Gwen knows she shouldn't have this. The quiet times when the last rays of the sun are setting and the moon picks out the marble features of her mistress and protector- the gentle intimacy and roaming fingers, hands, mouths- they have always been taught that they are things to be shared between Husband and Wife.

But she looks upon Merlin and Arthur, the gold that radiates from Arthur, constantly, that even Uther lacks- and the softer, gentler light that belongs to Merlin.

And she sees the world how it should be allowed to be.

She sees what love really is.