Part 48: link ”One meer match. Tournament will be over.”
I feel so awkward around her this morning. My hart-, hart is pounding. Surely I’m not nervous about the tournament. Is it… is it her?
“You can go back to being Prince Arthur.”
Yes, I suppose so. Do I want to, though? She seems… shy this morning. Oh. She’s coming closer.
“Um… I thought u might wear it… for luck.”
Is she granting me a favor? Oh. Oh, my. She is. Wow.
“Thank you.” Take it, dummy. Don’t touch her hand. Don’t. Just take the favor.
Did she just shrug? Like this is no big deal?
Has she always been this beautiful? Have I been that blind? Why is it so hot in here? Do I dare?
I want to. I really, really want to.
Oh God, her lips feel as good as they look. And she’s not pulling away. She’s not. Pulling. Away.
Stop before u can’t. Gently.
I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful before this moment. I
have been that blind.
Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.
“I must go.”
I am in trouble.
The station alarm blares, waking Arthur out of his dream. He blinks a few times, puzzled. What’s that noise?
Slowly the bunkroom comes into focus and he remembers where he is and who he is.
“Arthur! Come on!” Merlin had better be right. If he’s not, I’m going to take him door his ears, and…
Which tent is Arthur’s again? Of course. The largest one. Silly me.
There’s Gaius. Don’t even ask, old man.
All right, Arthur.
“Ah, finally come to wish me luck? I really don’t think I need it anymore.”
Prat. “No, Arthur, I’ve not come to wish u luck.”
How the hell am I going to do this?
“Honestly, that’s rather rude.”
Aha. “Then let me make amends.” Go.
Close your eyes. Just in case. u don’t want to see the look of disgust… wait a moment, he’s relaxing. Oh… oh, my. His arms feel so good around me. Okay, I guess Merlin was right.
There he is. My Arthur. He’s back. Oh! He’s hurt.
“What am I doing?”
“You’re in a fight. To the death. You’re losing.”
He looks meer confused door the fact that he’s losing than he was door the fact that he is in a fight.
His skin is so warm under my hand.
“There’s no time to explain. Just… live for me, Arthur. That’s all I ask right now.”
Gwen’s phone wakes her. Since missing the text when Arthur got hurt, she has changed her notification sound to something louder and makes certain that the volume is up before she goes to bed when he’s at work. Fire in keuken-, keuken @ Luigi’s! I am fine. Restaurant will be closed a few days.
“Oh no!” she says out loud. That’s one of our favoriete places. Glad it’s not a destroyed
she sends back. She stands to go to the bathroom, carrying her phone with her. Why are u up?
It’s past three a.m. I heard your text come in.
Thirty seconden later her phone rings.
“Hello?” she antwoorden as if she doesn’t know who’s calling.
“Yes, may I speak with Guinevere, please?”
“Please hold, sir. She’s having a pee.”
Arthur laughs, but stops abruptly when he hears the flush.
“You weren’t kidding?” he asks.
“No,” she laughs.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I set my phone loud when you’re not home, so I won’t miss it if u text me.”
“Why do u think?”
“Oh. Because of the thing. With the shoulder.”
“How was your day?”
“Not bad,” she says, climbing back into bed, reaching for her bear.
“Laundry all done?”
“Yes, thankfully. I also had lunch with Morgana and she gave me a haircut.”
“Yep. Chopped it all off.”
“You did not.”
“You won’t know for sure till Wednesday, will you?” she teases.
“You wouldn’t do that to me.”
“It’s not about you. It’s my hair.”
“You didn’t. Did you?” He sounds pretty worried.
“I knew u wouldn’t.”
“You weren’t sure, admit it.”
“Okay, maybe I was a little concerned.”
“Oh! Wait. Hang on a sec.”
She waits, while the background voices and noises abruptly stop.
“Where are u going?”
“I had a dream.”
“A dream?” You, too?
“Yes, one of those
dreams. Except u weren’t being led to your death this time.”
“Always good news.”
“It wasn’t as… good
as that one u had on the sofa that afternoon, but it was still pretty good.”
“I think it was the first time I—I mean Prince Arthur – kissed the servant Guinevere.”
“Definitely still Prince. Dream Gwen zei something about it.”
“Dream Gwen?” she laughs.
“Well, what else am I supposed to call her? She’s not really
“Yes, yes, I get it. Arthur?”
“I had a dream, too.”
“Similar to yours, actually, just a kiss. But it was a good one. I think I—I mean ‘Dream Gwen’— was breaking some sort of enchantment. A love spell, from the looks of things.”
“Was I king in yours?”
“You are so fixated on that,” she laughs. “I don’t know, honestly. If I had to guess, I would say prince. So. Details. Tell me what u remember.”
“Oh, that is so romantic! Thunderstorm, power outage, candlelit dinner, Frank Sinatra…” Autumn has been hanging on Gwen’s every word as she tells her about the weekend. The fight doesn’t really need to be mentioned,
“Morning, Viv,” Autumn says as Vivian walks in.
