It was the middle of summer, the serving girl was in the young prince's room cleaning and organizing. The prince had sacked yet another man servant, so the maid servant took over his responsibilities, while juggling her own. As Gwen put one of the prince's shirts away she felt something cold and hard. What is this..? Gwen thought as she clasped the object. She pulled it out of the closet to find her reflection staring back at her. Wow…this is an amazing mirror… though as Gwen looked at her reflection she was disappointed, her reflection was less than satisfactory, she was sweaty, her hair was all out of place and she seemed to be burned a little bit from the hot sun…usually she didn't burn, but it was a particularly hot summer…
As the servant girl was staring at her reflection in came the prince sweaty from training. Finally, this is how a summer should be, me and my knights training as if we had a war on our hands… the prince thought as he entered his chamber while taking off his completely soaked shirt. He tosses it on the floor and heads to his closet for a shirt but—
"What are you doing here?" the young prince asked as Gwen was still staring at her reflection. Shocked, the serving girl throws the mirror up but catches it in time. She turns to see the prince…the half naked prince.
"I-I-sorry…I was putting your clothes away—,"
"Don't you get enough of your reflection?" Arthur asked annoyed. Sometimes being a prince means no privacy…all I wanted was a shirt…the prince thought. Selfish he was…never thought about the other side of the story.
"What do you mean?"
"You're always looking at your reflection, when you get water, when you're pouring drinks," the prince said while brushing past her to get to his closet. He grabs a shirt while Gwen tries to process what this prince was saying. "And now you're using my mother's mirror, when you could be using your own," he walks back past Guinevere to see her face.
"I'm sorry…I didn't know it was your mother's," Gwen said. She lost her thought process as soon as he mentioned his mother. Great…now she's sad…the prince thought now that he was looking at the serving girl's face. Actually looking at it, still as beautiful as ever…her skin is darker than usually…probably because of the sun, it gives her a certain glow…her hair is slightly messy which makes her more attractive…why is she so beautiful? The prince thought.
"It's alright…I don't us it," the prince says with a shrug. Once upon a time when Arthur was only six his father would catch his boy in his room staring into the mirror as if hoping to see his mother's reflection…so the king gave it to his beloved son, the only remains of his beloved wife. But Arthur stopped looking at it a long time ago. He never got what he wanted from it… "But then again…I don't think you need it," he adds. Picking on her is fun… well…when she took it well it was fun…Arthur thought.
This isn't funny anymore! What? Does he think that everyone can afford a mirror? He's such a spoiled pig! I don't look at myself all of the time! I'm not as vain as he is! Gwen thought as she finally regained what she was feeling.
"Excuse me sire, but I don't have a mirror, and that's why I look at my reflection so much because I don't see it often! Not to mention I don't have people throwing themselves at me like you do!" Gwen said before she could control her self. Her free hand flew to her mouth in shock while the prince's eyes were wide. I'll never get used to her courage…or her stupidity…whichever it was… "I'm sorry sire, I'll leave," Gwen said quickly. She gives the prince his mirror and heads out his chambers.
"Wait, Guinevere," she keeps walking. "Gwen!" She stops dead in her tracks but does not turn around.
"Yes sire?" She asked looking down. The prince walks up to her and hands her his mirror.
"Here, I gave it to you…I don't know much about my mother but I know she was beautiful. So it's only fair that a beautiful woman should own it," She looked back at her prince. Shocked.
"No, it's your mothers—,"
"Please Guinevere—Gwen, take it. If anyone asks…say it's from your admirer," The prince smiled a mischievous smile as Gwen took the mirror.
"Thank you sire, this means…everything to me…" she smiled as she took the gift. "You're very nice…when you want to be…"
"And you're very…loud…when you want to be," Gwen laughed. "I like your laugh," he said with a bright smile.
"Well then…I'll try to laugh…for you," with that Gwen turns around and walks towards the door.
"Good bye Guinevere,"
"Good bye Arty," Arthur laughs. And for Gwen, she hoped that he would laugh a lot too. For her.
A/N: Not the best but I hope you like it...I'm glad about all of the reviews I've got, please keep it up and check out my other stories. Well, of course if you want to , I don't want to force you to do anything...Again thank you!