Chapter Ten

Full author's note will be at the end, but a quick warning: this chapter is extremely fluffy and may cause extreme vomiting for some readers.

So, onwards!

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It was official; everyone knew. When they went downstairs to breakfast the next morning, they found that their group had been put into a little side-room, away from the rest of the cast and crew. Everyone looked up when they entered together and grinned when they saw how close they were standing to each other. There was no need for secrecy amongst their friends any more. Arthur sat with Guinevere; Merlin sat with Freya; Leon sat with Morgana.

There was only one thing that was bothering Gwen. Whenever they went out, whether they were in a club or just in a restaurant, they couldn't be together. Even when they were in the studios, there was always the risk of someone else in the cast or crew seeing them. They were doing their best to avoid being too close to each other, and it was getting rather frustrating for the both of them. Everyone else did help, to be fair – when they were in public the others would arrange themselves strategically so that they could at least stand or sit next to each other.

Camelot had now started to film on location around Britain, sometimes travelling all the way up to Scotland for a day or sometimes a week to use a certain set of woods or rocky mountainside. The sheer amount of travelling was beginning to wear them all out and the weather began to turn foul, meaning a lot of filming had to be delayed. Thanks to most of the locations being in full view of the public, this meant plenty of screaming fans were waiting for them at the borders of the locations, so at the end of long days the actors still had to smile and pose for photographs.

Towards the end of March, the weather was still not clearing up. By this time they were back in the studios, and on Tuesday everyone walked in to the largest set they had seen so far. Camelot had built the woods. Fake grass, fake trees, fake flowers – even real birds had been put in the enclosed space and wind machines from above were making the leaves rustle. It had been lit to make it look like early evening, the sun beginning to set and the sky beginning to darken. It was truly remarkable.

Morgana and Leon were the only ones in this scene, but all the other actors stayed to watch the scene be filmed- partly to see how the set looked on camera, but mainly to watch how Morgana and Leon would act a scene that was just the two of them in front of Uther, who had always been highly protective of his ward and still didn't know about her relationship. Morgana was dressed in a light blue dress that complemented her eyes and figure, and Leon was in a simple white shirt and brown trousers. The scene began, and Arthur was watching through the cameras for part of his training to one day own Camelot. He noticed everything – the lighting, the angles, the background colours... and he realised what a perfect real-life scene it would be for a picnic.

He smiled, a plan beginning to hatch in his mind.

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Once Aggravaine called "cut" for the final time on the final scene they were shooting, Arthur ran onto the set to speak to Morgana once Leon had walked off to talk to Gwaine and Percival.

'Listen,' he said in a low voice, 'I need to ask you a massive favour.'

Morgana raised an eyebrow. 'A favour?'

'Yeah. I -'

'What's going on?' asked Merlin, bounding over to join them on set.

Arthur sighed. 'Well, I might as well use the both of you, I suppose. Look, I want to organise a picnic with Gwen, but I'm going to need your help.'

'A picnic?' said Merlin. 'The press'll see you!'

'Not if we have it inside,' said Arthur smugly, and both Morgana's and Merlin's eyes widened when they realised what he meant.

'You want to have a picnic with Gwen in the studios, where anyone could walk in and see you?' said Morgana sceptically.

'No one's here at night,' said Arthur.

'A midnight picnic?' Merlin exclaimed as quietly as he could.

'Keep your voice down!' Arthur hissed, looking round, but thankfully no one off the set had overheard. 'Yes, a midnight picnic, but I don't think I can do it on my own.' He turned to Morgana. 'What do girls find romantic?' he asked.

'Flowers,' said Morgana at once.

'Yes, because we haven't got enough of those around here on this set,' said Arthur sarcastically.

'Well, you're having a picnic, aren't you?' said Morgana in a much more business-like tone, 'So you'll need a blanket, a basket, wine, chocolates, strawberries...'

Arthur turned to Merlin. 'You'll need to buy all these things for me, Merlin.'

'Why me?'

'Well, I can hardly walk into the Co-Op without anyone noticing me, can I?'

'Fine,' grumbled Merlin. 'You're paying me back, though.'

'Of course. I'll do it tonight – Merlin, I'll just stay here, so bring the food here for eleven and then bring Guinevere her for midnight, would you?'

'Of course,' said Merlin sarcastically, 'It's not like I had plans of my own, or anything...'

