“Mr. Pendragon! Merry Christmas! Wonderful to have you here!”
Marilyn and Gaius watched with one raised eyebrow each as Gwen hugged the Grinch.
Uther stared at her, letting out quietly, “This coat is made of the finest wool.”
A wide smile on her face, Gwen pressed her hands down upon it. “It’s so becoming on you.”
He looked over to Arthur who with a sheepish look took hold of his girlfriend’s arms. “Guinevere, back up with me.”
Slowly Gwen noticed that Uther was not returning her smile.
Uther uttered, “Came from Paris.” Referring to his coat. He slipped it away and threw it down on the sofa carelessly, half hitting Gaius and Marilyn. They pulled it away with more of those one eyebrow glares.
Uther stalked through the room as Arthur kept hold of his girlfriend.
“Do you all plan to keep staring at me all night or are you going to introduce her to me Arthur?” He muttered under his breath. “Not that she didn’t already mar the evening enough. PARIS.”
Arthur, who had grown up in the lap of luxury, but decided not to take over the family business of banking, finally moved forward. “Dad, this is Guinevere.”
She put out her hand, a bit more stilted now. The man could melt icebergs with that frigid look he kept giving.
“Guinevere.” Uther’s tongue slithered out the name with disdain. “Medieval sounding. I don’t like it.”
“Excuse me?” Gwen asked with shock.
Uther just walked by, dismissing her completely and giving a foul look as he took in the apartment’s festive décor. “Who did all this Arthur? It’s like I’ve entered the cheapest mall of Albion. It’s awful.”
“I did.” Gwen told him pointedly, grabbing Uther’s arm to turn him around. She fixed her lips firmly. “I thought it would be nice for the holidays.”
Uther let out a low roll of laughter and moved away from her, seeing that there was not only one wildly curly haired woman in his son’s apartment, but also another. “And who are you?”
Gwen glared at Arthur who took a step forward. “Dad, this is Guinevere’s mother, Julia. Julia, this is my father, Uther Pendragon.”
“It’s so nice to meet you Mr. Pendragon.” She smiled warmly, perhaps in hope that a mother could lighten the mood. “Our children are quite smitten with each other.”
Uther snickered under his breath, before clearing his throat. “Oh so you’re her mother? Don’t take offense but I’m not happy at all that our children are smitten with each other, Julia. I think it’s deplorable.”
“You know what’s deplorable?” Morgana stalked into the room now. “You. Ruining everything.” She turned to her cousin. “Why did you even invite him?”
Arthur scratched at his head, making a face that said he had no choice. Morgana rolled her eyes, turning to Gwen. “Don’t mind him. He’s as bad as the Grinch who stole Christmas.” She turned around to the slightly skinny man following her. “Tell them how bad he is Merlin.”
He lifted his hands with shock. “What? How did I get into this? I’m not the one who can’t stand him. Most of the time. Well…when…”
Arthur rolled his eyes, coming to the center of the room. “Alright. Enough. Morgana. Just back off for one night, okay? It’s Christmas.”
“Ho ho.” Uther let out dryly.
Morgana slunk into the corner, tugging Merlin with her, who was thinking this was why he always had to get new sweaters. Because both Pendragons liked to lug him around, hence the material got ruined.
Arthur watched with a pensive look as Gwen decided to change things around. She was a third grade teacher. Now if she could get those kids to listen, surely she could get this man’s positive attention. She walked over to him genially. “Mr. Pendragon, come with me into the kitchen. We have some sweet muffins and-
“No.” He told her flatly, staring at her hair.
“What?” She asked.
“Did you do that on purpose, or was it a bad hairdryer incident?”
Arthur pushed his hand over his forehead. Guinevere was always trying to contain her wild curls and they looked particularly lovely tonight if you asked him. His father’s insult was not going to go over well.
Marilyn and Gaius watched with one raised eyebrow each as Gwen hugged the Grinch.
Uther stared at her, letting out quietly, “This coat is made of the finest wool.”
A wide smile on her face, Gwen pressed her hands down upon it. “It’s so becoming on you.”
He looked over to Arthur who with a sheepish look took hold of his girlfriend’s arms. “Guinevere, back up with me.”
Slowly Gwen noticed that Uther was not returning her smile.
Uther uttered, “Came from Paris.” Referring to his coat. He slipped it away and threw it down on the sofa carelessly, half hitting Gaius and Marilyn. They pulled it away with more of those one eyebrow glares.
Uther stalked through the room as Arthur kept hold of his girlfriend.
“Do you all plan to keep staring at me all night or are you going to introduce her to me Arthur?” He muttered under his breath. “Not that she didn’t already mar the evening enough. PARIS.”
Arthur, who had grown up in the lap of luxury, but decided not to take over the family business of banking, finally moved forward. “Dad, this is Guinevere.”
She put out her hand, a bit more stilted now. The man could melt icebergs with that frigid look he kept giving.
“Guinevere.” Uther’s tongue slithered out the name with disdain. “Medieval sounding. I don’t like it.”
“Excuse me?” Gwen asked with shock.
Uther just walked by, dismissing her completely and giving a foul look as he took in the apartment’s festive décor. “Who did all this Arthur? It’s like I’ve entered the cheapest mall of Albion. It’s awful.”
“I did.” Gwen told him pointedly, grabbing Uther’s arm to turn him around. She fixed her lips firmly. “I thought it would be nice for the holidays.”
Uther let out a low roll of laughter and moved away from her, seeing that there was not only one wildly curly haired woman in his son’s apartment, but also another. “And who are you?”
Gwen glared at Arthur who took a step forward. “Dad, this is Guinevere’s mother, Julia. Julia, this is my father, Uther Pendragon.”
“It’s so nice to meet you Mr. Pendragon.” She smiled warmly, perhaps in hope that a mother could lighten the mood. “Our children are quite smitten with each other.”
Uther snickered under his breath, before clearing his throat. “Oh so you’re her mother? Don’t take offense but I’m not happy at all that our children are smitten with each other, Julia. I think it’s deplorable.”
“You know what’s deplorable?” Morgana stalked into the room now. “You. Ruining everything.” She turned to her cousin. “Why did you even invite him?”
Arthur scratched at his head, making a face that said he had no choice. Morgana rolled her eyes, turning to Gwen. “Don’t mind him. He’s as bad as the Grinch who stole Christmas.” She turned around to the slightly skinny man following her. “Tell them how bad he is Merlin.”
He lifted his hands with shock. “What? How did I get into this? I’m not the one who can’t stand him. Most of the time. Well…when…”
Arthur rolled his eyes, coming to the center of the room. “Alright. Enough. Morgana. Just back off for one night, okay? It’s Christmas.”
“Ho ho.” Uther let out dryly.
Morgana slunk into the corner, tugging Merlin with her, who was thinking this was why he always had to get new sweaters. Because both Pendragons liked to lug him around, hence the material got ruined.
Arthur watched with a pensive look as Gwen decided to change things around. She was a third grade teacher. Now if she could get those kids to listen, surely she could get this man’s positive attention. She walked over to him genially. “Mr. Pendragon, come with me into the kitchen. We have some sweet muffins and-
“No.” He told her flatly, staring at her hair.
“What?” She asked.
“Did you do that on purpose, or was it a bad hairdryer incident?”
Arthur pushed his hand over his forehead. Guinevere was always trying to contain her wild curls and they looked particularly lovely tonight if you asked him. His father’s insult was not going to go over well.
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