4. Dark
They plod through the forest, chatting away. It's dusk, but by the time they reach the clearing, they are submerged in the night sky. As they approach their destination, Arthur realises Guinevere has gone extremely quiet.
"Guinevere? You aren't talking." he asks, squeezing her hand. She looks up at him, feigning happiness. Her face gives her away. She's pale and shaking.
"What's wrong?" Arthur asks, stopping.
She hesitates, looking wide eyed when a bat flies past overhead.
"Scared of the dark?" he asks, a smile forming. Guinevere doesn't admit it. He knows.
An arm snakes around her waist, and he places a chaste kiss to her forehead.
"Don't be afraid, okay? I'll protect you."
Next Prompt: Seeking Solace.
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