Date: October
POV: Gwen
Stimulus word: Flexible
AN: Yet again, I'm sorry if I upset anyone with the last drabble. I didn't mean to. Here is the promised drabble from Gwen's POV :) The next will be from either Morgana or Uther… I haven't decided :)
Dedication: Whoever invented the 'Random Word Generator' – very inspirational!!
She'd tried to be flexible.
Oh, how she'd tried.
In fact, she'd succeeded; bending herself around him – and so many others – that she may as well have been made out of rubber. She'd slipped and twisted through the complicated, self-obsessed weavings of their simple lives, a needle poised in her frantic hand as she hastened, yet again, to undo the spoil. Damage control; that as all she was to them.
I'm sorry, Gwen, I have to go. There are places that still haven't heard of me that I have to go rescue from some tragic fate… a knight's work is never done! I don't know how on earth I'll manage to attend all these parties and banquets, I really don't… what the hell do you do here all day, anyway?
I'm sorry, Gwen, I can't marry you. Too busy living up to my father's expectations and making a reputation for myself just so I don't look as stupid as all you bloody servants. Oh, and fix my shirt, won't you?
Would she ever get a thank you?
No, of course not.
And the truth?
She can't find it in her to despise them.