So this is my first Fanfiction so please be nice:). I have other chapters but I am not sure if it is good enough, so tell me if you like chapter one and I will put up more. It starts off slow, but it will pick up. PROMISE! This is a Gwen/Gwaine fic. I love the pairing (no offence to Arwen lovers out there, I love that pair too). So please enjoy...
It was an early summer's day with the sun already high in the sky as the wind blew her dark brown curls across her face. This is why she had always hated her curls. No matter how many tricks her mother had taught her her curls would run wild whenever they got the chance. As she once again tucked her curl behind her ear she quickly got back to her duties as the maid of the King's ward Morgana. She had been picking flowers all day, for the Lady Morgana. Just like Gwen, the Ward loved to wear flowers in her hair so Gwen made it her mission to insure that the Lady Morgana ALWAYS had flowers to fill her vases.
It was this particular morning that 8 year old Gwen decided to leave her home early to go pick the flowers. Later she realized that was the worst mistake she could have made. She gave her father, and mother a kiss goodbye, and told them she would be right home after her duties were over for the day. And out she went.
While in the royal gardens Gwen saw her favorite flowers, lilies. She loved the look, the smell, but mostly the color purple; she knew suited her best. But the purple did not suite the Lady Morgana the same.
'Maybe I could just take one, for myself? What would be the harm in that?' Little Gwen thought as she made her way towards the flower. When something pointy was pushed against her back.
"Don't' Move…If you want to live" came a small voice of a little girl Gwen assumed. "Why are you in the gardens? Father would not approve of this you know." Little laughter from the girls friends came out from behind the one pushing the pointy object into her back. 3 maybe 4.
'I could take them. Father taught me how to fight for myself. I could –' Gwen thought but was cut off as the pointy object was pushed a little deeper. "OUCH! I would watch it if I were you, GIRL!" Gwen said turning to face her enemy only to come face to face with a very shocked Prince of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon.
As the boys behind him snickered to themselves, the little 9 year old Arthur turned beet red, while his face began to turn to a pout. "Girl? I am your PRINCE! NOT PRINCESSE." He said as his voice rose in anger. "And you never answered my question about what you were doin' in the gardens?"
It was funny how quickly the young prince tried to chance the subject, while he shot glares to the little boys behind him.
"I… Sire… I was just picking flowers for the Lady Morgana. She loves to put them in her hair you see? She says they make her feel older. But I always tell her she doesn't need to look any older, she is already 10 she is practically a grown up now." Gwen stopped for air, but quickly continued when all she got from the boys were blank dumbfounded looks. "Well I didn't really say it to her face, but you see, Morgana just looks prettier with the flowers in her hair. NOT THAT SHE DOESN'T ALWAYS LOOK PRETTY! I would never say that, its just-"
"By the heavens would you just stop talking for 2 seconds?" Arthur's head fell back in an exaggerated eye roll, as he focused once again on Gwen. "I get it…Geezz do you always talk this much. NO WAIT don't answer that… I don't know how long it would take for you to get it out." Arthur and the other boys burst into laughter, while Gwen blushed furiously. Knowing she could not just turn her back on the Prince she stood in the garden fighting back her tears while the boy continued to say hurtful things when she heard it.
"GWEN?" came two voices much like the boys in front of her, from the woods. But Gwen knew exactly who they were; her best friends.
Two boys emerged from the woods, one with Black short hair, dark blue eyes, and wearing a blue shirt with a red neck scarf, and a cute dorky face. The other boy had dark brown hair, green eyes, with a washed out hammy down brown tunic, a hammy down surly from one of his 4older brothers.
Gwen couldn't help it anymore as she saw them and ran and threw her arms around the two boys. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Gwen what happened? Did he do this to you?" The green eyed boy asked glaring at Arthur.
Arthur approached the boy with an arrogant look in his eye "that 'he' is the Prince of Camelot."
"Gwaine its ok, I'm fine. It was my fault I shouldn't have been in the gardens." Gwen tried to grab the two boys and pull them away but lost.
