Small and hopeful. Intelligent and reassuring. Comforting, quick and slow. Loving.

Some people spend their entire lives afraid of saying something that will offend another. Tripping over their own words, in an attempt to placate. In most people this was annoying and yet in some people this bumbling, almost timid action was a mark of their personality.

Something that you had to get used to, but once you had when it stopped you missed it. Where his father's smiles had been few and far between, Gwen's were often and bright. She'd flash a smile at him from the corner of a room, small and almost painful to look at.

So hopeful, that he would become a great king, a wise king, her king. Sometimes these smiles hurt him, the hope vested in them. Hope that Arthur couldn't help but think was somewhat misguided and false. But when she smiled at him to comfort him, she couldn't help but smile back.

Despite everything that had happened they were still friends, and Arthur knew that he much preferred her slow evolving smile. Over her quick smiles, meant to placate him and cover up how sad or hurt she really was. A part of him hated those smiles, especially after what happened…

AN: I finished school and I don't have much to do so, I've been writing… Anyway Read and Review please.