My contribution to our tenth drabble challenge: "Wish Fulfillment"
Category: Het (Canon)
Characters/Pairings: Gwaine/Mithian
Rating/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 300
Princess Mithian sat regally at the banquet, nibbling daintily on a strawberry tart as she exchanged pleasantries with Queen Guinevere and King Arthur.
As soon as there was lull in conversation, however, her eyes drifted, immediately settling on Sir Gwaine.
He was seated nearby, laughing uproariously at Sir Percival as the other knight clumsily attempted to wipe spilled sauce off his cloak. Despite herself, Mithian envied their boisterous fun. She desperately wanted to join them, forgetting all about tedious state matters, courtesy and proper protocol.
Had Gwaine had been so handsome the last time she'd visited? If so, how had she not noticed? Such warm eyes and that smile...
"Pardon me," the voice said softly, and at first it didn't register that Guinevere was speaking to her. "Mithian?"
"I'm sorry, your highness!" she hastily responded. "I didn't hear you."
Guinevere smiled. "It's quite all right. Arthur and I are about to retire. Shall we see you to your chambers?"
Mithian felt a surge of excitement, seeing the path to her escape. "Thank you, but I'd like to stay down here a while longer, if that's all right?"
"Of course," the queen said warmly. "One of the knights can escort you upstairs when you're ready."
As soon as the king and queen departed, Mithian sauntered over to the knight's table. "Good evening. May I join you?"
The knights scrambled all over themselves to extend the proper courtesies, an amusing feat in their intoxicated condition.
"Shall I send for watered wine?" Gwaine asked respectfully.
Mithian smiled and took the flagon of strong ale from his hands. She drank deeply, then handed it back with a grin and a satisfied belch.
And that was all it took. Sir Gwaine was in love.