Arthur, plucking up the courage to propose to Gwen but he can't find the words.
He watches her from the door of the King's Chambers as she tends to his ailing father.
Arthur can see the words form and reform, blend and shape in his mind's eye.
Gwen, what is Love if not Beautiful?
Where without Love within and without would ever be beautiless.
I look upon the beauty that I see in disbelief,
The Beauty of the Kingdom is nothing to what I see now.
All I can see is you, and in you I see a great Beauty.
Your Beauty, your Grace and your Majesty, you are the Trinity of Love.
I am Beholden to that Trinity, the true Beauty of my world.
Grace of Being who you are, leading all to follow you.
Your Majesty, your all conquering Beauty.
My Devotion is only surpassed by my Love of you,
My Loyality is unquestionable.
All reason is cast aside in awe of you.
Grace and Certainty,
Devotion and Loyalty,
Majesty and All Else,
You are My Queen.
She notices him clinging to the doorpost and motions him to enter, but he does not.
His Father sleeps quietly as she smoothes the furs around him.
She smiles not saying a word as Arthur turns to go.