5 words turned into drabble that describe...
Wise - Having or showing experience, knowledge, and good judgment
"You can't banish him. He's your best friend." Gwen pleaded staring at her husband as he brooded at his desk
"He lied to me! For 6 years! He treated us as friends and lied to our faces! He has magic Guinevere! He is evil!" he shouted at her.
"Just because someone is magical doesn't mean they are evil!" She shouted back. Arthur froze. He features hard ad unreadable. Gwen stood her ground, her head raised, her jaw set. She knew she was right.
"What?" Arthur all but hissed at her.
"Just because Merlin, or anyone for that matter, was born with magic doesn't make them inherently evil. It makes them gifted."
Arthur stood, his chair clattering to floor behind him. "You think the people responsible for my mother's death aren't evil?" He growled. Gwen stared at him, unfazed by his rage.
"I think that no person is born good or born evil." Arthur was still frozen, his shoulder tensed. Gwen clasped her hands together, but never took her eyes off Arthur. He sighed and sat on the desk, facing away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Hypothetically," Arthur began, Guinevere moved and stood in front of him. "If I made magic legal, if I allowed Merlin to stay and live and if I forgave him… What would the others think?" Arthur looked at her, his arms folded across his chest. Gwen reach out and rubbed his arm gently.
"Others?" She questioned.
"Yes. Everyone else… Everyone normal." Arthur clarified.
"The expansions of rights for the oppressed, does not mean the reduction of those rights for the people who already possess them."
"I… How do I change the way I was brought up? How do I alter the beliefs that were drilled into me?" Gwen stepped forward and reached out, stroking his cheek. Arthur's unfolded his arms and rested his hands on her hips. His sapphire eyes looked into hers desperately seeking answer.
"Arthur, you don't need to change or alter your beliefs instantly. Just challenge them… think about it like this. You had a natural skill with a sword from birth, and you trained to perfect it, until you became an astounding swordsman right?" Arthur nodded "and you could have used your talent for good or evil, right?"
Arthur sighed and rested his head on her collarbone.
"What's your point Guinevere?"
"My point is that power is neutral. It's the person that chooses to be good or evil." Arthur looked up at Guinevere. Her chocolate eyes pleading, her brow creased in concern, her curls framing her face. Arthur stood, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, her hands falling his chest.
"When did you become such wise council?" He queried smiling, his eyes still thinking, worrying, evaluating. Guinevere smiled back at him, her own eyes concerned.
"When you started needing me."