She always loved her time alone. When her duties felt like they'd never existed and she could just focus on her surroundings.
When she looked around, it was nice not to see the castle and be forced to think about things that she was trying to avoid. It was nice to have a little slice of peace for a short period of time.
But eventually, her worries began to creep back into her mind, worries she'd tried to keep back at the castle and not think of while travelling through the forest to her current spot. But it was impossible not to think.
Her mind whirled at certain possibilities. Like the strange feeling she got around Morgana these days, the feeling that her lady was hiding something from her. Something big, that Morgana obviously thought Gwen couldn't be trusted with, which made the handmaiden feel very unimportant.
Or the strange theory she had, surrounding Merlin. She could've sworn she'd seen him perform magic, on various occasions, but whenever she thought back it seemed impossible. Merlin was just someone like her, a potential nobody, how could he possess something as wondrous as magic and still be in the pauper position that he was?
Guinevere shook her head slowly, her eyes closing and a frown appearing on her lips. The whole point of this daily outing is to clear her mind, not fill it.
Placing her focus on the golden sunshine that lit up the grass around her and filtered through the heavy canopy of trees above her, she attempted to fall asleep. But a slight pressure on the soft spot of her neck had her eyes reluctantly opening again.
Yet another worry had filled her mind, him.
Removing his lips from her neck and drawing an arm around her waist, Arthur sat quietly next to her, knowing not to speak in case he disturbed her train of thought.
Arthur Pendragon was being extremely risky. Having a relationship with a handmaiden wouldn't really go down well in her society, or any society for that matter. But he had assured her that one day it would be and they both wouldn't have to worry anymore.
"What are you thinking about?" His whispered question seemed to fade into the wind.
"You," Guinevere answered quietly, before burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry if I'm distracting you," he apologised quietly.
At this, Guinevere said nothing, for Arthur was proving to be a very welcomed distraction, one that she could live with quite easily.
A/N: It's been ages since my last Arthur/Guinevere. Thought I ought to post something.