InsaneJournal

Gwen had taken to staying in the past few days, allowing the occasional visitor as she tried to get back to normal. She really had to start realising her body’s hints that she was working too hard, and that it would lead to a few days of sickness. Sighing, she curled up more on her couch, a book sitting on her lap. She had to get to know more things about what had changed, and had taken to looking at some of the more recent history books. To be honest, she was getting more and more worried about what was to become of Camelot if fighting was still at large now. But hopefully Camelot was okay.

Even if it didn’t exactly exist at this point.

She had come across so many versions of books talking about the legend that was meant to be her future, but so far had managed to avoid it. It was fine knowing what happened in the future, just not hers. She would rather live it out. Besides, the legends were exactly that, and she knew legends could be wrong. Focussing on the book on her lap, she tried to focus on reading about all the new inventions, all the technological things that had been brought into existence. But soon she found her eyes closing, making her sigh and pull herself up to stand. Stretching, she headed towards her bedroom, not wasting any time and going straight to her bed.

It was strange, not having Arthur there for once. He said he would show up if he could, but she knew things weren’t easy. And she could have a night alone, she managed that often. Sitting onto the bed, her legs tucked under the covers, she switched on the bedside light before opening the book again, but it wasn’t long until her eyes were once again dozing off.

Startled a little, her eyes flung open as she looked over at her door, Arthur standing there with that little smirk on his face. Smiling, she pushed the covers to the side and ran to him, her arms going around his neck as she hugged him close. She was getting better, after all, she didn’t mind being this close to him now. He wouldn’t get sick. Pulling back a little, she let her lips find his, feeling his grip on her hips tighten almost painfully. The need for air getting too strong she had no choice but to pull away, her smile still wide.

“I’ve missed you,” she said with a blush, knowing that he would realise what she really meant was she missed this closeness, missed the feeling of his lips on hers. He simply laughed at her and pulled her close again.

In the blink of an eye she had found herself writhing under him, and for a moment she was confused as to how she didn’t realise that they had gotten to this. But then he moved his hips in that way and she no longer cared. Letting herself get lost in their movements, she didn’t care about anything else. It was always the case. When they made love nothing else mattered, they were in their own little world. With a shout and a moan, he was no longer on top of her, and she instantly rolled into his hold like so many times before. Grinning as she tried to calm her breathing, she pressed a kiss to his chest, before brushing her wet hair from her eyes. They lay there in each other’s arms for so long she was sure hours had past, before she pulled away and looked down at him.

“Arthur...”

He simply grunted in response, and she rolled her eyes. He never was good at full blown conversations straight after sex. She usually had to wait a while for sentences that didn’t include ‘Oh God Guinevere’ to come from his lips. Laughing a little, she brushed her lips against his before sitting up fully, grasping the covers to her chest.

“I want to tell you something, but...I’m scared you’ll laugh. Not that I think you don’t have the right to laugh it’s just, I don’t think it’s a funny thing. Well it could be but what I mean is...I want to say something that is very important to me,” she took a deep breath, looking over at him to see if he was listening. Noticing that his eyes were on hers, she closed her own for a moment, trying to bring up the courage. Slowly, she opened them, leaning over him a little. “Arthur...I think I’m falling in love with you. No I don't think, I know. I've never felt this way before for anyone.”

Her  eyes slowly looked back to him, and she bit her lip, waiting for a response. What she did get, she didn’t expect. She watched as Arthur stood, chucking the bed shirt she had on before he arrived at her. Confused, she pulled it on just in time to see Arthur pulling on his jeans, his shirt hanging loosely over them. Standing up, she made to walk over to him, only to have him put his hand up in an order to stop.

“Why did you tell me that?”

Gwen frowned at his question. Wasn’t it obvious why she would tell him such a thing? Why would anyone tell the person they were with that they were falling in love with them?

“Because I wanted you to know. And...” Her frown deepened as she looked at him, sadness clear on her face. “And I hoped you felt the same way.”

The laugh she heard from his lips after those words was the cruellest she had ever heard him use. After pulling on his shoes he was completely dressed, and he took a few steps forward and cupped her cheek.

“Guinevere. You honestly believe I would say those words? I knew you were innocent but I never thought you were that stupid and naive.”

His words hurt more than if he had run her through with his sword. Stepping away from him, she shook her head.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered, only to be responded with that smirk.

“Oh Gwen. Do you honestly believe I’d want you like that? You’re a servant, nothing more. A bit of fun, a little game. That’s all you ever were.”

Gwen shook her head, moving back to sit onto her bed, the tears stinging in her eyes. Taking a gasping breath, her eyes opened to see the room empty, the door closed firmly. Her hand began to shake as she brought it to her mouth, stifling the sobs that came from her as she curled up onto her bed, her tears soaking the pillow.