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Gwen was blowing out the last candle. Tonight, the night Arthur came home, she would be able to get some sleep. There were no more tears to shed. Arthur was safe. Arthur was home. Arthur was hers.

Merlin had knocked on her door. Gwen, too terrified to open the door herself, called out to the young wizard. "Please, come in."

"Gwen. You shouldn't keep your door unlocked like that. Anyone could come in." Merlin closed the door behind him, and stepped into Gwen's quaint house. He looked around, noticed several trinkets that instantly stood out as Gwen, and several that were manlier, left over from her father.

"Merlin, I think I can take care of myself. Besides, Camelot is safe. You made sure to that." Gwen slowly replaced a washed jug to the table. She busied herself with other activities, too. Washing the window, sweeping the floor, nothing was too insignificant right now. Nothing, until Merlin opened his mouth.

"He wants to see you." Gwen stopped sweeping. "He wishes me to escort you to his chambers."

Gwen couldn't remember putting away the broom, or walking to the castle, or knocking on Arthur's door. She remembers walking in to his back turned. He was looking out the window, across the courtyard, across his kingdom. She stood there gazing at him, remembering the broadness of his shoulders, the slight curl of his hair at the nape of his neck. Her hypnosis was occluded by Merlin's cacophonous clearing of his throat. Slowly, Arthur turned around.

Gwen couldn't help herself. She ran to him; flung her arms around him, kissed him. And, he kissed back. They were in his bed chambers, as a couple in love. There was no pageantry here. She was no longer a servant, and he was no longer the prince. Arthur kissed her with every thought, every inkling, of romance that he had had over the past few days. He needed to tell her how he felt. He needed her to know that he was hers, completely, regretfully. Regretfully, because he was always used to having the upper hand. He wasn't used to depending on someone this much. If she desired to crush him, she could. It terrified him.

Of course, Arthur knew that Gwen could never hurt him.

"Guinevere." Once. Lingering on his lips, sealed between kisses.

The End.

Sorry if you wanted more. I wrote this as a way to get over some writer's block. Just a little exercise. Please tell me what you think. Since you've already done half of the whole read and review thing… ;)