A/N: OK, here's the next chapter, I know the first one is short and I had a whole speach about why it was so short but it got deleted and I really don't want to rewrite it so...yeah. This has no episode attached to it and I think it's better than the ones that do have an episode attached to it. Those ones are so limiting ya know? I've got to spread my creative writing wings a little. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! BTW, we're totally about to get to 100 reviews! -God Willing- Please, Please, PLease, please, please Review! Let's get 100 reviews!
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Arthur Pendragon wasn't in the best of moods. How badly he wanted to just embrace Guinevere. To maybe run off with her. How was he supposed to sort out his feelings about her if he wasn't aloud to talk to her? Like really talk to her! He continued to look out of his room at the beautiful serving girl.
He sighed a lovesick sigh.
"Oh Guinevere…you infect my mind like a disease," he said quietly and absent mindedly. He knew he liked the girl…that she was all he could think about. But what else was there? He wanted to act upon his feelings to run away with the serving girl and get to know her even better. So he could see if she had a terrible habit. Something to get her completely of his mind.
Maybe she hated puppies, or took children's sweets, or…or…yeah right! Guinevere would do no such thing. She was kind to everyone, saw the beauty in everything. She was an all around amazing person.
And she was infecting.
She was a disease.
A wonderful and purifying disease. And she had infected the prince's heart. But that wasn't the worst part. She was the cause and the cure. Arthur was stuck. He had nowhere to go but her.
Not to mention she was the forbidden fruit. Not to look upon, to hold, or to love.
Nothing.
And yet the temptation was horrifying. Arthur sighed another love sick sigh.
"Are you going to stare out the window all day sighing?" The prince's servant, Merlin, said slightly disgusted by how…lovesick Arthur was. Don't get him wrong, he loved the idea of Gwen and Arthur being together…but the sighing and looking at the window well…that was a bit too cliché for Merlin's taste.
"Shut up Merlin," he sighed. He couldn't even yell at Merlin properly. Yes. The poor prince was diseased.
Completely and utterly.
"Uh, here's an idea…talk to her!" Merlin said as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Oh, that's great idea Merlin!" Arthur walked away from his window towards his door then stopped and turned to his servant. "That's right! I can't!" he shouted.
There was the yelling! Maybe he's not as lovesick as I thought…Merlin thought slightly amused. "Stupid," the prince muttered going back to his spot by the window. It pulled him in like a magnet. The serving girl was now talking to some woman pleasantly.
If she wasn't so nice, beautiful, captivating…Arthur wouldn't be in this mess.
But she was. And he was knee deep in the mess.
Completely and utterly.
"Arthur, it won't be that long until you're king, then you may have Guinevere," Merlin said casually. "Then she'll have to say yes,"
"I don't want her to have to do anything!" Arthur retorted. "I want her to be happy, and if she's not happy with me, then, I can't force her to stay with me," he said quietly. Merlin stopped in his duties and looked at his prince shocked.
The servant whistled. "Wow, you've got it bad," he said. Arthur looked back. As if Merlin knew anything about love. The prince thought.
"Besides, do you really think she's going to wait for me? She's a young, beautiful girl. I'm sure there are men in long lines waiting for her,"
"Nah, Gwen's pretty independent. She doesn't get to talk to many people," Merlin said going back to his work. "Really the only men she gets to talk to is me, you and Gaius. And trust me, she only wants you,"
"Well yeah. If my only competition is you and an old man," Merlin scoffed. He still didn't know about the kiss. Arthur turned back towards his servant. "What was the scoff about? She obviously has no feelings for you, except for maybe pity," Merlin made a face.
"Sure she likes you now, but you were very prattish when I first came here. Well…more prattish than you are now,"
"What are you saying Merlin?" he asked walking towards his servant.
"Nothing, it was a long time ago, and I was on my death bed, and—,"
"What?"
"The time that I was poisoned and you got that flower…well…Gwen was taking care of me, and she thought I died, but I didn't and when I woke up, well, she didn't just hug me," Merlin said casually though the prince was looming over him. "It was sweet really, nothing to be worried about—,"
"Merlin. Shut. Up." Arthur said angrily turning around and walking back to the window.
"But don't worry, she still has feelings for only you," Merlin adds.
"Shut up Merlin!"
"I mean of course going from me to you…well…that's not exactly the best move, but I guess she likes big prattish blocks—," before Merlin could finish there was a projectile colliding with his face. "I'll just get back to work," Arthur turned away from his idiotic servant and looked out the window towards Guinevere.
He was infected.
Completely and utterly infected.
