The Best Chicken Broth Ever // [ closed; incomplete ]

[idkmywarlock]

Characters: idkmywarlock & onedayaqueen
Setting/Location: Gwen's room!
Date & Time: Backdated to Day 18 and mid-morningish?
Warnings: Chicken.
Summary: Arthur gets news of Gwen falling sick. So like the amazing and dashing prince charming that he is, he clearly only has one thing to do for his ~damsel in distress~. Make some chicken.

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[onedayaqueen]

Gwen wanted to sleep, really; it would have been very welcome. She was exhausted. But every time she nearly fell into a slumber, her lungs decided otherwise, and she erupted into a coughing fit. And it frustrated her that she couldn't do much about it--and it seemed a lot of other people on the caravan were sick, as well, so she refused to draw attention to just one more

[idkmywarlock]

It didn't take very long for Arthur to reach the room that had been assigned to Gwen. Of course, that certainly didn't have anything to do with his own hastened pace in getting there. Which he definitely did not have to slow down as he approached the door because that would mean he'd been hurrying in the first place. Which he hadn't.

As he neared the door, he quickly straightened his shirt to ensure that he was at least a bit presentable before moving to knock on the door.

"Guinevere," he called out. "Are you awake?"

[onedayaqueen]

She sat up--a little too quickly for a short wave of dizziness rushed through her--but she shook her head (also a bad idea, because then she only felt dizzy again).

"My lord--" she started, but was interrupted by coughs. Again. She rolled over, gently placing her feet on the ground. With blankets snuggled around her, she started for the door. He would not be coming in and getting sick himself, thank you very much. She took a deep breath, already tired just from getting into a standing position. "I'm awake, but--" And more coughing.

[idkmywarlock]

?The prince frowned as he listed to the coughing inside the room. He was sure she might've started feeling somewhat better by now, but clearly this was not the case. It seems as if she was worse off than he'd realized.

"Guinevere, I'm coming in, alright?"

He turned the door knob tentatively, hoping that it was unlocked so that he would be able to get inside without troubling Gwen to get up when she wasn't feeling well.