If there is still someone here,

I AM NOT GIVING UP ON THIS STORY ! It might take more time, but I fully intend on finish this stroy, I love Arthur and Guinevere and I hope you'll be there with me.

I am so, so sorry for the delay and I love you all. 3


Chapter 11

Guinevere woke up, gasping. She put a hand on her forehead and tried to resume her breathing.

She has had a dream.

With Arthur.

And they had not been playing cards...

She groaned and buried her face in her pillows, trying to get the feelings of his hands and lips on her skin away from her mind.

I trust you will make the good choice.

Well, maybe he believed so, but she didn't.


Arthur was working on some files his father wanted him to see when Merlin came home, a bit weary.

"Are you alright ?"

Merlin snorted and sat at his best friend's side.

"Hard day at work ?" tried Arthur again, and again Merlin snorted.

"You could say it like that ..." he muttered finally.

"What happened ?"

"One of my patients died today." Arthur's eyes softened.

"I am sorry Merlin. But there was nothing you could do."

"But it is so unfair !" exclaimed the young doctor, tears in his blue eyes. "I'm doing this job to help people, not to see them die !"

Arthur sighed again.

"You can't save everyone."

Merlin snorted again.

"Then what's the point ?"

"The point, Merlin, is that you'll be an amazing doctor, I know you will."

Merlin smiled slightly, touched.

"You think so ?"

Arthur nodded.

"Although, I will deny it if you ask me this tomorrow !"

Merlin laughed.

"Fine, dollop head. What do you say you pay me dinner ?"

"Are you inviting me on a date, now ?"

Merlin laughed again, along with his bestfriend,

"Don't be stupid, Pendragon." then, "Everyone knows I'm far too good for you."

And Arthur's laugh resonated in the whole flat.


The next day, Arthur was sat in front of his desk at work, thinking about Guinevere.

The way she had kissed him.

And despite himself, he smiled. Because she had been jealous and that meant she still felt something for him, right ? Because you're not just jealous of someone you don't care about ...

"Arthur ?"

The young man jumped and noticed Mithian had entered his office.

"Sorry, I zoned out."

"I could see that." smiled the woman but something was so wrong in her smile. She looked tired, and sad, and that was bothering him.

"What's happening, Mithian ?"

"How's that ?" she asked.

"You don't look well..."

She looked down.

"I'm fine, Arthur."

The young man sighed and grabbed her hand, which made her look up and brown eyes met blue.

"I know you're not. Please, talk to me."

Mithian looked torn and finally was opening her mouth but at this exact moment, his phone rang.

Guinevere.

Arthur's heartbeat quickened.

"I am sorry, Mithian." blushed Arthur, "But I have to take this."

She nodded slightly and he left the room.

"I still love you." Mithian whispered to the now empty room.

"Guinevere ?" said Arthur,

"Hello Arthur," came her voice, "Am I disturbing you ?"

Never. He wanted to say.

"Don't worry." he said instead because she had already broken his heart. "Why did you call ?"

She was silent so long he actually was afraid she had ended up the call.

"Guinevere ?"

"Could we see each other ?"

Arthur tried not to let hope invade him. He tried.

He tried really hard.

"Of course. When ?"

"Tomorrow at 4 pm ?"

Arthur frowned. That didn't look like a date at all.

"Wouldn't you prefer we have dinner together ?" he tried,

"I already have plans."

"Oh."

And just like that, Arthur was brought back to Earth by the more cruel mean of all. Gwen was not his girlfriend.

"Alright." and his voice was more sad, less enthusiastic suddenly and Gwen noticed the change, cursed herself for her harshness. "4 pm is great. Where do you want to meet ?"

"The park ?"

"Good with me." and it was still his sad voice and Gwen closed her eyes.

"I have to go."

"Ok. Have a good-" he started but she had already ended the call.

And Arthur's heart sank further in his chest.