The Ivory Gown
Author: Angel Starbeam
Disclaimer: BBC owns Merlin. All of Britain owns the myth.
That time at Hengist's den of amoral villains did not count. Guinevere was coerced to don Morgana's torn and ragged apparel so to say she was a royal ward. Besides, Arthur had neither reaction to it nor any interest since he was decidedly distracted by gloomy thoughts.
No, the first time Arthur saw Guinevere wore robes of nobility it was her garment to wear, since he gave it to her.
It was simple in design and modest compared to the usual fashion to the ladies of the court. It was ivory colored that emphasized the warmth of her skin and the brightness of her eyes. There were flowers embroidered on her sleeves and bodice (which he gave great care and respect not to look at), a reminder of the flowers she loved. Her skirt was flowing, and so did not she walk, she glided. And there was a smile, a lovely shy one that made it complete.
It had been a full minute before Arthur could form a coherent thought and process words.
"You are beautiful."