Arthur ignored him. 'Excellent. Morgana, thank you... Merlin, it's your job, so... yeah.'

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Everything was set. Merlin had dropped off the wide selection of food an hour ago, and Morgana had helped him to arrange the picnic scene in the woods set once the studio had been left by everyone else (Arthur had remembered to check that his father wasn't working late like he often did). All there was to do now was to wait for Merlin to appear with Guinevere. While he waited, he looked down at one of the empty silver plates and frowned. He'd completely forgotten to check his appearance earlier– what if there was a mark on his face?

He picked up the plate and stared at his reflection, smoothing his hair into place. Behind him, someone cleared their throat and Arthur span round, dropping the plate in the process, to see Merlin and Guinevere standing in front of him.

'Guinevere!' he said automatically, and then took in her appearance. She was wearing a floaty skirt and had flowers in her hair. It was as if she had matched her outfit to the woods. 'You look...' but words couldn't describe her beauty.

'I think he's trying to say you look... nice?' Merlin offered with a grin.

'Thank you, Merlin, that will be all,' Arthur snapped, and Gwen chuckled.

'Have fun!' Merlin called over his shoulder as he left. Once he was gone, Arthur held Guinevere's hand to help her through the net that let her enter the woods that was to keep the butterflies enclosed.

'This is incredible,' said Gwen, looking around in wonder. Arthur smiled, and gestured to the picnic rug.

'Shall we?' he said, and they sat down on either side of the food. Gwen went to hand him one of the plates, but he stopped her.

'You are not here as a worker for Camelot,' he said sternly, and she smiled, settling down on the blanket.

'It feels different, doesn't it?' she said quietly. 'Being in a place that feels so far away from Camelot.'

Arthur shrugged, beginning to put food on both their plates. 'I love Camelot more than I can say... but when I'm there, sometimes I... feel I can hardly breathe, everyone expects so much of me.'

Gwen stared at him and smiled. He had never said these things to anyone before.

'But being here with you,' he said, 'I can be myself.'

Gwen grinned at him. 'I like that,' she said. 'You being yourself...'

Arthur helped himself to more food. 'Sometimes I dream of leaving Camelot,' he said quietly.

'Really?' asked Gwen, stunned. 'Where would you go?'

Arthur shrugged again. 'I don't know,' he confessed. 'Somewhere where nobody knew who I was; I'd get some land, and become a farmer...'

Gwen burst out laughing. 'I can hardly see you toiling away at the fields all day,' she said.

'Obviously I'd take Merlin with me, he can do all the hard work,' said Arthur, completely monotone, and Gwen laughed again.

'I'm sure he'd love that,' she said through her laughter, and he handed her a plate of food. 'Thank you.'

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'I'm glad you persuaded me to come with you,' said Uther, as he and Aggravaine strode into the studios. 'I've been meaning to look over that scene for weeks.'

Aggravaine smiled. 'Why don't we go through the sets?' he suggested. 'Just to make sure there's no one still loitering around.'

'Good idea,' said Uther, and they turned to the left to take the detour.

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Meanwhile, Gwen and Arthur had finished their food and had put the rubbish back in the hamper. Arthur was lying on his back, and Gwen was on her side, facing him. 'We should start heading back to the hotel soon,' she said quietly, fiddling with the detail on her skirt.

Arthur glanced at her. 'We could stay a while longer,' he said just as quietly. 'I don't know when we'll have the chance to do this again.'

'Perhaps when you become a farmer, we could see each other more often,' she smirked, and he laughed before sobering quickly.

'That was just a dream,' he said. 'I fear... I will never leave Camelot...' he looked over her shoulder. 'Stay still,' he murmured.

'Has someone seen us?' she whispered, not moving. Arthur propped himself up on one shoulder, then suddenly snatched over her shoulder and brought back a butterfly on his finger. 'A butterfly,' he said proudly before it flew off and laid back on the blankets and cushions again.

Gwen relaxed and smiled, shifting so their bodies were closer. They kissed, perfectly, beautifully, her hand drifting over onto his chest...

'Arthur!'

They leapt apart and looked up to see Uther standing on the edge of the set, Aggravaine standing just behind him.

'Father,' said Arthur nervously. He could feel Guinevere's shock radiating off her next to him.

