"Cooking being one of them but also knowing what to say to someone I care about" Gwen lifted her head as Arthur leaned in towards her. Their lips met. Suddenly the door burst open and Merlin appeared

"Arthur, there's a ... oh... sorry," the two jumped apart and Merlin continued "There's an assassin in Camelot and, well, he's here to kill you. Odin sent him," Gwen's eyes widened.

"Why would Odin want you dead?" Arthur looked at her.

"Because, Guinevere, I have done some terrible things, many that I cannot forgive myself for. I killed Odin's son, he challenged me to a fight, I had no quarrel with him. I can still see his face, he looked so scared,"

"You cannot blame yourself," Gwen stepped forward but it was Merlin who broke the awkward silence.

"No one knows where you are, if the assassin can't find you he can't kill you,"

"May I continue to stay here?"

"Yes, of course, for as long as you need,"

"Thank you Guinevere, now Merlin, you should be on your way, I'm sure Gaius can find a job for you to do, if not I certainly can,"

"Yes, right, of course. I'll be off now, sire, Gwen," Merlin backed out of the wooden door, smirking. Arthur pulled out the bench from under the table and perched on the edge, Gwen sat down opposite him.

"About what happened earlier ..." Arthur began but he was interrupted by Guinevere.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again sire," she mumbled, still staring at the plain table.

"Oh, won't it? I don't know how to say this any other way Guinevere but I want it to, happen again that is, and I have for a very long time," He paused for breath, only to find Gwen staring at him, mouth open wide. "What? It's true!" Arthur exclaimed to a still shocked and confused Gwen. Arthur got up and started pacing.

"What's wrong?"

"Guinevere, I am afraid my father would never understand. I'm sorry,"

"Of course, you don't have to explain," she looked up at him. Their eyes locked together, they just couldn't help themselves. Arthur lent down to her and gently pressed his lips against hers. He carefully pushed her back against the wall, as though afraid she might break. The kiss became more and more passionate as they held each other up, Gwen moved them over to the bed, onto which they both fell. She ended up laid on Arthur's chest, where she placed three sweet kisses.

"Are you sure?"

"Arthur, I have never been more sure of anything in my life!"