(no subject)
Arthur,
I understand this may seem a bit too flowery but when searching for a gift I came across this and could not help myself. Many gifts I give you will wear away. Be replaced. But I hope you keep this safe. Secure. We do not know how long we have in this village, nor on Earth. And if I am to ever be, unfortunately, taken from you then I hope perhaps you will take this out from time to time. But I know we both refuse to be taken from one another so such a fear will never be realised.
I know you probably know all this but our life together, here and in Camelot, is something I had never anticipated. I've watched you for as long as I can recall as many others have. Many expected the copy of Uther but I knew from the moment I first met you that such a thing would not happen. Your father was a good King then and is now, truly. But you? Even as a child I looked forward to the moment you took the crown. Not that you probably recall the first time I met you. Eight years old. My mother, given she worked for Sir Leon, had agreed to help his mother at a feast your father was holding for your birthday. She sent for me from the house because she needed spare fabric and I rushed through the corridors to her. Only I lost my footing and dropped my basket.
And you just happened to help pick everything up.
The future King of Camelot helping the young daughter of a servant. Without grumbling, without viewing it as something he should not do. I could barely get the thanks out and you just smiled, nodded and left. If I knew then I would marry you one day I would have laughed so much.
You're my world, Arthur. Entirely. Being your wife is the best thing in my life. And it always will be.
Merry Christmas, my love. And I look forward to many, many more celebrations with you.
Your Guinevere