'My office,' said Uther, his voice thunderous. 'Ten minutes. Clear this up and then both of you go straight there, do you understand?'

Arthur was too worried to speak, so nodded instead. Uther strode off, Aggravaine in his wake, and Gwen stared at Arthur.

'Oh, my god,' she said, and covered her mouth. 'Oh, my god...'

'Okay,' said Arthur, and began picking up cushions. 'Okay, we'll get this cleared up and then we'll go there, and then he'll let it go and then everything will be fine. Okay?'

'Okay,' whispered Gwen, and between them they cleared up the picnic and then left the set, leaving the lights on for the butterflies. They hurried upstairs and arrived outside Uther's office. Arthur looked across at Gwen and then knocked. Uther called, 'Enter,', and they entered.

'Wait outside,' Uther snapped at Gwen, who left at once, too scared to look him in the eyes. Arthur opened his mouth to protest at the rudeness, but stopped himself. He didn't want to get Guinevere into even more trouble.

Once the door had shut, Uther stared at Arthur and then burst out laughing. Arthur stared back and then laughed uncertainly, not really sure what was going on.

'I thought you'd be furious,' said Arthur nervously. Surely his father wasn't accepting this?

Uther finally stopped laughing, though still chuckled as he spoke. 'I was young once, I am more than familiar with the temptations of behind-the-scenes girls,' he chuckled.

Arthur let out a sigh of relief. 'I'm sorry I kept it from you,' he said honestly. 'I... thought it for the best.'

Uther straightened up. 'No serious harm has been done,' he said easily. 'I can't allow it to continue, obviously...'

Arthur stared at him. 'What are you talking about?'

'You can never see this girl again,' said Uther as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'You just said that no harm had been done!'

'You've had you fun. Now it must come to an end,' said Uther sternly.

'What does it matter that Guinevere's a costume designer?' protested Arthur, trying to stay calm.

Uther looked at him as if he'd just suggested that Guinevere was a drug dealer. 'The survival of Camelot,' he said evenly, 'Depends on forging an alliance through your marriage.'

'But I can't marry someone who I don't have feelings for!' said Arthur. Surely even his father would understand that.

'Your first duty is to Camelot,' said Uther, his voice starting to rise.

'I care about Camelot!'

'I cannot allow this. I forbid it,' said Uther loudly over his son.

Arthur rolled his eyes. 'You can't forbid my feelings anymore than I can; I can't deny it any longer, I love her!'

Uther stared at him.

'I love Guinevere,' repeated Arthur confidently.

Uther paused and then walked over to open the door, gesturing for Gwen to come in. She did so and went to stand next to Arthur. 'You leave me no choice,' he said calmly. 'I am going to have to fire you from Camelot, Gwen.'

Arthur felt as if someone had just punched him in the stomach. 'You can't do that,' he said.

Uther turned round to look at the two of them again. 'She has three days to leave,' he said, as if this was a fair decision. 'Her return will be followed by a restraining order from these studios.'

'She will have nowhere to go!' exclaimed Arthur, taking hold of Guinevere's hand. 'Her life is with Camelot! She's sub-letting her flat in London, she needs-'

'You have caused this to happen, Arthur,' said Uther sternly, coming close to Arthur's face. 'My decision is final.'

'Please,' said Arthur desperately. 'Do not fire her. I give you my solemn word that I'll never see her again.'

Uther shook his head. 'You've made it clear to me that you cannot control your feelings for this girl.'

'No, I-' he grabbed Uther's arm and then realised his mistake, letting go a moment later.

'This is for your own good,' said Uther. They stared at each other for a long pause and then Uther left his office, throwing Arthur the key to lock up when he was finished. When he was gone, Arthur turned back to face Guinevere, who was staring at him.

'I'm so sorry,' he said, running a hand through his hair. 'This is my fault, I should have known it was too risky, being with you in the middle of the studios...'

'I've just lost my job,' she said in a hollow voice. 'Oh, my god, I'm unemployed, I have nowhere to live-'

'Shh,' said Arthur, wrapping his arms around her. 'I won't let this happen. I promise. Let's just- let's go back to the hotel, go to bed, and I'll make him see sense in the morning. Okay?'

'Okay.'

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Gwen barely slept a wink, and not because Arthur wasn't with her. She'd lost her job. They'd been caught. Her worst nightmare had come true. When she went down to breakfast the next morning, Arthur was just finishing telling everyone else what had happened, and Morgana was nearly shaking with anger.

