Just some Arthur/Gwen fluff. I couldn't resist.
"No Merlin. You're the girl."
"Ow. Stop shoving."
"I can't help it. You're doing it wrong."
"I don't know any other way to do it."
"Just follow me, and everything will turn out right in the end, okay?"
Gwen knocked on the door, slightly afraid of what she was going to find on the other side. Arthur cleared his throat.
"Come in."
Gwen noticed that Arthur and Merlin were standing at least six feet away from each other; although, neither of them could hide the blush on their faces.
"I have brought you fresh linens sire." She said while bowing to her prince.
"Thank you Gwen. Just, set them right there." Gwen did as she was told, and loitered in the room for a moment. Arthur was teetering back and forth on his heels. Merlin was trying very hard to suppress a giggle. His hand was covering his grin.
"Is there anything more I could do for you sire?"
"No, Gwen, I'm sure that we won't be needed anymore of your services." Arthur said. Merlin sucked in a breath.
"Wait! Gwen, there is something you could help us with." She turned back to the companions.
"Well, what is it?" Merlin continued babbling like an idiot, but Arthur understood what he was trying to explain. Arthur stepped forward, and offered his hand to Guinevere.
"Guinevere, do you know how to dance?" Taken aback, Gwen paused.
"Yes. I learned when I was a little girl. I haven't danced in ages." Arthur pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"I'm sure everything will come back to you." Merlin quietly exited the room.
"Arthur, may I ask why you need to practice your dancing?" Although, Gwen was convinced that he didn't need practice at all. He was a fine dancer.
"The duke of Follett is arriving tomorrow evening. There will be a ball held in his honor. I am expected to dance with his daughter, Elizabeth." Gwen bowed her head.
"Oh. Of course." She stopped moving.
"Gwen?" Arthur asked. "Gwen, why have you stopped?" She pulled out of his grasp, and stepped back a few paces.
"I have just been reminded of my place. You will never dance with my Arthur, not in an official court setting. And if you don't mind, I would much prefer to not pretend like this anymore. I am a servant, and you are my prince. If you will excuse me." Gwen continued to the door, with Arthur calling after her.
"Gwen." She was still moving. "Gwen?" Almost to the door. "Guinevere." She stopped. Although, she her back was still turned. "Elizabeth of Follett is eight years old. She is still enchanted by fairies and tiaras." Arthur laughed, and Gwen couldn't help but join him.
"I feel so foolish." She bowed her head, trying to hide her blush. He lifted her chin.
"Don't." Arthur lifter her chin up to his, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "What is the verdict Guinevere? Am I a horrible dancer? Will I embarrass myself completely?"
"No. You are a tremendous dancer." She kissed him again. "I need to get back to work." Arthur nodded, and watched her walk out of the door. He smiled to himself. She had been jealous.
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