Gwen: The Servant Girl
I hold my tongue when Arthur says that breakfast was made for him. I saw his nose crinkle at the smell and knew right then and there that he would say something arrogant, as usual. I turn around and roll my eyes. He must have caught on that I was upset as he tried to flatter me with humor afterward. I cannot believe this! Does he honestly think that I will dismiss his rude behavior as soon as he tries to be charming? When the oatmeal is finished, I turn around to pour it. I see Arthur's face and watch as he begins to put on his cloak. Apparently, he must suddenly be in a hurry.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, he mentions that we should be leaving. Fortunately, I ate some bread and cheese before I stared my chores, so, I set the bowl down and grab my cloak as well. Out in the fresh air, I feel much better. The stuffiness of the house ebbs as the soft wind brushes my face. Arthur walks ahead of me heading over to the tents where the farmer Merlin found would be waiting.
As we walk, I wonder where Merlin is. He was supposed to meet us at the house. Perhaps he is at the tent? I look to see if I spot him as we walk, but to no avail. When we arrive at the tent, I see Arthur look at me. Ever since he awoke I have said nothing to him, so I get this feeling that he wants me to speak. "Sire, I apologize for breakfast. I can probably find you some more suitable food." What! I cannot believe I just said that. I must look so foolish. I do not know what it is, but I always seem to struggle when I talk to Arthur."I'm sorry. meant that we were in a hurry and you never ate any breakfast, so you must be starving." I feel my cheeks start to burn. I curse my girlish behavior hoping that Arthur does not notice my discomfort.