Hey there, everyone! :D

This is my very first Merlin story, a series of little chapters with Arwen! But there'll be some Freylin too, promise! ;)

Enjoy!

01 Admit

‚How can I admit … that I think about her, all the time? Or … that I care about her more than anyone? How can I admit that I wouldn't know what I'd do if any harm comes to her? Because nothing can ever happen between us! To admit my feelings, knowing it'd … hurt too much …'

His own words repeated over and over in Arthur Pendragon's head as he made his way through the long corridors of the castle.

The prince's grip became tighter around the flowers he held in hand as he tried to banish these treacherous words from his mind. He remembered what Guinevere had said to him. ‚You have nothing to prove! At least of all to me …'

No, you're wrong, Guinevere. I have everything to prove, Arthur thought, barely paying attention to where he was going. To myself. That I'm not a coward, that I can let you know how I feel …

You'll never get to say it! Face it, she'll never know you actually lo-

He nearly bumped into Merlin, who tripped over his own feet and hit the floor.

‚Ouch!'

‚Oh, sorry, Merlin', Arthur grinned, helping him up. Merlin shot him a look and grabbed the laundry he had held in his arms.

‚Merlin, have you seen Gwen? I'm …'

‚Looking for her? Again? As discret as possible, of course?', Merlin smirked and Arthur sighed. ‚Yes, I-'

‚She's in Morgana's room, Morgana's out for a ride. Take your chance, eh?'

With this words he turned around and headed for the laundry, but stopped and called over his shoulder: ‚Oh, and good luck, dollophead!'

Then he was gone, before Arthur could say another word. Well, that was strange … but Arthur just shrugged. He'd talk to Merlin later, first … Guinevere.

Guinevere hummed softly as she changed the bed sheets of Lady Morgana. It was a beautiful day, a warm breeze in the air. She had hoped to see Arthur around some time, but hadn't seen him all day, what was really strange.

Well, she had seen him training, of course, but she didn't get to talk to him. She missed it, talking to him. But this would be so much easier if Gwaine wouldn't be shooting looks at her all the time. It was a sort of mischievious, cheeky grin, flashing looks between her and Arthur. Gwen just rolled her eyes at him, and he winked back.

Gwen did not get around than to think about their kiss … was it really because Arthur had feelings for her? She still hadn't figured it out, but it felt so … right. So good.

The thoughts of their lips touching sent shivers down her back and she could barely concentrate on what her hands were doing.

‚Silly girl. You've got work to do! No time for daydreams now', she muttered to herself and pulled herself together, just as the world suddenly became dark.

‚Guess who?', a familiar voice murmured into her ear. Gwen laughed and turned around.

‚Arthur!'

He grinned at her and held out a bunch of flowers. ‚I thought you might … like these', he said, smiling widely as Gwen took them, beaming.

‚Thank you, that's so sweet!' Then she suddenly got serious and Gwen reminded herself of where they were. ‚What if someone sees us?', she hissed and shot a worried look into the corridor. Arthur laughed instead. ‚Why would somebody come to Lady Morgana's room at midday?'

‚Hm, well … the Lady Morgana.', Gwen suggested, mockingly serious.

Arthur chuckled and nervously ran one hand through his hair. Guinevere looked at him, anxiously, oh how beautiful she looked when she looked at him like this …

‚Er, chrm, I … would like to, er …', he started and cleared his throat, as he realized he was babbling. Princes were not supposed to say ‚Er', that was for sure …

‚Yes?', Gwen asked and drew herself closer to him, making him excale her wonderful lavender-scent …

Arthur took a deep breath and grabbed her hands, reliefed she did not pull back. ‚Guinevere, there is something I would like to say to you for a couple of weeks now, but I was too cowardly to admit it, even to myself. But the truth is, I … you are a wonderful person, Guinevere. Kind, strong, beautiful, gentle … I have never felt like this before, never felt such an … urge to be near to a person. To be near to you. I get distracted whenever you're near, just to see your face is enough to forget the whole world. What I want to say, Guinevere, is … I love you.'

He let go of her hands, shocked as he saw tears dwelling up in her eyes.

‚Did I … say something wrong?', he asked carefully and Guinevere shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

‚No', she managed to say, ‚It's just I have never heard such beautiful words, I …'

Arthur nearly gasped as she suddenly threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. He stumbled backwards a little, suprised, but then his hands found her waist and drew her closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Guinevere sighed and locked her arms around his neck. As they broke apart (from a sudden lack of air), Arthur smiled and gently brushed her tears away. Gwen rested her forehead on his and whispered:

‚I love you too, Arthur Pendragon.'

Okay, I'm soo sure this cannot be counted as a drabble, but nevermind! ;)

I know there was a great lack of Merlin in this one - and as he appeared he seemed so … confident … and he saved himself before he could be hit by a goblet or something;) – but I promise to let him get his part, too! :D

Tell me what you think and do not be shy to tell me what I could do better and how I could improve my language and grammar!

Love you all!

xxx

TiliaofAnkh