Superstar rock band Pendragon is on tour with manager Gwen

Gwen looks up from her iPad where she is scrolling through emails, checking the tour schedule, to look briefly out of the bus window.

"The concert was over an hour ago," she mutters to herself, "what the heck is taking them so long?" She's just about to look back down when the door opens. Merlin comes out first followed by Gwaine and Leon, then finally Arthur and his bodyguard, Percy.

As they walk to the bus, a young woman runs up to Arthur, squealing with delight. Percy puts his hand to block her, but Arthur stops him. Gwen can see him telling his bodyguard that it's okay; let her pass.

Now she's really paying attention and her iPad screen goes black. She watches as Arthur embraces the strange woman, holding her tightly, affectionately, even letting her kiss his cheek. She's slender and beautiful, and Gwen scowls.

I thought he was done with groupies, she thinks, inexplicably feeling irritation rise within her. As the other guys board the bus, greeting her warmly, she stands, snaps the cover of her iPad closed, and announces, "I'm going to bed," and heads to her small room at the back of the bus.

A short time later she hears Arthur climb aboard. She can hear their voices through her door, but she can't really make out what they're saying and she decides she's fine with that. Probably telling them all about the underwear model he just made out with in the parking lot.

"Guinevere." There is a light tap at her door.

"I'm sleeping. Go away," she calls out. However, there is no lock on the door, so it opens and Arthur slips quietly inside.

"Hey," he says to her back.

"Sleeping," she answers.

"No you're not, you're talking to me."

Gwen sighs. "What do you want, Arthur?"

"I just wanted to show you what my nephew drew for me," he says.

Gwen turns around. "Your nephew?" she asks.

"Yeah, I just saw my sister outside and she gave me this drawing." He holds the paper out for her and she takes it. It is a crayon drawing of a large dragon, breathing fire.

"Oh." Gwen feels foolish now. "That was your sister?"

"Well, yes," Arthur says, sitting beside her on the bed now. "You know I don't just hug random people. She lives here, and came to see the show. I would have had her hang around a bit and meet you all, but she had to go to work. She's a nurse. Works nights."

"Oh. Arthur, if you had told me earlier, we could have arranged to stay here longer. Then you could have seen your nephew. How old is he?"

"Seven. He's a good artist, hey?"

Gwen nods. She smiles, still feeling silly.

"Did you think…?" Arthur asks, finally making the connection. Gwen just looks at her fingers.

"Guinevere," he says softly, "you know I only have eyes for you." He curls his fingers under her chin, lifting her face towards his.

"I never thought you were serious when you said that," she whispers.

"Of course I was. How could you not know?"

"It's hard to tell with you sometimes. Sometimes I can't tell if you're being you or if you're being the Rock Star."

"With you, Guinevere, I'm always me." He brushes his fingers along her cheek. "You know I wrote that song for you, don't you?"

She looks up at him. "Queen of Hearts… or Hellfire?" she asks, smirking a little at him now.

"Well, Hellfire, obviously," he smiles back. Then his face turns serious again, his eyes soft and glowing. "You've been the queen of my heart for a long as I can recall," he whispers, moving his hand to cup her cheek now as he swoops down for a kiss.