Ok, so this is a one-shot I've worked on for a while, it's set post Merlin, hopefully you'll like it, and hopefully review too :-D
Obviously I don't own the characters, they belong to the bbc.
Guinevere.
The only man had ever called her that, not even her father had called her by that name. Gwen sat and thought back to the times she'd heard Arthur call her by that name.
The first time had been when her father was still alive, when Arthur had arrested her for practising sorcery. His voice then had been full of nothing but duty as he had accused her of a crime she was not guilty of, years later they had discovered it was Merlin who had healed her father, when time had passed and Uther had died, when magic had finally been welcomed back into the land. He apologised then, begged her forgiveness for what he had done.
The second time had been in the woodland of Ealdor, calling her back to him when she'd said too much and had wanted to walk away, he'd called her back, with one word, that one word, and again he had apologised, agreeing that she was right, glad, although he never said so at the time, that someone was willing to tell him when he was wrong.
The third time had been after Arthur had recovered from the questing beast's attack. He'd remembered all the things she had said to him, the sudden outpouring of love for the future of the kingdom, and although she couldn't admit it at the time, the man she loved. He'd called her back, smirking as always, recalling exactly what she had said, insistent no matter how she tried to deny it, she'd apologised then, for being somewhere she shouldn't have been, hurrying from the room, fully aware of Arthur smirking propped up on the pillows.
Several times since that day Arthur had called her by that name, the day he asked for her hand, the day they married, the day he made her queen of Camelot. But the final time she had heard him say that word, that one sentence which sent shivers down her spine as she sat in her cold cell, the same one she had visited all those years ago to retrieve a flower to save a dying friend,
"Guinevere, Queen of Camelot, you are under arrest on the charge of adultery and are sentenced to death by burning".
She relived that scene in her head, over and over, Arthur's voice cold with duty, nothing but duty, just like the first time he had said her name, but now it was her turn to apologise,
"Arthur, oh god Arthur, I'm so sorry", she sobbed into the darkness.