"You are my sunshine…my only sunshine.." Gwen's broom hit the wooden floor boards to a rhythm that matched the beat of her song. "You make me happy, when skies are gray."
She paused, a short sigh echoing from her lungs, as she leant upon her broom for a short rest. Indeed, the skies were gray and they had been for some weeks. The cheerful colours of fall had headed into the dull dreary precuts of winter. For some reason, a little colour always seemed to make her life happier, hence her dress choice of the day, a vivid yellow.
Saturdays were the one day of the week Morgana had chosen to have to herself. Gwen was happy to have the day off, but still found herself constantly fretting over what could possibly happen to her mistress. In fact, Gwen often found herself to be lonely with Morgana's company.
Her door was wide open, allowing the last of the fresh breezes freshen her house, and lighten her spirits. She certainly didn't expect any visitors, however, and pulled her mending basket from underneath the table. At least she could keep her fingers occupied.
The door was wide open; Arthur did the sensible thing and walked straight through. He never even thought to knock. Her reaction was something that required much thought, however, as it baffled him to the very core.
Guinevere's sewing basket dropped from her lap and onto the floor. "Oh my god, Arthur."
He froze. "I'm sorry…the door…it was open."
Gwen frantically brushed stray curls back into her bun, sucking on her finger, which she'd pricked on a needle, during her surprise. "Yes…yes, it was."
The Prince pursed his lips, and pointed to the door, as the silence the room became quite awkward. "Would you like me to leave?"
She desperately wished her face would choose one shade of pink. "Yes! I mean, no. Stay. You are welcome to stay."
Arthur began to truly realize the meaning of the phrase "silent as the grave" as they stood, silently, only a few feet away from one another. Both had dozens of words they'd wish to say, but both were also to reserved to reveal them.
"I heard you singing." He finally said.
Guinevere sat down quickly, afraid her legs would give out from embarrassment.
"You have a lovely voice." Arthur continued, bewildered by her sudden exclusion. "And such a beautiful song could not befit a more lovely owner."
Guinevere now really was lost for words. Here she was, alone in a room with someone she wanted to love forever, but couldn't. "It was for a friend, who I know will always watch over me." She swallowed, glancing down at her shoes.
Arthur took the liberty to sit down next to her, a soft and curious smile lighting his face. "Would you….sing it again?"
Gwen looked up, completely captivated by his ocean blue eyes, and began to sing.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away."