A/N: Here it is! The chapter you've been waiting for is here! YAaaaaY! I don't know if you'll like it or not...I feel like I could've done better...but that could be me just being nit picky. And I'm sure you guys don't want to hear me say that my story isn't good cause...that makes it so you don't want to read it so...I'll shut up now...

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It's the morning…the day of the tournament. What will happen when I return back to the castle with the assassin still after me? Whatever…it doesn't matter now. Father will most likely double—triple the guards. I think I'll be safe. Besides…it really doesn't matter to me right now…I turn towards Guinevere.

"One more match…the tournament will be over," I say. Well that was smooth…not 'Thank you for having me stay here.' Not 'You look lovely Guinevere.'

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

"You can go back to being Prince Arthur…" she says coming closer to me, I smile and nod. She smiles back…how I love her smile. She looks down at something in her hands and shows it to me. "Uh…for good luck," I grab it but she doesn't let go.

"Thank you," she nods but still holds on. I don't take my hands off of it either. It holds us together. It's just a simple white cloth…but it's more like a piece of her. Of Guinevere…she lets go and looks at me. I look into her big brown eyes…those beautiful brown eyes! I smile. I can't help but smile…they're extraordinary, magnificent! The lure you in like a sirens song!

And suddenly every moment I've ever had with her floods my brain. The first time I met her that glorious spring day, the time she took care of me when I was sick…the couple of times actually…every time she laughed at my stupid joke, or when she'd critic my pig-headedness…every single moment floods my head.

And I look into her big brown eyes…and she smiles, with her luscious lips and…

I can't help myself.

I lean in and our lips meat and my heart sores, and though I expect her to pull away…or to slap me…she doesn't she kisses me back. And it's like I'm floating in midair. Butterflies feel my gut and all I know is that…I want to feel like this…with her for the rest of my entire life.

But I can't.

My mind forces my lips to pull apart and I step back…what did I just do? I look at her big brown eyes, she's just as confused as I am…we stand there, looking…awkward. I want to pull her back in my arms, I want to kiss her again, and I want to spend the whole day with her and not at that damn tournament…but…

"I must go," I turn and walk out the door and pull on the hood of my cloak. "What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Me?" I mutter through clench teeth as I make my way to the tournament. "I can't believe I just kissed her…and I want to do it again…and again….damn it Arthur! What am I saying?" I groan. A few people look at me and move their kids away from me.

And now I'm a lunatic!

Hmm…maybe that explains everything…

Come on Arthur…you know you're not crazy…you did that on your own free will…and you'd do it again…

I look up at the sky absentmindedly and I see a white and purple butterfly…and for some reason…I'm filled with hope…

A/N: Did you like it? I hope so...I'm so nervous...this is like my favorite scene...except for that scene in season 4 when Merlin tries to pull up Arthur's pants! LMAFO! Whew! That was hilarious!

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