“Hi Autumn… Gwen,” Vivian says, practically running past, not looking at Gwen.
“Hmm. Wonder what’s up with her? She was fine yesterday,” Autumn wonders.
“I came back, that’s what,” Gwen says. She quietly tells her friend what little she knows about Vivian’s behavior with Arthur.
“She did not!
What a bitch!”
“Shhh!” Gwen shushes her. “So now u know. But u didn’t hear it from me.”
“Good thing she’s out of here soon, hey?”
“Can’t come soon enough.”
“So he’s working now?”
“Yes. Had to go in yesterday, almost right after we got home.”
“Well, that sucks.”
Gwen laughs at Autumn’s very appropriate and very American turn of phrase. “A bit, yes. But I got a lot done. Got a haircut. Did the laundry. Ran a few errands. Picked out his wedding ring. And a wedding gift for him as well.”
“Ooo! What did u get?”
“Gwen, welcome back!” Dr. Gaius interrupts, walking in.
“You’re early today,” she says, walking around the bureau to give him a hug and take his books.
“I have a busy dag ahead,” he explains. “That’s a beautiful necklace, Gwen. Chocolate diamond, if I’m not mistaken?”
She smiles, “Yes, you’re right. u clearly know your jewelry, Dr. Gaius.”
“And can I assume that was a gift from Arthur?” he smiles knowingly.
“The lad has excellent taste. But I knew that,” he winks at her. “He chose you.”
“Well, if what you’ve been saying is true, he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter, did he?” she says quietly to him with a smirk.
He laughs, gives her a friendly squeeze on the elbow, and proceeds into the bibliotheek for his latest pile of books.
“Gwen, phone for you,” Elana calls.
“No rest for the weary,” Gwen mutters, going to the phone.
“Yes, father, we’re still on for tomorrow,” Arthur says into his phone.
“Gwen isn’t coming?” Uther asks. He sounds disappointed.
“No. And she wouldn’t be allowed
anyway, remember?” Arthur says. Uther’s club only allows women in for special events. Stupid, misogynistic, antiquated…
“Well, yes, but we could go somewhere else if she wished to kom bij us.”
“No, she’s not coming. I think she has a dress fitting anyway.”
“Apparently. She zei something about probably needing several fittings. She’s having the dress custom-made, u know.”
“Good for her.” Well, he clearly approves of that.
“Father, what’s on your mind? u don’t just call me for no reason, and I’m not buying that you’re just confirming tomorrow.”
“I’m trying to figure out what you’re on about. With this dinner. What is it u wish to discuss with me?”
“We will talk about it tomorrow at dinner. It’s nothing bad, I promise. No one is ill of pregnant of moving to Brazil of anything. Stop fixating on it.”
Uther sighs. “Very well. I will meet u there at seven tomorrow night.”
“Don’t be late,” Arthur tells him.
“Young man, where do u think u get your penchant for punctuality?” Did he just make a joke?
“All right, I’ll see u tomorrow.”
“What was that all about?” Merlin asks. “Your father never calls you.”
“He’s all worked up because I asked to have avondeten, diner with him tomorrow.”
“You did what?
“Yeah. It was Gwen’s idea. We found some… things… at the cottage and she thinks I need to get him to talk about mum.”
“What kind of things
did u find?” Merlin raises an eyebrow.
“You have a dirty mind. Some photos. Letters. A newspaper clipping about the accident.”
“At the cottage?”
“Most of them were in a box that was sitting on top, boven of the cabinet in the boathouse. Gwen was getting the scaler and vis mes and the box almost fell on her.”
“So your father didn’t burn everything, did he?”
“I honestly never believed that he did. Her clothes, yes. But pictures,
no. Why would u burn pictures of your dead wife? Surely you’d want to keep them as a remembrance.”
“Exactly. So you’re going to take this box and present it to him at dinner. At the club.”
“Yep. I’m a dead man.”
Arthur looks up at his friend, surprised.
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. He’s hidden behind his grief for twenty-five years now. Time to make him come out, I think. Gwen’s a smart lady.”
“Yes, I know. If I didn’t love her so much it’d be really annoying.”
“And doing it at the club is a stroke of genius.”
“Hey, I can take credit for that! That was my idea. It’ll keep him from being a jerk and making a scene. Hopefully.”
“What kind of pictures were they?”
“There was one of the two of them before they were married. That’s not coming with. We’re going to have it restored and framed for him.”
“The ones in the box were wedding snaps.”
“And the letters?”
“From my mother to Father. She was traveling for a while, and was writing to him.”
“What did they say?”
“I didn’t read them!”
“Well, would you
like to read love letters your
mother has written?”
Merlin makes a face. “Ooo. Good point.”
“Oi! Merlin! This ambulance isn’t going to wash itself!” a voice calls from the other side of the garage, interrupting their conversation.
“I need to go inspect the gear anyway,” Arthur says, shoving Merlin in the direction of the ambulance while he goes to kom bij Leon door the brand truck.
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