'He can't do that,' she said, standing up. 'I'm going to talk to him.'

'Morgana...' Arthur stopped her from going any further.

'No, Arthur. We've put up with his crap for long enough. This needs sorting out, and I won't crumble under pressure like you do.' She squeezed Gwen's hand as she breezed past and then left their private section of the restaurant.

The rest of breakfast was spent in silence, and by the time they were told to get into the cars Morgana still hadn't returned. Gwen bit her lip, debating to join everyone else or not, but Merlin pulled her into the car so that she didn't have a choice. The ride to the studios was completely silent, with Gwen willing herself not to have a panic attack. She would have turned to Arthur for support, but to avoid getting Uther even angrier they had travelled in separate cars.

The security pulled them through the waiting cameras and through the door, where Gwen was extremely relieved to see Morgana waiting for them anxiously. 'It's okay,' she told them when they had all huddled round to hear what was going on. 'Gwen can carry on working here.'

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. 'But there is a catch,' Morgana continued nervously. 'Since mine and Arthur's scenes together are all finished now, Uther has forbidden Gwen and Arthur from being in the same room together in the studios if he's not there, too. He accepts that he can't control what you do outside of the studios, but trusts me to tell him if it looks like the two of you are getting too friendly.'

'You can't be serious!' said Arthur after a moment.

Morgana nodded sadly. 'It's the best I can do. But Gwen will get to keep her job, and you can still be together outside of Camelot... providing no one gets any photos.'

Gwen paused. 'Thank you, Morgana,' she said eventually. 'I won't forget this.' She drew her friend into a tight hug before the two of them were called to Morgana's dressing room to get into costume.

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The new regime had been going for three weeks now, and both Gwen and Arthur were finding it extremely difficult to stick to it. It was impossible to stay away from each other, mainly because of practicalities– they were both part of the same friendship group, so they were careful to be only opposite each other when they all sat around the same table at restaurants, and arrived in clubs and back at the hotel at different times.

Even sleeping with each other within the hotel had been made more difficult. Arthur was paranoid that his father had staff spying on his every move (he'd done it before, he told Gwen) and so they only went to each other's rooms in the dead of night, and spent just a few precious hours together. Because of this, they were both exhausted most of the time.

But then in April, Uther went away for three weeks to America to sign some new contracts for the company, and all filming was cancelled in his absence- including Aggravaine, who Arthur had been certain was reporting back to his father. It was perfect timing, for Tuesday was Guinevere's birthday.

They spent Monday night in her room in celebration of Uther still not being back for another two weeks, and Gwen woke up to the feel of Arthur's lips on hers, gently waking her. She opened her eyes and smiled.

'Good morning,' she said sleepily.

'Happy birthday,' he said softly, and kissed her again before disappearing down his side of the bed.

His side of the bed. When had they gotten allotted sides of the bed?

He reappeared a moment later with a tray full of food. There was also a card. 'Here you go,' he said, putting it on her lap as she sat up. 'All yours.'

She raised an eyebrow. 'Really? You're not going to steal the toast?'

'Oh, you know me so well,' he winked at her, and snatched a slice of buttered toast off the plate before she could protest.

'What do I do first, eat or open the card?'

'Eat, and then read the card. It's a surprise.'

Gwen ate quickly, eager to see what the surprise was; when she had finished, Arthur put the tray on the floor and watched as she ripped open the envelope and read what was inside. When she had finished, she looked up at him curiously. 'What does it mean, enjoy the day with familiar faces?'

'You'll see,' he said smugly. 'Now, get dressed so that we can go downstairs to meet everyone else.'

'Is there a rush?' she asked as she got out of bed, avoiding the tray on the floor.

'Not if you don't want there to be. Why?'

Guinevere shrugged and smiled, and for a moment Arthur was stunned by her beauty. The sun shone through the curtains onto her bare shoulders and her entire body glowed in the light. She looked radiant. 'I was going to take a shower,' she said, bringing him back to earth. 'Care to join me?'

He grinned. 'Today, my lady, your wish is my command.'

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Once they were both dressed, they headed downstairs where everyone else was waiting for them in the lobby.

'Happy birthday!' they all shouted when they arrived, and Gwen smiled. Everyone was there: Morgana, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Merlin and even Freya.

