she jumped into my arms holding me close. “Arthur,” she mumbled into my shoulder. “What happened? How did I get here? Oh Arthur I thought I would never see you again. I was so afraid of what was going to happen.”
But before I could reply she started to kiss me passionately and strongly. “Oh Guinevere she tasted so sweet in my mouth. Oh god. My hands started roaming to the ties of her dress. . .wait what am I doing?” I pulled my body away from her dress, and slightly distanced my lips, leaning my forehead against her's. She pulled her arms around my neck, trying to pull me closer.
“Careful love.” I told her before wrapping her in my embrace, “I have been given this privilege to allow you to stay here for the night, lets not do anything rash now. Ok. I promise myself to you but not until after we are married.”
“Alright Arthur, I have been waiting for a long time and can wait some more. But I have a question how did I get here anyway?” she asked again.
“Well you were being lead out and then my mother saw and she released both of us. I exchanged some words with her and then carried you to my chambers for some rest. And then I just now woke you before Merlin brought us supper.”
“She did? Oh I must go and thank her. . .wait I shouldn't be here. What would your father think? I shall go thank her and then I should probably get out of your way. . .” she started to get up but I held her back.
“Guinevere love, you already did thank her. In the throne room, you were barely conscious through the whole thing but you did talk to her a little bit.” She continued struggle from my grip insisting that she had to go, but I pulled her close again, “And besides. . .” I continued, “I would never let you go anywhere near my mother right now because she is talking with father at the moment. And I'm not allowing that meeting to happen anytime soon.”
“But Arthur, this isn't right, I shouldn't even be here.”
“Love, you do belong here. I already arranged to with the Queen. So top worrying and come have some dinner with me,”
She slumped back into my arms in defeat. “Ok Arthur, your right I'm being foolish. I don't want to leave here anyway.”
I smiled, “that's my girl. Now how about some supper?”
“Yes please. That sounds lovely.”
I hopped off the bed, pulling her with me, and lead her to the table. I instantly pulled her chair out for her helping her settle in before starting to fill her plate with the food.
“Arthur, I can do that.”
“Guin-ev-ere” I said, using the voice that always made her heart flutter. “I am your servant for the evening. I owe you that much, plus we never did finish our picnic the other day and I want to start it right with no interruptions.”
“Thanks Arthur, I love you.”
“Just as much as I love you.”
I then leaned in for another kiss capturing her lips for a moment before adding food to my own plate, and joining her at the table. We than fell into a comfortable silence of eating what was in our plates. When the meal was over, I gave her my red tunic to sleep in and changed into my usual white tunic and trousers that I normally slept in.
We then snuggled up on the bed falling next to each other. My arm was wrapped under her waist, with her head leaning against my chest. She drifted off immediately snuggling closer to my chest while I lay awake for a while thinking about tomorrow's events. “Will father ever see how much I care for her? Mother saw it right away, I only hope we can convince them to be together otherwise I don't know what I'll do.” And that was my last thought before Guinevere's breathing soon drifted me to sleep.
The Morning of the BlowoutEdit
I woke up early this morning, dreading what was to come. I looked out my window to see the light peaking through the horizon, barely peaking through the horizon, trying to let it's light through, but the large hill and trees stood in it's way. After a moment of watching this the light burst through the tree's flooding warmth all over my face and through out the land. After watching this it lead my mind to think, “huh, that light is just like us. Trying to let it's love and warmth spread throughout the kingdom, and letting the people, the trees and the hills know that it's there, real as anything.”
I sighed,shifting my gaze to Guinevere who was snuggled up against me at my side. She looked so peaceful, and at ease considering what happened yesterday. Luckily my mother was there to save her from the horrible sentence my father declared upon her. I don't know what I would have done if I lose her.
“Ummm, Arthur?”mumbled Guinevere, braking my concentration. I looked at her face meeting her chocolate brown eyes.
“Good morning love, how did you sleep?”
“Mmm, well considering I was laying next to you all night” she said, snuggling closer into my chest, “that was one of the best nights sleep I have had in days. Thank you Arthur.”
I felt a grin come across my face, “mhm, I'm so glad love, although I had a hard time sleeping when you are next to me in my red tunic with no pants. . .” I trailed off slowly leaning in, capturing her lips. “Oh god, she smelled so sweet in the morning”. I then found my arms curling around her waist as I pulled her close. Her hands found their way around my neck again and up into my hair as well.
Then it came. Knock. . .knock. . .knock. I groaned, pushing my lips to hers one last time before standing up to move the curtains around the bed.
Guinevere gave me a puzzled look and then looked down to see her attire. She met my eyes, smiling at my thoughtfulness. I smiled back, “whoever was at the door could not see her like this in my tunic. Her body was for my eyes only.”
Once she was enclosed, I slowly walked toward the door, opening it up. It revealed Merlin holding a beautiful, yet simple pale pink and white gown that was close to Guinevere's size. I smiled, she always looked beautiful in light pink or lavender.
