Author: As I was writing this, I suddenly forgot what to write. ._. Okay, I remember it now. :D
I do not own Nanatsu no Taizai or any of its characters. Kudos to Nakaba-san!
"Your Majesty! Cameliard is under the attack of Norgales! The King of Cameliard had appealed for your help!" Without any second thoughts, the new king of Camelot rushed into battle. With Excalibur strapped in his waist, he succored Cameliard with ease, slaying King Ryons of Norgales. The battle left Leodegrance terribly wounded, and Arthur himself escorted him to the castle to be nursed back to health.
Leodegrance had sworn loyalty to Uther Pendragon, Arthur's father and former King of Camelot, and even to him, as the new king, which is why not even once did he think twice of coming to his aid.
It was then that the young king first laid his eyes on the blooming garden in the ward, decorated with roses and lilies. It was beautiful, far from his palace in Camelot who was only beginning to rise from its dark times. Servants scampered at the arrival of the two kings, taking the wounded king and helping him to his room. "The King shall be fine," a voice behind him say. It was Merlin, the sorceress who had helped him since he had been crowned king. However, the king's pair of purple eyes were focused somewhere else; past those lines of red roses, a figure in blue stood, with silken blonde locks adorning her figure, held loosely to one side by a small bundle of roses as headdress. Arthur only snapped back to reality upon that figure disappearing from his sight and into the palace. In only a small amount of time, he found himself inside the palace as well, eyes searching for the same figure he had seen.
"Is there something wrong, Arthur?" asked Merlin as she trailed behind him, wondering what could have gotten into his head. It was time to return to Camelot, but Arthur had made up his mind. Never would he leave the lands of Cameliard lest he takes even only that fair maiden's name.
It left him bothered, having only seen her from a distance, and he doubted fate would ever give him a chance to meet her once again if he leave now.
"I am deeply indebted to you," another voice said, and as Arthur turned his head towards the direction of said voice, he found King Leodegrance, standing mighty and healthy, before him. "If it weren't to your help, Cameliard would have been lost to that prideful Ryons." But then again, he was lost in a dreamy world, his eyes falling on the young lass that stood on the side of the king. She had the face like that of an angel; her eyes were a gleaming pair of lovely blue hues that were, sadly, focused on the pages of a book.
The king of Cameliard interrupted him with a fake cough, and whether or not he noticed how the younger king gazed at the maiden by his side, Arthur was never sure, and he was enveloped in embarrassment that he stood straight, gathering himself to answer. "A-Ah... O-Of course, Your Majesty. We are allies, after all." Still, his gaze never left the young woman, and oh, how he wished she would glance at his direction even only for once. He wished to know her name, even only that would keep his young heart satisfied.
It was as if Leodegrance had witnessed the desire in Arthur's eyes, that he took the book being read by the lass and spoke, "Guinevere, would you ever be so kind to serve our guests tea in the Great Hall?" It was the first that Arthur had seen her lips stretch to a small smile, as she gave a bow of respect to the two kings and left.
Guinevere. The young man's heart was then filled with joy that he couldn't tug back the smile on his lips, watching her as she once again disappeared from his sight, this time, with an assurance of her return.
And so, in the Great Hall, they discussed things, varying greatly from these and those. He learned that Guinevere was the king's only daughter and heir, after the Queen died early.
But with a series of quick events, Arthur began to wonder how it ended up being only the two of them, taking a stroll in the palace garden. She was soft-spoken, yet a fair smile never left her lips, which only made poor Arthur's heart melting at every passing minute. "It must have been wonderful to rule your own kingdom at such a young age," said she.
"Not quite," answered he. "Camelot had been in the brink of darkness after the death of King Uther, and bringing it back to its former glory is something that is not easy at all."
She seemed not to believe in his words, and she replied, "But Camelot had been making a name in Britannia. Even father was impressed at such how a king as young as Your Majesty is could do that in a short amount of time."
The other's lips heaved a sigh. "Though it appears my efforts are not enough, as I could not please a fair maiden as you are." She stopped from walking, and that was only when Arthur had realized what exactly did he just say."
"To pull a sword that even the strongest of Holy Knights could not move... I would let you know that it was truly impressive." His heart fluttered like that of butterflies upon hearing those words, and a proposal quickly ran over his head. But as he was to discuss said proposal to the king, Merlin came by, saying that it'd be best if they no longer delay their return to Camelot. After all, he had kingly duties to attend to.
Upon his return to Camelot, her angelic image remained ingrained on his head all throughout the day. And so, he told Merlin, who had but noticed the strange acts of the young king, "I wish to marry Princess Guinevere." To which she replied, "Then why did you not tell the king?"
Wanting nothing but his wish be fulfilled, he sent forth three knights to inform Leodegrance of Arthur's wish. But it was Leodegrance himself who seem to distrust the king of Camelot, despite the latter's help in battle. Arthur couldn't blame him though, for doubting Arthur's birth.
Just as when he was losing hope, the knights returned with a good news of Leodegrance's approval, and Guinevere's arrival to Camelot.
But there was a time on that day of joy that Arthur did not know of. In the Solar, Merlin spoke, "I honestly did not expect seeing you after such a long time."
Guinevere replied with an equal smile, "It was thanks to you that I lived this long."
But right now, things seemed to have made an entire 180-degree turn. Arthur knew it ddid, but somehow, it appears it didn't. Guinevere was still Guinevere, dressed in gowns of silk and having the same smile on her face.
That's right. Gwen is Gwen.
Author: Is it bad that I actually forgot why I was writing this fanfic in the first place? O_O
Ah, but setting that aside, this chapter ended up more like a flashback on how they met and I promise on the next chapters, I WOULD really delve into Gwen's character as a nephalem and other stuff. TT_TT
Why do I end up writing more romance than I should? And this one kinda went out of the way of Nanatsu no Taizai. :D
Again, again, I do not own Nanatsu no Taizai or any of the characters from the manga/anime.
