I have just read some of John Keat's famous love letters to Fanny Brawne, and they got me inspired. I might continue this if there's any interest. Enjoy.

Love Letter

Gwen got home at about ten, to find amongst a new vase of fresh wild flowers, a note with the red and gold royal seal and her name written across it in scruffy calligraphy. She unrolled it quickly, her heart beating ferociously in her chest. It was Arthur's hand.

She did not know what to think, was too scared to guess or hope or dream. Whatever it was it was abundantly clear he had tormented himself over it. The ink was blotchy and smudged in some parts. She noticed with a giggle that he had crossed out his simple greeting of just "Guinevere" with the more elaborate "My dearest lady". Lady, she scoffed to herself. How simple it all would have been if she had been born into nobility or him into a nice peasant family. She shook her head. There was no point pondering what ifs. Settling her racing mind and curious heart down, she began to read her letter.

Guinevere,

My Dearest Lady,

You know by now that I do not possess the talent of expressing my sentiments as eloquently as Merlin. For this reason – that you deserve the finest eloquence that I cannot provide - in the past I have commissioned him to write you notes signed by me. But I feel I cannot let you go on another day without telling you the truth and in my own words.

Firstly, you must know that I am under no illusions. I know this will hurt both of us. My head knows that what I want most can never be but that does not stop my heart from hoping and dreaming. Secondly and far more importantly, you are quite simply the most magnificent and sweetest creature I have ever beheld and I am in love with you, Guinevere – a deep, selfish love. I care not for my responsibilities as Crown Prince, nor as a son or a warrior, my only duty is to tell you that ever since that first kiss, I swear day by day you have captivated me. All my todays are spent reliving that day's splendour, and though I have never dared speak it before let me tell you now how much I love you and admire you and desire you. I never believed in love before I met you – I never knew what such love you have made me feel was. Guinevere, I only have to hear of you and my heart pounds in my chest as though it is trying to escape, trying to flee my wretched, unworthy body. I guess that's because it no longer belongs to me, it belongs to you.

You are beautiful, much more than you realise. When you are around me my thoughts never sway; you always concentrate my whole senses. And when you are not nearby, you remain on my mind constantly and I imagine you in your cottage, sitting at your table in that purple dress that I like so much. You have become part of my consciousness and without you I cannot function, I cannot be.

Your sensible and reserved nature becomes my enemy when I try to determine the intensity of your feelings for me. I can never be sure, and it pains me to be so uncertain. Either way my affections will never cease and I anticipate in torment your response to my declaration. Have mercy on me, Guinevere, and if you love me fully and completely meet me tonight in the rose garden at midnight. Wear your best dress.

I love you.

Arthur

Gwen slid onto her bed, brown eyes soft with emotion. It took a moment to catch her breath. He loves me. Arthur loves me. She cried at the wonder of it - that she could be loved so passionately and so purely by a man – a beautiful angel of a man no less. She reread it again, and again.

Wear your best dress.

Her dazzling smile faltered a little. She was currently wearing her peach dress, her newest one, though after a hard day's work it was covered in stains. She would wear the lilac one, she decided, rereading the part where he said how much he liked it. That purple dress that I like so much. She twirled round her small cottage, giddy with delight. If she had caught Merlin snooping through the window, she probably would have blushed in embarrassment. She didn't though, and Merlin, satisfied the message had been so joyously received, silently dropped his master's second gift at her doorstep. He knocked and disappeared magically before Gwen opened the door.

Her hair was messy from her celebratory jig, and her face flushed from her excitement. Still, her grin widened as she found the new parcel.

She opened it up in the kitchen and gasped.

A wedding dress...?

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