A/N: Yeah! I really like this one! It's continuing on with season 2 episode 2. I think it's really fun and I hope you all enjoy it. BTW, probably should've done this last chapter...but...I forgot. So late's better than never right? I wrote a new story called Tickling Feathers, I wrote it for a fan, her name is Alyssanm, so check it out. I'm gonna add another chapter, at her request.

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It was the night after the tournament. Arthur was tired yet content. He did great…or William did at least. He was moving up. No one was holding back either, he was sore like there was no tomorrow. Yet still very content.

Gwen clears the table and looks over at the prince who was simply sitting at the table. There really wasn't anywhere else to sit.

"From what I hear the ladies of the court are quite impressed with Sir William. They think he's very handsome," the prince looks up at the serving girl. She smile…I knew I'd get a reaction with that…She thought as she placed the dishes over on the counter next to a bucket of water.

"Typical," Arthur sighed. "He wouldn't know a real knight if he whacked him round with his lance," Arthur said bitterly. Though he was pleased with not getting special treatment, he did like getting credit. And none of the credit he deserved seemed to come to him. It thoroughly frustrated him.

"Why are you doing this?" Gwen asked turning to Arthur with her eyebrows knitted together,

"I fear people respect me just because of my title," Arthur said honestly. Gwen sighed…Of course that's why…

"I don't think that's true with everyone," Gwen said truthfully. There are defiantly people who loved, trusted and were inspired by Arthur for just being Arthur. Sure people might tell him want he wants to hear…but that's just because his maturity level is rather similar to a five year old…

"Were you tell me if it were?" Arthur asked with raised eyebrows. Gwen sighed again and bowed her head blushing.

"No," she said honestly. There was no point in lying since she was terrible at it.

"When I'm competing as William…my title doesn't matter…no one gives me any special treatment. So when I win the tournament—if I win the tournament…it will be because I deserved it, and not because I am Prince Arthur…" Arthur said sincerely. There was a small silence, then Arthur sighed. "I think I'll take a bath,"

Oh God…Gwen thought slightly bitter. She had just forgiven him about the bed thing…

"Well that might be hard being that I don't have a bathtub," Gwen said making a small face.

Arthur was taken aback. But she smelled so good! Arthur thought. Gwen looked at his confused face and got angry. Why does he think that everyone is as blessed as he is! He wants people to treat him like he's human but he can't treat others like humans himself! Gwen thought bitterly.

"Really? Er…I guess you can prepare me a bowl of hot water…I take it you can manage a bowl," Arthur suggested thinking on his feet.

Gwen wanted to harm the prince.

"I think I can manage a bowl," Gwen snarled. The prince paid no attention to the venom in the girl's words. "I'll just walk all the way down the well and fetch the water shall I?" Gwen asked putting on her shawl and standing by the door. The Prince had no idea of the poison that Gwen's words were bathed in. He simply stood and stretched. Gwen puffed and opened the door and slammed it shut behind her.

It was the afternoon after the second part of the tournament. Everything was going as planned, Arthur was doing amazing. Arthur was at the table picking at the whole that he got from the tournament. I really need to get this fixed….Arthur thought while standing up. Guinevere's just behind the curtain…I know she didn't leave…

"Guinevere!" Arthur called nonchalantly.

"Just a minute!" The serving girl called from behind the curtain. She was trying to make her bed more comfortable for later on tonight and she didn't need Arthur to see where she'd been sleeping.

"Do you have a needle and thread? My shirt needs mending…" Arthur asked as he walked behind the curtain casually only to see Gwen squatting by several sacks with a blanket on them.

Oh no…Arthur thought bitterly. I'm such an idiot…

"Uh…"

"Is this where you sleep? Where's your bed!" Though he had a sneaking suspicion…he needed to hear the words for himself.

"Uh…you're sleeping in it," Gwen said as if it was obvious…but there was also a hint of bashfulness.

"Why didn't you say something?" Arthur said though he knew the answer.

"How could I? You're Prince Arthur! Besides you didn't give me a chance! You just assumed the bed was your," Gwen said slightly louder than her normal tone. She was dying to say that since the first night.

"Well how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" He didn't think he'd ever seen Gwen this upset, and this time it was so not amusing. Does she really expect me to know these things? He thought bitterly.

"You shouldn't be told to think of someone beside yourself! You're not a child!" Gwen said defiantly louder than her normal speaking voice.

Ouch. That hurt. Arthur thought looking at Gwen astonished.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say to me? Please, I'd like to hear it. If there's something you'd like to say to me, don't let me stop you," Arthur said sarcastically. He had a slight sulk to his voice…once again…like a five year old.

"You don't have any idea do you?" Gwen said quietly looking at the sulking prince with her head cocked t the side genuinely astonished.

"About what?"

"About how rude and arrogant you can be! This is my home and you are my guest in it! I know you are more used to luxurious quarters, but that is not an excused to be so rude. You claim titles don't matter but you behave like a prince and expect me to wait on you like a servant! Saying it means nothing if your actions betray you! Would it kill you to say please and thank you once in a while?" Gwen ranted angrily. This has been building up in her since the day she started being around Arthur. Though she cared for him dearly he needed to hear this. Actually, it's because she cared for him dearly that she told him this. "My lord," she added hoping that softened the blow…somewhat.

Arthur was stuck on stupid.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" he asked trying, trying really hard to keep his composure.

"No I think that's it," Gwen said looking down a little. Now that her words were out she felt much better…but sad at having to hurt the prince's feelings for the truth to get into his thick skull.

"You're right. You have invited me into your home and I have behaved appallingly," Arthur said thinking back on his actions since the tournament. He realized that the way he was acting was no way to act, especially not to Guinevere…

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad," Gwen added trying to ease the prince's pain. The prince opened his mouth and laughed in disbelief.

"Oh really?"

"Well perhaps a little," Gwen said with a small smile. She blushed as she held up her fingers showing the amount of pain she meant to cause.

"There's no excuse. I'll make it up to you. Tonight!" Arthur said ideas filling his head. He hated the fact that he could ever treat Gwen in such a way. He wanted—no needed—to make it up to her. "I'll cook dinner for you!" no one could keep the shock from spreading across Gwen's face.

"You're going to cook for me?" Gwen asked with raised eyebrows.

"I most certainly am. Now go for a walk or do whatever it is that girls do at this time of the evening…" Arthur said putting his large hands on Gwen's shoulders and gently leading her to the door. She grabbed her shall on the way.

"A walk would be nice…" Gwen thought with a smile. Wow…Arthur really did do a turn around…I should've told him off a long time ago… Gwen thought as she walked out.

"And dinner will be ready by the time you get home," Arthur called out before closing the door and turning to look at the kitchen.

Damn it.

I can't cook.

But I've got to try…for Guinevere…Arthur thought. Well…let's get started…

A/N: Did you like it? You better've cause I worked hard on it! Excuse any mistakes...I do a lot of these chapters when it's late and I'm much too lazy of a person to go over it. Or any of them. When I read them over (I usually read my stories and reviews over and over when I'm bored...is that kind of self centered?) I feel really stupid at cause of the mistakes I've made. Oh well...you all don't seem to care that much do you?

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Hey, the next chapter is actually chapter 24...there was a mishap so just skip over the other chapter or two.