Gwen's skin prickled with that thrill of gooseflesh when she turned the corner in the castle and came face to face with the object of her daydreams. Lancelot's lips curved his tan features into that gorgeous smile that he seemed to reserve just for her.
"My lady! You are a most welcome sight indeed," he had almost slid to a stop in order to capture her hand in his and press his lips against her now almost hot skin. That kiss was like a brand to her heart burned straight from the mark on her flesh.
"Lancelot!" Arthur's voice carried down the hallway, Gwen snatched her hand away, swallowing guiltily before scurrying around the corner and out of sight while Lancelot raised an eyebrow before turning to his Prince.
"Your Majesty? I was just on my way to see you," Lancelot replied as Arthur glowered at him from his doorway a hint of jealousy behind his blue gaze.
"Lancelot, come in, we need to talk about the journey North tomorrow," Arthur shut the door behind Lancelot.
Gwen peeked her head around the far corner of the passage and sighed, the door closing on her conundrum. She turned on her heel and scuffed her heels across the stones of the hallway, walking away.