'We have presents, but they're at the place already,' Morgana told her, hugging her tightly.

'What place?' Gwen asked curiously, but Morgana just smiled.

'Come on, the cars are already here,' said Merlin, and they all headed outside, once again hit by the flashes of paparazzi. They all piled into one mini-van with blacked out windows, meaning they could sit with whoever they wanted to, and the driver drove off through Cardiff as soon as they were sat down.

'Where are we going?' asked Gwen.

'You'll see,' was the only answer she got from everyone.

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After two and a half hours, the car stopped and they got out at the side of a country lane. 'Where are we?' asked Gwen, more curious than ever.

Arthur grinned and took her hand. 'Somewhere where no one will find us...'

The eight of them walked along the road and then round the corner. Gwen felt her mouth drop open. There were two old-fashioned cars waiting for them, the kind where you had to twist the handle at the front to get them to work and had no roof.

'Oh, my god...'

'Come on,' said Morgana excitedly. 'Who's driving?'

'I'm driving the green one,' said Arthur, Gwaine and Merlin at the same time.

Everyone turned to stare at Merlin. 'You don't even drive!' said Leon, laughing.

Merlin shrugged. 'Can't be too hard. Even Arthur can do it.'

'For that, I'm driving,' said Arthur stubbornly, and got in the driver's seat before anyone could stop him. After a long and threatening discussion, Gwaine was driving the red one, with all his passengers (Morgana, Leon and Percival) fearing for their lives as they got in. Merlin and Freya went with Gwen and Arthur, and the two cars trundled down the road.

'This is amazing,' Gwen shouted over the engine as they whizzed round another bend, and Arthur turned to grin at her.

'I love it,' he shouted back. 'Today, we get to drive ourselves.'

They drove for a good twenty minutes, Arthur seeming to know the route perfectly, and then sharply turned into a side lane. At the end of the lane was a cottage, and they parked the cars outside before leading Gwen, now blindfolded, around the cottage and into the garden.

'Okay, you can take off the blindfold now,' said Arthur, and Gwen obeyed, and then gasped when she saw what was in front of her.

They were in a huge garden lawn with a picnic laid out on the grass, but that wasn't what she was staring at. In front of her stood her father and Elyan.

'Oh, my god!' she screamed, and flung her arms around both of them. When she pulled away, she looked at each of them and then over at her friends. 'But how- when-'

'Oh, it was all Arthur's doing,' beamed Morgana. 'He stole your phone and called Elyan and Tom to tell them what he wanted to do, and rented the house from his friend so that no one would see us...'

'Can we do the talking over the food?' came Gwaine's voice. 'It looks so good, I can almost taste it.'

They all laughed and sat down at the picnic on the grass, toasting the champagne to Gwen before eating every last morsel of food. Tom and Elyan got on brilliantly with everyone else, even if they seemed to be a little awestruck at first at being at a picnic with the majority of the cast of Camelot, but if they were intimidated, they certainly didn't show it. The food itself was delicious, meaning not a single crumb was left untouched, and Gwen felt giddy with happiness that she was not only spending her birthday with her closest friends, but also her family. As they sat there, she realised what was actually happening- Arthur had met her family. Things were certainly changing.

When the sun finally began to set, Freya began to collect up the plates and put everything back in the hamper, and then the picnic blanket was folded up once they were all stood up. Tom and Elyan told her they had to go now, both wishing her happy birthday and promising to speak to her soon, and then were driven away in the car that had turned up. Morgana, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Merlin and Freya went to walk off to the cars they had come in and Gwen went to follow them, but Arthur pulled her back by the arm.

'Oh no,' he said, smiling. 'We're not leaving.'

Gwen cocked an eyebrow. 'We're not?'

'Definitely not. I didn't just plan to use the garden today...' he span her to face the door of the cottage. 'We're taking advantage of the house, too.' He took a key from his back pocket and led her into the kitchen of the cottage, where there was a breakfast bar and a small table. 'Stay here,' he told her, kissing her quickly before running up the stairs and leaving her alone. She stood completely still looking back out into the garden, trying to listen to whatever Arthur was doing upstairs, but whatever he was doing he did very quietly. A couple of minutes later she jumped when someone approached her from behind and put their hands over her eyes, but then smiled and relaxed when she remembered who it was.