“Good morning Sire. The queen sent this gown for Guinevere to wear for this morning. The queen and king both expect you to be there within the hour. And If I were you I would try and stay on the kings good side Arthur, because he did not look in a happy mood. In fact if I were you I would go alone and not bring Guinevere because he was mumbling to himself all morning and I quote “must find a way to ki-”
“MERLIN, shut up and lower your voice Guinevere could hear you. And now if you'll excuse me I have a beautiful girl waiting for me in my room so good day Merlin.”
“Sorry I forgot she was in your room. My bad Sire, and now if you'll allow me I need to return to the kitchens to make breakfast.” I nodded watching him go before returning to my chambers.
After draping the dress over my changing screen, I crawled back into bed next to Guinevere. I sat up against her, wrapping my arms around her waist. When she didn't say anything I started nibbling at her ear. She sighed heavily making me pause. I slowly turned her to face me, and that's when I saw them, the soft wet tears running down her cheeks.
“Guinevere love, whats wrong?” I asked pulling her into my strong embrace. She started to sob, snuggling into my chest. After sitting there for several moments listening to her soft cries I tried again, “What's wrong love? What can I do to make it better?”
“A-a-arthur. P-pl-lease d-d-d-don't l-l-let m-me d-die.” My heart broke at her words, never had I seen her this distressed.
“What are you talking about love? You know I would never let anything happen to you. What brought this on sweetheart?” I was trying to think of what could have happened between her relaxed mood earlier to right now. All that happened was Merlin bringing her dress up to my cham- Oh crap. A sudden realization came over me.
“Guinevere. . .” I softly said to her, “just relax. Calm down, your all right. I promise that I will not allow anything to harm you. We will get through this and besides my mother is already on our side so we don't need to worry about her approval.”
“J-j-just don't l-l-let m-me go, A-a-arthur.”
“Oh love never, never again. Don't fear my father. I promise he will do nothing to you ok. Not while I'm around he won't. It will not be like last time because I'm going prepared, I am going to have my trusty sward that you made my for my birthday and I will kill anyone who dare lays a finger on you. Even my father.”
I felt her sigh in relief leaning into me, and relaxing as I assured her while stroked her back murmuring comforting words. After a while I sighed knowing that we had to get up sooner or later. I sat up pulling her up next to me on the bed. I felt her stiffen and I rubbed her back again.
“Easy love, just one step at a time.”
She nodded, and I slowly eased her off the bed. “Let's start by getting you dressed in this lovely pink and white dress my mother dropped off for you ok?”
She nodded again, as I took her hand and lead her across the room to the changing screen. “You go first.” I told her as she moved around the screen, still holding my hand.
I chuckled. “Guinevere love you can let go, I'm right here not going anywhere.”
When her hand stayed locked with mine I sighed, moving behind the screen with her as I helped her put on her dress. Once she was dressed I looked her over from head to toe. Her hair was brushed showing her perfect curls nice and soft, the dress fit her nicely fitting her figure just right. I grinned, she was so perfect. “You look so perfect” I told her wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
After another moment I pulled away again, “Now it's my turn to look good. Although I can't look as good as you because I am not allowed to wear a dress.” She giggled, as I tried to humor her. I smiled, “There's my girl. That's how you are suppose to be sweetheart beautiful, happy, always giggling and perfect.” She smiled at that. “And now my love I need to prepare as well” She nodded and turned her back. I quickly discarded my clothes, throwing on my red tunic, brown vest, brown trousers and my black boots. I then added my belt and fit the sword Guinevere made for my birthday into it.
I slowly walked to Guinevere who was behind the screen waiting for me. I offered her my elbow and she took it gratefully. We slowly walked to the door stopping just in front of it. I looked at her “Guinevere love, just breath.” I saw her release the breath she was unconsciously holding. I kissed her on the cheek, “there you go just keep breathing, I'm right here with you, your fine and I love you. Just keep that in your mind, I love you. Ready?”
She nodded, releasing another breath. I squeezed her hand before opening the doors, I felt her grip my arm tighter as we walked past the guards outside the door, I nodded to them as we continued on to the dining hall.
As we got closer, Guinevere gripped my arm tighter and tighter with every step. I sighed, moving my other hand to hold hers. She slowly started to loosen her grip while still keeping a firm clutch on my arm.
When we stood outside the door, she was starting to shake again. I turned to her and kissed her on the lips, giving her comfort. I then pulled her into an embrace and she immediately stopped shaking, melting into my arms.
“Anything for you love. I love you and I promise that we will get through this. We always find a way. And I need you to know that whatever my father says against you means nothing to me because you have my heart and it will always be yours because of how much I love you.”
She smiled. “Thank you Arthur. And whatever happens in that room, I want you to know that you have all of my heart and it is and will always be yours because it beats for only you and you alone.”
I grinned back at her “Thanks love.” We then turned to the door, linking arms and taking each others hands again. I nodded to the guards standing at the door. I felt Guinevere release another breath before they opened the doors for us.
We entered the room to see the table filled with all of my favorite foods; bacon, sausage, eggs, cheese, fruit, ham, toast and biscuits. And beyond the table sat my mother and father watching us slowly make our way to the head of the table.
