Prolouge
Guinevere woke up to the sound of Arthurs pig-like snoring. She smiled to herself, and rested her head on the Prince's firm chest, as sunlight burst through the open windows. Arthur woke with a start and gazed down at his true love.
"Good morning Guinevere." He whispered whilst bending his head down ever so slightly so his lips gently met hers. Her eyes fluttered open like a butterflies wing. She smiled.
"Good morning Arthur." She replied, staring into his beautiful blue iris'. She slowly lowered her head back down to rest on his chest again. Listening to his breathing as he drifted in and out of sleep. She listened his muffled snores as he fell into another slumber.
As she lay there, Gwen couldn't help but think how they had got into this situation. Ever since the dragon's attack, Gwen had been staying with the Prince, in his chambers. Still, she questioned her presence. She was only a servant after all. What if someone was to find her laying on the Crowned Prince of Camelot's bed?
She was quickly brought back to reality by a load snort. Courtesy of Arthur himself. She took that as her que to leave.
She carefully lifted his arm from her back and placed it on his stomach as she slid out from the white bed sheets. She quickly and quietly tiptoed around the room, gathering her clothes and running into the bathroom.
...
Arthurs eyes began to droop as he listened to the pointless murmering of members of the court, yet again.
Uther spoke up: " I am still not completly satisfied with the work standards of this castle. It seems since the attack of the dragon, the standards have plummeted. My opinion, is that every servant shall be replaced if they cannot keep up."
Arthurs head shot up at that.
"Father! You cannot just replace them asif they are merely a piece of rubbish. Most of them have families to uphold."
" That, I know. But if they cannot keep up with the standards in this castle then they shall have to go elsewhere."
The court fell completely silent.
"Every servant within this castle has 24 hours to prove themselves worthy of working in this castle. If they do not comprehend with regulations, then they shall be banished."
"Uther?" Arther yelled. "You can't do that!"
The King spun round in rage on his heels.
"How Dare You Address Me So! You shall remain in your chambers for the next 24hours."
Arthur stormed reluctantly from the court. His heels smashing on each of the tiles as his feet connected with each step.
He flew up to his room in rage. Swung the door open, the hinges squeaked and creaked in strain. Anger shot through his feet as he kicked chairs and tables before slumping onto
the bed and burying his head it his hands.
...
Gwen knelt on the cold, stone floor of the grand hall, scrubbing away, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned slowly around, only to see Merlin running towards her.
"Gwen!"
"Yes Merlin?"
"Uther is giving all servants 24hours to prove that we are worthy of work in this castle. Everyone is panicking."
"Have you spoken to Arthur about this?"
"No. Uther has confined him to his chambers all day."
"What can we do?"
"There's nothing we can do."