"I don't care who you are. Nobody, NOBODY hurts our GWENNIE! Even the snot nosed Prince." Gwaine pulled his hand from Gwen while the black haired boy followed suite.
"Merlin, Gwaine come on it is fine, you will get in trouble. I am so sorry sire, we will be going. Come on guys." With one last desperate attempt she tried her hardest to pull them away but failed.
"No Gwen, Gwaine is right. Nobody messes with you, not while we are here." Merlin said crossing his arms.
"You both know I could have you thrown in the dungeons for a week, for talking to me in this manner. " Arthur said a slow grin reaching the corners of his mouth. "Unless you think we could end this in a different way? Perhaps you would like to spare with me. You lose I put you in the dungeons, but if you win… highly unlikely" he mumbled to the boys behind him, while they snickered. "then I promise I will leave 'Gwen' alone. Deal?"
"Sorry 'all mighty Prince' but I don't have a sword with me, and neither do you." Gwaine said plainly.
"Yes I do!" Arthur thrust his wooden sword into the sky, as if it was the most magical sword in all the land.
"That's wood… A child's toy." Merlin stated, while him a Gwaine exchanged a look.
"Oh no. Well I guess we better be going, come on!" Gwen tried to get them to come.
"Leon give this one your sword." Arthur pointed to Gwaine and Leon did as he was told.
Merlin moved back to stand by Gwen, as Gwaine and Arthur began to circle around each other with their swords at the ready. Arthur was the first to strike. Tripping Gwaine by the knees. Gwaine in all honesty had never held a sword in his life. He was a Merchant's son, what use would it do him? Gwaine hit the ground with an enormous thump. He could feel the ground vibrate up to his head as the pain register with him.
"Gwaine Leave it alone, you're gonna' get in trouble." Gwen was being held back by Merlin now as he held her hand in his comforting way.
Gwaine ignored her, this was no longer about what ever Arthur had done to Gwen, it was about his pride, Merlin's pride and Gwen's. He regained his footing and charged at the young prince only to be hit on his back by the sword of Arthur. Gwaine felt defeated, he kept his face in the now destroyed sunflowers as he heard the laughing and cheering from the other boys.
But not a lot of time had passed before he felt two sets of hands lift him from the soil. ' I let down Merlin, GWEN. Oh my Gosh my Mama is gonna kill me when she finds out!' was all Gwaine could think about.
"So I hope you learned your lesson. Now you can leave." Arthur said as he turned to leave, while everybody had confused looks on their faces.
"What? The deal was you were going to put us in the dungeons?" Gwaine said finally lifting his chin which had been aimed at the ground hoping it would swallow him whole.
"I changed my mind. But if you or your Girlfriend every cross me again I will not be so forgiving."
"She isn't my Girlfriend!" Gwaine yelled almost cutting Arthur off. "We are just friends!" Gwaine looked at Gwen for reassurance but was given none, as her eyes had been cast down at the ground, and Gwaine could see the blush on her face.
"That's it. AAAWWW" Gwaine charged at Arthur taking him by surprise, he may not have ever used a sword, but Arthur didn't have 4 older brothers to wrestle with.
Arthur was crushed under the 8 year old might of Gwaine, as the two boys wrestled with each other for only a moment while the other boys saw Arthur losing and pulled a red faced and angry Gwaine from Arthur.
"Let me at him, Let me at HIM!" Gwaine Yelled.
"You little prate! I was being nice! Now it will be the dungeons for you! Leon go and tell my father what has happened. Tell him to pick the nastiest cell we have!" Arthur growled.
1 day later
In the cells of Camelot sat a very angry Gwaine playing with a rock, throwing it against the wall. When Arthur walked in.
"My mother says that 1 year is too big a punishment for you. So she is making me let you go." Arthur said reluctantly. "But you, your friend, and your girlfriend better stay out of my way!" Arthur wiggled his figure in Gwaine's face.
As the green eyed little boy bit down on his lip and force out "Yes Sire."
Gwaine arrived home moments later.
"Gwaine Gingalain Lothian! You come right here mister!" His mother yelled from the center of the kitchen. It was going to be a long day for poor little Gwaine.