Lace Gloves
Summary: Gwen remembers Arthur by his last gift.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin nor its characters.
They were a gift, the lace gloves. One of the last she had received from him.
Sometimes when her heart felt heavy she would stand in the window where he had once brooded, holding the lace gloves up to her cheek. The touch of the white fabric was soft, much like his caress once was.
She missed him.
At long last, Queen Guinevere of Camelot pulled the gloves onto her slim hands, then admired them in a shaft of sunlight that filtered through the window. She could just imagine Arthur beside her, feel his touch still on her cheek. Then she turned and left the chambers, finally ready for her council meeting.