Five Ways to Say I Love You

by Vienna Warren

As a result of a Valentine's Challenge off The Heart of Camelot, this five chapter mini-fic has ensued. Five ways Guinevere and Arthur say 'I love you' without actually uttering the words. (Just a disclaimer, I do not own the cover of this story. I found it on fanpop, so I credit the person who took the image)

1. Chapter 1: Tiptoeing Through the Lilies

Category: Het
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Universe: Canon
Rating: K
Summary: Arthur decides to bring Gwen some flowers...
Word Count: 337

Tiptoeing Through the Lilies?

Arthur Pendragon clutched a fistful of the most vibrant lilies to his chest. Standing outside Guinevere's small home, he was suddenly nervous. What if she hated them? Roses were probably more romantic, come to think of it. He rocked back and forth on his heels. Arthur shook his head once, trying to clear his mind. No, he'd have to treat this like a joust. Face the problem, head on.

He knocked on her door once, then twice. However, here was no answer. Arthur rapped on the door again. Still, only silence met him on the doorstep. He cleared his throat. "Guinevere?"

Suddenly, a noise came from inside, sounding like a vase being knocked over, then shattering. Arthur knocked a little more urgently. Or perhaps, pounded, was a better word for it.

"Gwen! Are you alright?" the young king called.

"Yes, I'm fine!" came the reply. Guinevere's voice was clearly laced with sleep. The door opened just wide enough so Arthur could enter. And enter he did.

"Gwen! How nice it is to see y-" his voice trailed off. "Uh, did I wake you?"

Guinevere had dark shadows under her brown eyes. Her hair stuck up in all directions and she was merely in her nightgown. "Oh, Arthur, I'm so sorry you have to see me like this. It's been a long week and I was so tired... I thought I'd sleep in. I had no idea you'd be visiting. I'm sorry." She rubbed her eyes childishly. Arthur grinned widely. "Gwen, you must be joking!" he laughed. "You are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, whether you're sad or ill or tired." he grasped her hands in his, then blinked in surprise. "Oh, right! I came to give you these." Arthur handed her the lilies, silently praying that she would like them, at least a tiny bit. To his relief and delight, her face lit up. "Oh Arthur..." Guinevere murmured. "They're lovely." She traced the outlines of Arthur's jaw with a delicate touch. "Just lovely."