Guinevere Mercia, Gwen, First Lady, went to her dressing room and picked up some sweat pants and a T-shirt and changed out of the suit she'd been wearing. She was tired and angry and really she had no right to be angry with Will. The man she'd fallen in love with and married was long gone. She could lie to herself that it had only happened when they'd finally made it to Camelot but she knew that that was a lie, he had started cheating on her long before that and lost interest in anything she cared about way before that. She just hated that he still had the power to hurt her, that knowing that he'd probably spent the night with Mithian Martins made her feel unloved and worse unlovable.

She knew that she didn't love him anymore, she couldn't even remember how loving him had felt but she was angry that he didn't feel the need to hide his conquests from her anymore, that he treated her like she didn't matter at all.

At least she didn't have to attend the dinner with the party leaders this evening; she didn't have to pretend to smile at his jokes while knowing full well that most of the people in the room were aware that their whole relationship was a sham and worst of all knowing that Mithian Martin was in the room somewhere waiting to walk off with her husband.

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"You can't be serious," Arthur told the Secret service men.

"We're very serious," Leon assured him, "your President needs your help."

"I can't think of anything that Will Mercia would need my help with," Arthur said.

Five minutes later Arthur was staring at Leon in shock. "Are you sure?" he asked for the third time, he couldn't believe that the President got doubles for duties he didn't want to do. "This is incredible."

"Yes," Merlin agreed, "and if you tell anyone about this we'll have to kill you."

Arthur walked around his sitting room shaking his head until he finally collapsed into a chair. "If I can pull it off, it will be the most exciting thing I've ever done."

"Yes it will."

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" Arthur asked, excitedly. "Give a speech, kiss a few babies, open the new hospital, what?"

Leon and Merlin looked at him and laughed.

000

"You just want me to walk through the kitchens?"

Arthur was getting his hair done; it had already been dyed auburn and it was now being cut into the short style that the President favoured. He had already been fitted for the suit and was just waiting to take the stage so to speak.

"I'm not even going to make a teeny tinny speech?" Arthur had been told not to say a word until the hairdressing team had left the room.

"Not a single word if you value your life," Merlin told him.

"How is that even impersonating the President?" Arthur complained. "I should at least get to say a word in greeting."

Leon was about to reply but the door to the suite opened and President Will Mercia entered with Agravaine.

"This must be the fellow," President Mercia said walking over to Arthur and looking at him. "Not bad, Agravaine, not bad, he could certainly pass for me if you don't look too closely."

"That was the idea," Agravaine replied.

President Mercia nodded and then walked out of the room.

"It's show time," Leon told Arthur and they left the room.

The walk to the kitchen was uneventful, most of the hotel staff surprised to see the President walking by and Arthur smiled at them and was amazed to hear their whispers about the fact that the President was passing by.

They went through the kitchens very quickly and they were about to exit that room when Arthur suddenly stopped and said, "Great job everybody. God bless you."

The staff applauded and Arthur would have remained there basking in their praise but Leon pulled him quickly into the car that was waiting outside.

"What part of not speaking didn't you understand?" Leon huffed while Merlin tried and failed to hold back laughter.

"I've always wanted to do that," Arthur replied. "Won't happen again."

"Of course it won't," Leon reminded him, "this was a one night performance only."

"I didn't even get to enter Camelot," Arthur said, "I didn't even really get to do anything much if you think about it."

"Well, you got people to believe that the President left the hotel," Merlin pointed out.

"Uh huh," Arthur agreed. He turned away from them and pulled out the rucksack where he'd put his clothes and began to change. They had told him that he could keep the suit and the shoes but Arthur had declined the offer, they were very nice but not quite his style.

000

"You certainly went all out this time," Mithian said.

"Anything to please you, my dear," Will smiled at her. They were in the Presidential suite of hotel. "Is everything to your liking?"

"Yes," Mithian replied, "I especially liked that fact that you didn't have to first leave this time."

"Agravaine took care of that little problem," Will assured her, "and the best part is, I don't have to leave until morning."

"That's great," she smiled, "there's hope for you yet."

She popped a cherry into her mouth and stood up. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"Wait here," she replied and went into the bathroom. Two minutes later she came out wearing the sexiest lingerie that Will had ever seen. "What do you think?" she asked.

Will stood up and pulled her to him, began to kiss the side of her neck and then he fell down.

"Willie, dear," Mithian pulled his hand, "that's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for." When he didn't move she knelt down next to him and realised that he was out cold.

000

"I guess this is it," Arthur said, he could see the turn to his house coming up.

Leon was about to reply when his phone rang. He listened for a while and then told Merlin. "We have to go back to Camelot."

"Let's just drop Arthur off then," Merlin said. "It's not that far."

"We have to go back to Camelot with him," Leon told them.

"With me?" Arthur asked. "Why?"

"It seems your stint as President is going to run longer than we had thought," Leon replied, "Agravaine will explain when we get there."

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