Gwen finds out from Morgana that she didn’t have to beg Arthur at alllostinlaceOctober 19 2009, 23:19:04 UTC
As Guinevere fluffed out the bedspread to turn the corners to be flat she caught some of what Morgana was going on about.
"I can't believe that. I mean I made a total fool out of my self, but it felt so good to just throw caution at the wind and do what was right. You deserved."
"Thank you, Milady," she said, but it was obvious she was more concerned with the heavy ends of the mattress. When Morgana got going, there was no stopping her. Guinevere got away with every other word.
"...I could have throttled him. He just stood there like some kind of misplaced statue. Just like a good-little-boy. Needless to say when I got to his room...URAH! There weren't enough awful names I could have called him."
"You didn't!" Gwen found herself genuinely shocked.
"I wanted to take those things he had in his hands, set them on fire, and trebuchet them at him in an open field."
Gwen snorted as she pulled up the first sheet. Even though her mistress's back was facing her she could still see the absolute ridged posture and could feel the anger permeating through her. Even though she was employed by her friend, she was still grateful for her outside of that.
And then Guinevere froze. She was grateful that she had turned away just in time to have her back face Morgana after the last thing she said.
"It was so weird. I mean, he was already going. I told him how great you were, and he stopped to show me the things he had were for the trip he had been packing for to find you. I mean generally he is a terrible liar, but he had me convinced."
"Imagine that..." Gwen didn't even recognize her voice. Since when was it high pitched and squeaky like that.
Morgana squinted at her. "What are you not telling me?"
"Nothing! I swear! I...I had no idea that," she swallowed deeply, "the Prince would ever do something like that." She blinked innocently. "You know, for me. I had assumed that you begged him to come."
"What! Begged no. Yell, annoy, pester, poke, and scream, yes. But I didn't need to. In fact what I did do actually delayed the rescue, love. I am so sorry about that." Morgana had come to pull Gwen into another hug.
Gwen didn't want to think about it, but it was true. Perhaps if Arthur had gotten there sooner...
Just as she returned the common form of affection, Prince Arthur barged his way into his faux-sister's room. Guinevere found herself in a similar position since the last time they had seen each other. This time she wished he could see the wonder, gratitude, and hope in them. Hope for them both this time around.
"Dammit, why don't you knock," Morgana yelled.
"It's my bloody castle!"
Guinevere sighed and smiled her leave. The corners of Arthur's mouth turned up just a bit, and he quieted down and softly moved out of her way.
Morgana glared at Arthur. Then she watched him watch Gwen leave. Then she looked back at Arthur.
"I can't believe that. I mean I made a total fool out of my self, but it felt so good to just throw caution at the wind and do what was right. You deserved."
"Thank you, Milady," she said, but it was obvious she was more concerned with the heavy ends of the mattress. When Morgana got going, there was no stopping her. Guinevere got away with every other word.
"...I could have throttled him. He just stood there like some kind of misplaced statue. Just like a good-little-boy. Needless to say when I got to his room...URAH! There weren't enough awful names I could have called him."
"You didn't!" Gwen found herself genuinely shocked.
"I wanted to take those things he had in his hands, set them on fire, and trebuchet them at him in an open field."
Gwen snorted as she pulled up the first sheet. Even though her mistress's back was facing her she could still see the absolute ridged posture and could feel the anger permeating through her. Even though she was employed by her friend, she was still grateful for her outside of that.
And then Guinevere froze. She was grateful that she had turned away just in time to have her back face Morgana after the last thing she said.
"It was so weird. I mean, he was already going. I told him how great you were, and he stopped to show me the things he had were for the trip he had been packing for to find you. I mean generally he is a terrible liar, but he had me convinced."
"Imagine that..." Gwen didn't even recognize her voice. Since when was it high pitched and squeaky like that.
Morgana squinted at her. "What are you not telling me?"
"Nothing! I swear! I...I had no idea that," she swallowed deeply, "the Prince would ever do something like that." She blinked innocently. "You know, for me. I had assumed that you begged him to come."
"What! Begged no. Yell, annoy, pester, poke, and scream, yes. But I didn't need to. In fact what I did do actually delayed the rescue, love. I am so sorry about that." Morgana had come to pull Gwen into another hug.
Gwen didn't want to think about it, but it was true. Perhaps if Arthur had gotten there sooner...
Just as she returned the common form of affection, Prince Arthur barged his way into his faux-sister's room. Guinevere found herself in a similar position since the last time they had seen each other. This time she wished he could see the wonder, gratitude, and hope in them. Hope for them both this time around.
"Dammit, why don't you knock," Morgana yelled.
"It's my bloody castle!"
Guinevere sighed and smiled her leave. The corners of Arthur's mouth turned up just a bit, and he quieted down and softly moved out of her way.
Morgana glared at Arthur. Then she watched him watch Gwen leave. Then she looked back at Arthur.
"Arthur Pendragon, what did you do?"
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I'm so happy people are writing my prompts. Drabble tag is a glorious idea, I must say.
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so happy that guinevere smiled and arthur smiled there at the end. :D
i'm curious though to know morgana's confrontation with arthur after that haha.
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