The onslaught continues...
No one realizes how boring it is to listen to the introductions of a foreign emissary until you have to sit through a whole bunch of them in a row. It is how Arthur feels this particular day. Bored out of his skull, there is nothing good to look at among the nobles who have come to court. Wandering eye has been known to grip many a young man of Arthur's age and virility. Scouting through the potential girls, Arthur finds little pleasure in the sport of the women who have so recently appeared in court.
It wasn't until he finds a curious bird popping out at him. He notices the girl's waist carrying the bird. Her curves mesmerize Arthur. His eyes wander up to the bust. Breath hitched, he feels his happy place twitch slightly. There was no way this could real. He has to know who this girl is.
Going further up the girl's figure, Arthur's eyes see none other than Guinivere standing straight, against a pillar, away from most of the crowd. Gwen has always been a pretty girl, but it is in the light behind her truly bringing out the beautiful colors in the lavender dress she is wearing with light also brightening her sweet face. A feeling that Arthur has never felt before swells in his chest, he morosely acknowledges, no man will be truly worthy of her.
He has to find a way to make himself worthy of her.