Arthur/Gwen fanfiction: When things change
Here's my first go at some Arthur/Gwen fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!!
NB: I do not own Merlin or any of the character that appear in this story, including that actors that play said characters (much to my disappointment!!!).
Author note: This is my first Arthur/Gwen fic and I’m not sure how many parts there will be to this fic yet, so if you want more let me know!!Spoilers from all of season one - cant wait for season 2!!!
When Things Change
Chapter one
Gwen’s Point of View
Living in Camelot, things were never what you would call quiet let alone normal, but lately thing have become even weirder than usual, well not weird but different. The people and the place are the same but certain people are beginning to change. It had always been myself, Arthur and Morgana, but that had changed with Merlin’s arrival all those months ago. Merlin had saved Arthur’s life and had been rewarded by the king by becoming part of the Royal household. It’s not only Arthur that he has helped though, He’s saved us all on several occasions, but I suppose its since his arrival that the four of us always seemed to get mixed up in what is going on in Camelot.
Merlin has always done what is right by everyone at whatever cost, while Morgana’s personality has gotten stronger and more stubborn at times, but she will always do what she thinks is right, even if it means going against Uther. One trait of her’s that hasn’t changed is that she has always been a friend to me, despite her ranking. From the day I started has her handmaiden, she has been there for me, in good times and bad, but especially in the bad.
While both Merlin and Morgana have changed, the person who has surprised me the most recently has been Arthur. For as long as I can remember he had always been Prince Arthur of Camelot, only son and heir of King Uther. Stubborn, annoying and as Merlin constantly remind him ‘ a prat’. In the past I’ve stayed away from him, after all he’s a Prince and I am only a handmaiden, until recently that is.
After Merlin was poisoned (saving Arthur’s live again), he defied his father and did what he knew was right by getting the cure and even smuggling the druid boy out of Camelot for Morgana. However it was during our time in Eldor, which made me see him in a different light. He wasn’t ‘Prince Arthur’ anymore, he became ‘Arthur’, who was there to help his friend. This was also when things started to change between us….don’t ask me when I first noticed it but when I did it was a shock. For some reason during our time in Eldor, part of me wanted to argue with him, why should the women fight? It’s their home as well as the men. But it was in the woods before the fight when arguing with him regarding food and he said my full name ‘Guinevere’. No one ever called me that (no one since my mother died), but just hearing it from him felt right, as if we understood each other.
The second time was after Uther had my father killed. Arthur was the first one to come and check on me (after Merlin that is). He promised that my home was mine for as long as I wanted and that if there was anything I needed then just to ask him. For the first time, I felt as if I belonged. The sincerity in his voice provided me with a much needed warmth at such a cold time. The use of ‘Guinevere’ again….well if only he knew how much that meant to me.
And the most recent time was after Arthur was attacked on a hunting trip. He was lying there so still, as if he was asleep, but we all knew how ill he was, he was dying before our eyes. Merlin had set out to find a cure, but there was nothing else we could do but sit and wait. Guais was so tired that I took over from him, sitting by Arthur’s side in case anything happened. There was nothing I could do to ease his suffering except keep him cool, as he had a raging fever. Although it was as I sat there, that I felt I was losing him, just as….well I don’t know what. He was going to become in my eyes the best King Camelot would ever see, the were something in side him that was there wait to come out and prove to everyone that he wasn’t just ‘a prat’. He had to live not only for Camelot and its people, but also for me. Selfish I know but at that point I didn’t know how I would carry on without him, if he died, I had lost too many people I cared about already.
I don’t know what happened over the following day, but when he awoke my heart skipped a beat, How I remained calm I don’t know. He was alive and that was all that mattered, but maybe, just maybe…….
I made an excuse to visit him, I’m not sure what it was now, but I had to see for myself that he was awake. When I got there we has just stirring from his sleep, so cute. Not for one minute did I think he would remember what I had said to him at his bedside, so I couldn’t believe it as she started reciting parts of it, something about ‘the man he was inside’, ’never lost faith’. I was so embarrassed and I’m sure he could see it in my expression, which I was so desperate to hide from him. When we said my name for that third time, it had a teasing/flirty tone, but I loved it all the same and I think, well I’m pretty sire that it was here that I knew I was in love with him.
That’s right I ‘Guinevere’ for the first time admitted I was and still am in love with Prince Arthur, but I would never be able to tell him, for he would never love me, for his destiny was to marry a lady of noble birth, not a handmaiden. But this didn’t make it any easier to live with.
Only time would tell what was to happen next.