Heart pounding in his chest, he drew toward her. His eyes held hers as they grew closer. Arthur was unsure of her feelings, he was unsure of a lot of thins.
There were only two things he knew completely and without question, one, that he, Arthur Pendragon, crown prince of Camelot, was in love with Guinevere, handmaiden, and two,
for as long as he would never want another. Her fiery passion, hidden behind her cool, controlled exterior, her lack of pretension, her beauty, her lack of awe at his title, stirred him
as no other had, as no other ever would again. Arthur meant for the kiss to be gentle, sweet, kind, easily explained away if she did not return his feelings, as a simple kiss of
gratitude, but the moment his lips touch hers, he lost all control. One hand went to her waist to draw her closer while the other threaded through her dark ebony curls to keep her
deliciously soft lips within reach. Arthur was so caught up in the feeling of finally having her in his arms, that he failed to notice, if only for a moment, that she was kissing him
back. When he did finally notice, his euphoria could not be contained and a quiet, sensual moan escaped his throat. How long he had waited for this, and now he was finally here,
he had everything, here in his Guinevere's arms he was home. He tried to pour all his admiration, respect, and most of all love into the kiss, wanting her to know that she was his
queen, his queen of hearts and that to him, she was the most incredible woman to ever have breathed in this world. In that moment, in that bubble, everything was perfect. But
then the bubble popped, the kiss ended, he became Arthur, Crown Prince of Camelot and she became Guinevere, the woman he loved but could not have. At that moment, Merlin
burst into the room, ending all chance of perhaps talking it out. But Merlin noticed the longing sadness in each pair of eyes as they stole furtive glances at each other and resolved
to do something about it.
