Title: Gwen Moments
Author: BagginsPotterPevensie
Rating: K+/T overall. Nothing explicit/ too violent
Summary: Snippets of the life of the Witches' handmaiden, the Warlocks' friend, the King's Queen. Guinevere, Queen of Hearts
AN: I love Gwen- her passion to do what's right, her elegance in everything, her wise words, her true friendship, her amazing smile, natural grace and beauty. So much so it's begun to worry me how obsessive I am, and this is my outlet because I seem to get Gwen PB's (Plot Bunnies) at the most inconvenient times possible, e.g. during a Maths exam I really need to pass. So c'mon Gwen fans, jump onto the mad ride! Awooga!
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'And after you've done that, could you please mend my red dress as it has a slight tear at the bottom, and then clean the floor and bring me some dinner?'
'Of course, my Lady. Right away.'
Gwen turned to go, her smile falling in horror as it sank in that she would not be able to visit her Father's grave tonight. This whole week had been hectic what with the upcoming feast, but Morgana usually gave her less work on Thursdays. But not today.
She missed her father so much. She had always been a true Daddy's girl and felt she could always tell her Father everything and anything. Now he was gone, branded a traitor by Uther, and lay beneath the mud with a tainted name. She wasn't exactly lonely, what with Merlin who always made her laugh with that big goofy grin and her friends Violet and the other maids in the Castle.
And Arthur, of course. He made her cheeks flush and her heart beat so hard she was sure others could hear it as he held her tight and pressed her close to him. He made her feel so unbelievably happy and always told her to never lose hope.
'Gwen!' Morgana called out again.
Resisting the urge to scream, Gwen turned.
'I just remembered, it's Thursday! You can do the dress and floors tomorrow, and I'll have Afra bring me dinner.'
Arthur was right, Gwen thought as she laid the flowers on her Father's grave. Never lose hope.