Arthur yawned. Was it really morning? A weak bit of sunlight poured through the eastern window to prove it. Of course he was tired, though, he'd been up late into the night talking with Gwen. It had been entirely worth it. A satisfied smile settled over his lips. Guinevere was still curled up tight against a pillow and his left shoulder. He would've moved, but didn't want to disturb her. Slowly, he brushed a curl from under her eyes, and gently pressed his lips against her cheek. "Goodmorning, my love." A day in the country had been settled for the couple, and the king was ready for time with his beloved, and her alone. This was rare, and priceless when found in Camelot.

The sun was streaming in through the thin fabric curtains, but Guinevere didn't seem to stir. It had been wonderful last night, talking with Arthur. Their plans had assured her rest, for she loved the country, and this cottage was just perfect. Utterly comfortable sleep had come quickly, blessing her with a full night's worth. Guinevere faintly felt something brush against her cheek and began to stir awake. "Mmm..Good morning." Her eyes opened slowly, grinning as her love filled her vision.

"Have sweet dreams?" Arthur had no mind to move from his resting place now. It was too perfect. She was warm and soft in his arms. Her big brown eyes hazed with sleep, but bright with the sun light that had awoken him. He placed his fingers in her hair, and softly twirled.

"They were wonderful." There was no hurry for her to move, this was too nice. His face was full of warmth of love, gazing down at her. When he smiled it still made her go all light and weak at the knees. "You look so peaceful, in the mornings." Guinevere chuckled, watching his finges lace in her hair.

"Only when I have you." He replied, a soft chuckle shaking his chest. "You make me who I am, Gwen." Arthur leaned down, and kissed her once again, before standing, and pulling a shirt on from where he'd left it on a nearby chair.

"You're too sweet to me, Arthur." Her smile turned into a wide grin, a rush of heat filling her as he kissed her. "Mmm. I'm glad." She watched him as he stood, sitting up slowly.

"Nothing is too sweet to for you." A rare grin burst out on his face, as he pulled her from the bed, and close into his arms. "You are the sweetest thing that I have ever known."

"God...I love you, Arthur." A tiny giggle escaped her chest as she landed against him. Being close to him made her flush. Her head lowered, a blush redening her round cheeks.

He didn't reply, but picked her up by the waist and twirled her around in a circle, laughing. "I love you too."

She sqealed happily, throwing her head back in a warm laugh. "Arthuuurr!" Guinevere protested, not really minding, however.

Arthur never wanted to let go. She completely satisfied him, as rain in a desert. A mischievous look darted through his eyes. "I, for one, am more than ready to spend the day with you and only. My beloved wife."

Guinever felt completely at home in his arms. He was her husband, her life. "And I, am ready to spend this glorious day with my wonderful husband!"

"Have I told you have beautiful you look this morning?" He looked down into her eyes, adoringly, smoothing her hair as she lay against his chest.

"You have, now." Her eyes were glassy with love and warmth. Returning Arthur's gaze longingly, happiness filled her heart.

Arthur went the the wardrobe, and pulled out a dress. It was red velvet, off the shoulders, and rimmed with golden stitching. He smiled at his tiny wife, standing there in her nightgown. "This one."

She turned from brushing her hair, smiling as he opened the wardrobe. She tilted her head curiously. "Oohh. It's perfect!" A gasp escaped Guinevere's parted lips, eyeing the dress up.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a moment, before leaving to let her change.

She smiled as he kissed her forehead, closing her eyes for a second, relishing it. As he took leave Guinevere began to change.

Half an hour later, Arthur gently helped her onto her horse, a white mare. "Careful there." He said gently. "Don't fall."

Her eyes rolled lovingly at him. "Oh come now, I'm a natural. Don't worry.." She grinned at him, shifting to a comfortable position.

"I know. I'm over cautious." He said slowly, pulling her hand close to his heart. This aroused some good natured snickers from the younger knights. "But only because I love you."

The look Guinever shot a the knights was one people would shiver from, returning a sweet mess in front of her husband. "And I love you too, so much." She reached down and touched his cheek.

Arthur mounted, and riding at a slow trot, guided the horses towards their cottage in the mountains. Once away from the village, the ride became more relaxing and amiable.

Relaxing into the ride Gwen looked around, grining at the surroundings. So much time had been spent riding around in these places she was used to them.

Arthur stilled his horse, looking out across the mountains. "Stunning. I'll never get used to it."

Gwen's breathe caught in her throat as her gaze wavered across the mountains. "It truly is a breathtaking sight."

He took a deep breath, and spotting the cabin a few miles away, grinned. "Race you?"

"Oh, you're on." Gwen kicked her horse gently into action.

Arthur threw his head back in a laugh, and urged the horse forwards, but purposefully let her win.

Gwen giggled watching him come to a stop. "I won!" She clasped her hands together in excitment.

"You won!" He encouraged, blue eyes sparking to match the shade of the sky. "Completely beat me." The young king jumped from his horse and helped her down, placing his hands around her thin waist. "My love. Welcome home."

"Yes, I did! I beat you!" She laughed happily, watching him walk over to them. Then a silence stilled between them, and leaning into his chest as he placed his hands on her waist she whispered. "Home.. It sounds so beautiful.."

"Guinevere." Arthur murmured, and caressed her face. "May I ask you something?"

"Yes, my love, go ahead." Her face pink with a blush, looked up at him.

"May we name him Alastair...our son? You, know, eventually." He chuckled, and swept Guinevere up into his arms, carrying her into the house.

"Alastair?.." A small, thoughtful look drifted onto her face as she settled into his arms. "Yes. It's beautiful."

Arthur bent his neck down, and his lips into hers silently. "So do I."

Her heart went all fluttery as she kissed him gently.

The moments passed slowly, and he didn't let go. Arthur set her down on her feet, inside, and shut the door. The privacy was amazingly inviting.

Her feet walked her over to the bed, smoothing the sheets down with a smile. The bed felt very comfortable, edging backward onto it.

"Tired?" He smirked softly.

"Mm..No." Gwen sighed, looking back at him.

Arthur came closer, and gently ran his hands over her bare shoulders. His breaths slowed gently on her neck. "You've never been more beautiful, Guinevere."

She shivered, biting her lip, becoming breathless. "Really..?"

He pulled her into a warm hug, closing his eyes. The moment was perfect. They were together, and nothing else needed to be.

She snuggled against him gently. This felt amazing. Just how she pictured her life with him, both of them entwined.

"Tell me, what could make our lives more perfect?" Arthur whispered.

"Our own little nest of a family. You, me, and...Alastair." She said back, her arms folding around his neck.

He smiled, repeatedly grazing her neck with his lips. "Alastair. Yes. Camelot needs a heir, and we need...a son."

Gwen pulled him closer, embracing the touch, and wishing for nothing more than to hold him close. Their love, truly, was one that surpassed all odds.