I made eye contact with my mother and she gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back sighing with relief “At least I won't have trouble convincing my mom of our story because she has already done so much for us. Allowing us to be together, letting her stay in my chambers and arranging this breakfast. Yes there is nothing to fea-” and I couldn't let that thought finish because I let my eyes wander to my father, meeting his gaze.
I felt a shiver go up my back as I saw it. It was frightening, stone cold, boring into me. I then realized he was not mad, no he was angry, angry at the situation and angry at how it's not going his way.
Then, his ice cold gaze moved to Guinevere, meeting her eyes. She flinched leaning back into me. I immediately went into protective mode, tightening my grip and pushing her slightly back behind me and my other hand moved to my sword hilt. I made my gaze meet his, causing him to focus his ice cold stare back to me and away from Guinevere.
I felt her sightly relax as she was released from his threatening stare. My father looked at my hand on my sword hilt and scowled even more. He finally spoke “Really Arthur, your sword?”
I stared back, matching his cold tone. “Well, you never know when you need a sword father. It could be for a surprised attack, a magical beast or to protect someone I care about. No not someone, Guinevere. Yes that's exactly what it's for to protect her from someone like you and your wrath. Also you almost succeeded yesterday and I can't take that chance again.”
“Really Arthur, your being absurd. Needing a sword for a stupid serving girl, a worthless nobody who means nothing to anyone? Preposterous.”
Oh now he has done it. “Guinevere is not stupid or worthless. She means more to me than you could imagine. She is wise and strong and I trust her more than anyone. And although you may not like the situation. . .”
“Arthur. . .” I herd my mother call my name but I was to angry to acknowledge her.
“. . .I don't care what you think. I could give a damn for what you think. Because when have you ever known feelings and real love anyway. I bet you wouldn't feel it if it walked up to you and slapped you right across the face. I also bet that you didn't love mother. . .”
“Arthur” my mother called again, trying to calm me down but I just kept on spouting, my gaze never leaving my father.
“. . .when you were first married. I am sure it took you a year before you even considered her as someone you love. Well that's not happening to me father, not now not ever. You can not force me to marry anyone because my heart is already captured by Guinevere and never will I ever give it to someone-”
“ARTHUR!” I stopped short, hearing a different voice. The voice of a sweet angel calling my name. I turned around to see Guinevere pulling me, turning me away from my father to face her.
“Arthur,” she said again a little softer this time as she captured my attention. “Just calm down ok? We did not come here to argue with your father if that's the case we should not be here. However we are here, to explain how much we love and care for each other to the two people who potentially hold our future in their hands. We need to do this gently because arguing is getting us nowhere.”
I was still fuming, but then she looked into my eyes stroking my face, trying to calm me. When I saw her comforting distress, I lifted my arm taking her hand in-between my hand and cheek. I then pulled her into a hug and closed my eyes breathing in her sweet scent. My growing fumes slowed down into steady breathing matching my heartbeat to hers.
* * *
I was just about to yell at Arthur again, when a different voice beat me to it. Guinevere shook Arthur, bringing him around to face her.
“Arthur,” she said again, lowering her voice. “Just calm down ok? We did not come here to argue with your father if that's the case we should not be here. However we are here, to explain how much we love and care for each other to the two people who potentially hold our future in their hands. We need to do this gently because arguing is getting us nowhere.”
I was taken aback as Arthur's fumes slowly started to leave him when she put a comforting arm on his cheek. He then pulled her into a hug, and immediately relaxed into her arms.
I sat watching them, my mind boggling at what I just witnessed. “How on earth did she do that? That was the quickest burst of anger to a calm Arthur I have ever seen. No one was able to do that with Arthur, not even me. For years, Arthur's tantrums could last for days before he even considered talking to anyone. And now all of a sudden this girl, Guinevere relaxed him in no time at all. She must be Arthur's soul mates.” I observed them some more before turning to my husband, who looked surprised at Arthur's change in mood. Is he changing his mind? But as soon as the thought was there, his expression changed to hatred glaring at the young couple.
“Uther, hon.” I softly spoke to him in a whisper, he slowly pulled his gaze away from his son and to my face.
I sighed before saying what need to be said. “Did you not see what happened Uther? Never in all my years have I seen Arthur's anger so short. Can't you see how much they need and mean to each other? While you see a prince influenced by magic from a serving girl I see a man and woman in love, despite what their rank and other people say, why can't you just be happy for your son?”
“Dear, that's not how it works. Princes are meant to marry princesses of nobility and royal blood. Not serving girls who come from a background of knowing absolutely nothing of royal responsibilities or what it takes to be queen. And also it has been the way of princes marrying princesses for generations. We are not going to break a tradition that's been going on for hundreds of years for a little crush our son has on a servant. I'm sure it will pass, after all this is just a phase that all young princes go through, picking one special servant and eloping with her for nights on end. Its most likely why he feels protective of her, because he wants her all for herself. Why if she wasn't his and I wasn't married. . .”
“UTHER?!” I was speechless, about to give him a lecture about what he just said when another voice, an angry enraged voice beat me to it.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"