Arthur led her carefully up the stairs and the landing before pushing a door open and letting both of them into the room. He took the blindfold off her and watched as she gasped as she took in the scene. There was a huge double bed, and everywhere was covered in rose petals and small candles.

'Arthur,' she whispered, turning to him, 'This is beautiful.'

Arthur shrugged and allowed himself to smile. 'I have to give credit to Merlin- he helped me arrange this, to be fair. But this isn't just a birthday present- I want to make it up to you for my first attempt at being romantic being a complete fiasco.'

Gwen smiled sadly. 'It wasn't your fault that your father found us.'

'But... yeah. So, here it is- me, being romantic. Happy birthday, Guinevere.'

She smiled and kissed him. 'Thank you, Arthur. For everything.'

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They stayed in the cottage until late the next morning, when a car arrived to pick them up and take them back to Cardiff. Arthur was dropped off near the hotel and Gwen was dropped off in a little side street about a ten minute's walk away so that they wouldn't be seen together, and then both of them met up with everyone else in the restaurant for lunch. The rest of Gwen's day was spent shopping with Morgana and Freya, who was quickly becoming a close friend to both of them. The rest of their holiday from filming slipped away before their eyes, and before they knew it Uther had returned from America and filming resumed. Two weeks later was Arthur's birthday, but unfortunately a night shoot had been scheduled, meaning no extravagant celebrations were possible.

Just a few weeks later, however, on May the sixth, filming was once again cancelled for the day. It was the anniversary of Ygraine's death, and completely incidentally, was also the anniversary of Gwen's mother's death.

Arthur and Gwen had spent the night in Gwen's room last night, but when Arthur had got up to return to his own room in the early hours of the morning, Gwen had asked him to stay and he had obeyed. As they lay curled up with the warm sun shining onto them, he realised that this was the first time they had actually spent the entire night in the same bed and had then woken up together and stayed together.

They didn't leave their room all day, and no one pestered them- everyone in Camelot Film Company knew what May the sixth meant. At one point they ordered room service and had a late brunch together, and they showered separately, but apart from that they barely left the bed and stayed cured up under the duvets together. Neither wanted to speak, so neither spoke. Arthur had confessed to Gwen (and she had agreed) that he tended to store up most of his sadness for his mother for this day, so that for most of the time he would be able to live a normal life.

The next morning, they woke up early so that Arthur could return to his room.

'I love you,' he whispered to her before he left, kissing her forehead softly. 'And... and we only have a couple of months left filming. When everything's finished, we're going to go public. I promise.'

She smiled sadly and let him kiss her. 'I know. I love you too.'

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Well, I think I'd better start off with an apology.

Please feel free to punish me in any way you see fit (even voodoo, although I'd prefer it if you didn't) for not updating for so long. I am so, so sorry. In my defence, I have a rather busy life at the moment... ish. I also had severe writer's block, and have lost all my chapter plans for this story, meaning I've had to re-sketch the rest of the plot in my head. Not my finest moment, believe me.

Um... what to say about this chapter? I apologise for the mushiness of the last couple of scenes, it nearly made me throw up, but I kind of feel they were necessary. Also, Arthur's promise at the end: yay! They're going to go public soon. That will lead us nicely into the sequel ;)

The scene with the picnic with the butterflies I got from Les Mis (the new film version) which I have only seen once and have fallen in love with: the scene where Marius and Cosette sing A Heart Full of Love has a butterfly in, and I thought it was so beautiful and just had to include it. Also in that scene- you may have noticed that while it's Morgana that stitches Arwen up to Uther, it didn't fit with my storyline so Aggravaine is the baddie instead ;)

Also: I am going to really, really need your help for the next chapter, guys. Not to give you any spoilers or anything, but I need to write about ComicCon. The problem is, I have no idea how it works. Sure I've seen the videos of the question and answer sessions, but I have no idea how long it lasts for, what the order is for everything, where the guests go, when they arrive, how long the day lasts for (or if it's for more than one day), where it actually is etc. Any help given would be much appreciated, and of course you would be credited in the next chapter!

But once again, I also need to say thank you. 177 reviews for just nine chapters is just insane. I thought I would get a hundred at the most, so do I dare hint at 200 again? Honestly, it would make my year! What you actually put in your reviews is also very important to me – I read each one carefully, I promise, to try and see what people's favourite parts are, and then I include more of that.