You, Me, and the World.
Chapter One
It was Market Day in Camelot: farmers and merchants had come from all of the five kingdoms, and as soon as they set up their stands, the streets filled with people. It didn't matter whether they were nobles or commoners, they were all out in the market; some of them to see the textiles, spices and other goods coming from the neighbouring kingdoms and others in order to buy them. Market Days were always a spectacle in the city, especially since Arthur had become the king, and this one was one of the busiest that Camelot ever had.
Arthur, the only son of Uther Pendragon took over the throne after the death of his father, and despite his young age, he became a strong and just king. One of his first acts was to change the laws of knighthood, starting with The First Code of Camelot which said that only noblemen could be knighted. Arthur extended it to commoners, too, so now everyone could be a knight if they were brave, loyal and skilled enough to earn it. Although at first, the court hadn't fully supported the change, Arthur's men, The Knights of The Round Table turned to be the finest warriors in all of the five kingdoms; they were well-known and respected everywhere.
Guinevere, or Gwen, as everyone usually called her, tried making her way out of the crowd, pushing and bumping into others in the street full of people to get back to her house, where the curtains of the council room were waiting for her to mend them. However, going home couldn't have been more difficult this morning due to the Market Day.
"I'm so sorry," she said, as she had accidentally stepped on someone's foot, but her apology got lost in the noise of the street.
Then suddenly, it all went quiet: everyone froze for a moment, then they moved away from the
middle of the street to let The Knights of the Round Table pass, as they were on their way back from the morning patrol. None of them really seemed to notice Gwen, or any other of the commoners, while they couldn't take their eyes off them, even though they went through this street every day. Guinevere glanced up at the big white stallion walking past her and she saw the man who rode the horse, and who was named Sir Lancelot. He was a young man in his mind-twenties, with short dark brown hair and he was glancing down at her. As their eyes met, Gwen couldn't help but smile, and Lancelot smiled back at her.
"Who is that woman?" he asked as they rode along the street. He looked back at her, that young lady with dark, curly hair, brown skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"That is Gwen, Morgana's maid," Merlin replied and with a wide grin on his face, he waved to her, since the two were friends for a long time now.
"Gwen," Lancelot repeated, smiling.
He couldn't stop thinking about her all day and Guinevere couldn't stop thinking about him either.
Six hours later Guinevere was sitting at the table drinking her tea, when there was a knock on the door. She walked over to the door, opened it just a crack and peered outside: standing there, straight and tall, was Sir Lancelot.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, being a little nervous for coming to a woman's house whom he had seen only once before.
On one hand, it seemed ridiculous, but on the other hand, it was the right thing to do. He couldn't get her out of his head and when he knew that she was a friend of Merlin's, he asked where she lived without any second thoughts. And now he was there, with a clenched stomach, hoping she wouldn't send him away.
"Oh no, it's fine," Guinevere replied, opening the door fully now.
Seeing Lancelot she was uable to wipe the smile off her face, as the knight was on her mind during the whole day. She wanted to see him again, at some moment so much that she was making up excuses to go to the castle to meet the knights. One was more ridiculous than another, but luckily she could stop herself before doing anything foolish.
"This is going to sound awkward, but when I saw you earlier today I felt like I needed to see you again," Lancelot said, but after finishing the sentence, he regretted it immediately. It might be too early to say such things, however, he couldn't come up with any other reasonable excuse.
Guinevere looked down and blushed, yet her smile stayed on. He needed to see me again! She thought to herself and she felt a strange fluttering in her stomach, as if a bunch of butterflies were flying there. She had never felt like this before, but she found it good somehow.
"Lancelot!" A distant voice called before Gwen could have said anything. Lancelot threw a glance towards it, pressing his lips together. Why now? He thought, then turned back to Gwen.
"I have to go, but I want to see you again, somewhere," Lancelot said.
"But where?" Guinevere asked, maybe a little too impatiently, but since he had to go, they didn't have a lot of time left to talk about it. Wherever it was going to be, she was already looking forward to meet him.
"In the forest. In the afternoon tomorrow," he said. That was the first place that came into his mind. Gwen nodded her head, smiling at him, still blushing a little. As a goodbye, he kissed her hand, then walked away.
Gwen was still standing at the door, with a dreamy smile on her face, watching him go. It was nice.
Chapter One was improved by my awesome co-writer, whitepencil .tumblr :)