The surface of the lake reflected broken sunlight as it rippled in the light breeze, which also ruffled Arthur's hair as he sat and stared absently at the water.
It had been difficult enough to learn what could happen with Morgana, and he was glad that he had been prepared for that-- although, it had still stung to see her scheme against Gwen like that. And then, there was Guinevere. While the moments which unfolded between them on that screen had been lovely, it was too bizarre for him to really enjoy it. Watching himself do things he had not yet done-- knowing that other people watched that, saw their private moments...
Watching Merlin use magic as if he was quite familiar with it, a familiarity that came with years of use. Seeing him and Gaius discuss it as if they had done so countless times before.
Sitting helplessly on this side of the action as his father slapped Guinevere across the face...
He had not even come to terms with Uther's lies about Morgana's paternity. He had vaguely come to terms with Morgana's betrayal, in the belief that it could be changed. But all of this, at once?
It was easier to watch the sunlight reflect off of the lake than think about it.
He did not hear Guinevere approach, but looked up at her voice. "Hi."