He was the Crowned Prince. Heir apparent to the throne. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and he had pretty much everything he need, or ever wanted. However today, he learns that there was something that he desperately yearns for, something that he did not have.
He leaned against the door, his face forcibly blank as he continued to study the situation. His arms were wrapped loosely over his chest, his jaw were set in a hard line as he scrutinized the easy smile and the soft voice.
‘This is beautiful,’ she murmured, her long fingers hovering over the bright petals. ‘My lady will love these.’
‘You have good eye,’ the old man nodded at her choice, ‘and good timing. These flowers will be gone in less than an hour. Everyone wants these beauties to adorn their bedchambers.’
She laughed as he held out the bouquet, hugging the fragrant bundle close to her. Arthur felt something streaked past, an unfamiliar surge of pain. In time, he would put it away as jealousy but right now the sharp slash was crippling. She had never laughed like that around him. He remembered that time in Ealdor when she gave him a strained smile before scurrying off. Then there was that time in his chamber. After all his digging and prodding, he only managed to pry a half hearted smile before she dashed off.
And today, he didn’t know what possessed him to hang around her, wishing she’d turn and smile at him. He was practicing in the courtyard with his other knights when a swish of dark brown skirt swept across the courtyard and he caught sight of a flutter of black curls bouncing over red cloak. He had turned, his tired arms by his side, sweat sliding down his face and he stared.
As his chest heaved with the effort to breath, his blue eyes were glued on her distant figure, noticing how the hard breeze had whipped her skirt and cloak around her body. He could see the long outline of her legs as she walked quickly to her destination.
Something made him tossed his sword down and the clutter made the other knights turned to him. ‘We’re done for today,’ he said distractedly and amidst their confused mutters, he left.
And now, here he was. Standing under the shadow of darkness, he was able to observe without being seen. Instinctively he took one step back as she moved towards him.
‘Thank you.’ He watched silently as she gives the old man another smile. Why was it that she was so generous with her smile with others but not him? Jealousy sank its venom-dripped fang into him again. He took another step into the darkness’s embrace as she breeze past, that hint of pleasure was still hovering over her lips and that propelled him to call out. ‘Guinevere.’
He noticed how her body stiffened with shock, her warm chocolate eyes were wide as she turned to the sound of his voice,
‘Oh.’ She pressed a hand over her heaving chest, her other hand clutching her bouquet like it was a potential weapon. ‘You scared me.’ Her dark eyes flickered behind his shoulder and Arthur’s irritation bubbled to the surface.
‘Are you avoiding me?’
‘What? No, of course not. What makes you think that..’ she paused for a second before she spoke again, after she visibly pulled herself together. ‘I mean, no sire.’
He straightened and Gwen hastily averted her eyes from his sweaty chest. She didn’t need any visual aid to fuel her restless nights, thank you very much. She had enough to cope as it is.
‘I have to go,’ Gwen shuffled back. ‘Morgana is expecting me. Not that I’m avoiding you or anything, which I’m not, it’s just that I have loads of work to be done and.. and I have to go.’ She would have fled, run as fast as she could like her life depended on it but he stopped her. He was quick, so very quick as he stepped in front of her, cutting off her route to safety.
‘You are avoiding me,’ he pointed it out again irritably.
Gwen forced herself to hold his piercing blue gaze. ‘For the last time, I am not.’
She tried not to let the rush of heat from flooding her face or he’ll know she was lying. Then she’ll be in an even bigger trouble. She didn’t know why but she seems to run into him everywhere these days. Life were so much simpler back then when he didn’t really know who she was and she hadn’t poured out her embarrassing thoughts to him.
Now it seems like every time she turned, he was there. Like this time for instance, staring down at her with a hint of displeasure etched over his frown.
‘If you say so, very well then.’ Arthur gave her a curt nod but still, she could see the disbelief in his eyes as clearly as she could see its colour. However, since he was willing to let her go, she grabbed at the chance and gave him a quick bob, gathered her skirts and tried to walk sedately away. Only sedately in her dictionary means practically tripping over her own feet in her haste to flee. But Gwen had no qualm in suddenly being in denial, so yes, sedately.
And Arthur continued to watch her hasty retreat as yet again, she rushed away. The blue eyes were still narrowed in frustration as he forced himself to walk the other way.
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