All Gwen knew was that her heart thumped a little faster every time Arthur Pendragon was around and her hands clamminess found a bit of increase. She had to balance the basket more strongly to keep it from slipping out of her looser grip now.
No matter actually. Arthur was soon taking it away from her and grasping her hand. Gwen let out a little yelp, hoping he didn’t feel any dampness from her palm. He didn’t seem to as he pulled her across the room, getting the rest of the help to gape in amazement.
“Mr. Pendragon.” Gwen spoke sharply and finally Arthur stopped. He looked down at her hand and gave an amused little smile. “Oh.”
Gwen couldn’t help but laugh at that, especially when a pout surfaced upon those much too big, but tempting lips. Oh, what was she thinking? Morgana’s evil awful influences no doubt, other night she kept commenting on the big size of his mouth. “Mr. Pendragon?”
He swallowed down hard, before stepping away and saying with much more authority, “Miss Leodegrance, I would like to speak to you. At your earliest convenience.”
Gwen shook her head at his sudden change in demeanor. “Okay.” She whispered. “Just let me finish these laun-
She had started to take the basket from him when he kept it from her and blurted out, “Now.”
“But-
All the help was watching them, thinking surely Gwen wouldn’t argue with the boss.
“Miss Leodegrance, it’s urgent.”
Gwen’s dark eyes widened under the curls that had already misbehaved and found their way out of her working bun. “You said at my earliest convenience?” She asked with confusion.
Arthur nodded his head vigorously, fighting the urge to throw down the basket and pull her hand all the way to his destination. “Yes. Well. I was wrong.”
“Oh?”
It was too much wait and if she kept protesting he’d probably just lose the courage. “Guinevere…please.”
It was whispered directly to her ear, making Gwen’s skin tingle. She took a shaky step back, staring at his beseeching eyes, and gave a slow nod, pretending they weren’t being watched so heavily. “Okay.” She breathed out.
Arthur dropped the basket and held onto her hand, knowing they had an audience and yet not caring much about it. They’d be respectful he knew. Every time he locked eyes with one they turned away in a mad rush to get back to work. It made Arthur grin with renewed confidence as he lead Gwen to the room that had been his mother’s.
Once there, he was tempted to shut the door, but for the sake of Gwen’s reputation, not wanting to start any blasphemous rumors about her and the boss, he left it ajar just a bit, enough closure to give them privacy, enough opening to not allow any miscommunications.
Gwen looked around the room with wonder, noticing how it was much more cleaned up now and most things were in display. Wonderful magical things. And so many volumes of books, manuscripts and finished copies. They were stacked upon table after table and a bunch of more manuscripts lay on a magnificently carved writing desk.
“My mother’s work.” Arthur told her. Gwen nodded slowly, a blush filling her cheeks as he actually sat down upon the floor and gestured for her to sit with him.
“Mr. Pendragon.”
“I thought we agreed upon Arthur when alone.”
Gwen blushed even more furiously, but with a half stern look sat down near him. “Arthur. What is this about?”
“You, actually. I mean you’re the instigator of this.” Arthur told her.
Gwen shook her head. “What?”
He took it out of his pocket, the jewel. “When you found this and told me about it, Guinevere it’s like you opened a door that I tried to keep sealed shut. All the memories of my mother and father came rushing back.”
“I’m sorry about that.” Gwen whispered, pressing her hand gently against his with nothing more than care.
Arthur looked down at it, relishing the warm feel of her sun blessed skin. “No.” He slowly shook his head. “It was the best thing that could ever happen. I needed to be awakened again. I mean look at this place Guinevere. This room is full of wonder and dreams and---I found this diary in here.”
All Gwen knew was that her heart thumped a little faster every time Arthur Pendragon was around and her hands clamminess found a bit of increase. She had to balance the basket more strongly to keep it from slipping out of her looser grip now.
No matter actually. Arthur was soon taking it away from her and grasping her hand. Gwen let out a little yelp, hoping he didn’t feel any dampness from her palm. He didn’t seem to as he pulled her across the room, getting the rest of the help to gape in amazement.
“Mr. Pendragon.” Gwen spoke sharply and finally Arthur stopped. He looked down at her hand and gave an amused little smile. “Oh.”
Gwen couldn’t help but laugh at that, especially when a pout surfaced upon those much too big, but tempting lips. Oh, what was she thinking? Morgana’s evil awful influences no doubt, other night she kept commenting on the big size of his mouth. “Mr. Pendragon?”
He swallowed down hard, before stepping away and saying with much more authority, “Miss Leodegrance, I would like to speak to you. At your earliest convenience.”
Gwen shook her head at his sudden change in demeanor. “Okay.” She whispered. “Just let me finish these laun-
She had started to take the basket from him when he kept it from her and blurted out, “Now.”
“But-
All the help was watching them, thinking surely Gwen wouldn’t argue with the boss.
“Miss Leodegrance, it’s urgent.”
Gwen’s dark eyes widened under the curls that had already misbehaved and found their way out of her working bun. “You said at my earliest convenience?” She asked with confusion.
Arthur nodded his head vigorously, fighting the urge to throw down the basket and pull her hand all the way to his destination. “Yes. Well. I was wrong.”
“Oh?”
It was too much wait and if she kept protesting he’d probably just lose the courage. “Guinevere…please.”
It was whispered directly to her ear, making Gwen’s skin tingle. She took a shaky step back, staring at his beseeching eyes, and gave a slow nod, pretending they weren’t being watched so heavily. “Okay.” She breathed out.
Arthur dropped the basket and held onto her hand, knowing they had an audience and yet not caring much about it. They’d be respectful he knew. Every time he locked eyes with one they turned away in a mad rush to get back to work. It made Arthur grin with renewed confidence as he lead Gwen to the room that had been his mother’s.
Once there, he was tempted to shut the door, but for the sake of Gwen’s reputation, not wanting to start any blasphemous rumors about her and the boss, he left it ajar just a bit, enough closure to give them privacy, enough opening to not allow any miscommunications.
Gwen looked around the room with wonder, noticing how it was much more cleaned up now and most things were in display. Wonderful magical things. And so many volumes of books, manuscripts and finished copies. They were stacked upon table after table and a bunch of more manuscripts lay on a magnificently carved writing desk.
“My mother’s work.” Arthur told her. Gwen nodded slowly, a blush filling her cheeks as he actually sat down upon the floor and gestured for her to sit with him.
“Mr. Pendragon.”
“I thought we agreed upon Arthur when alone.”
Gwen blushed even more furiously, but with a half stern look sat down near him. “Arthur. What is this about?”
“You, actually. I mean you’re the instigator of this.” Arthur told her.
Gwen shook her head. “What?”
He took it out of his pocket, the jewel. “When you found this and told me about it, Guinevere it’s like you opened a door that I tried to keep sealed shut. All the memories of my mother and father came rushing back.”
“I’m sorry about that.” Gwen whispered, pressing her hand gently against his with nothing more than care.
Arthur looked down at it, relishing the warm feel of her sun blessed skin. “No.” He slowly shook his head. “It was the best thing that could ever happen. I needed to be awakened again. I mean look at this place Guinevere. This room is full of wonder and dreams and---I found this diary in here.”
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