Guinevere Thomas slipped her feet from a pair of scuffed up, pink tennis shoes and slowly looked around the room. It was a truly grand foray. Large and luxurious - the room was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Silence filled the room, and a giggle slipped her lips.
"Hello?" So this was where Arthur lived. It was so...formal. How did he ever have any fun?
A butler came around the corner. She blinked. How very tall he was, and so very disapproving. "Miss...may I help you?"
Gwen's voice came out as a squeak. "Y-yes...I'm looking for Arthur."
Arthur came sliding down the sleek wooden floor, using his socks as skates, just before the butler got another word in edge wise. His hug tackled her to the ground. "Guinevere!"
She laughed, and tickled him gently. "Arthur! Here I am!"
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to his room. "Let's play!" It was obvious his mood improved simply with her presence.
Gwen picked up some blocks that stood on the floor, sat down and began to build before she started talking. "Are you feeling better?"
Arthur's shoulder's stiffened, and he shook his head, taking some blocks into his own hands.
She looked down, feeling bad that she'd said anything. "I'm sorry." The silence began to grow a bit awkward, but she reached over to take his hand. "Hey, are we allowed outside?" The girl peered out the huge window to her left.
He nodded happily, much preferring to be where his parents were not. "Yeah! Want to?"
"Ohplease?" Gwen's words were so excited that they mashed together into one.
Arthur carefully put the blocks back into the container, making her wonder why he was so careful. Then he hopped up quickly, and darted out the bedroom door. "Catch me if you can!"
"Not fair! You had a head start!" A cascade of laughter poured from her lungs as she ran after him, curls flying.
Arthur darted out into the huge, grassy garden, and picked up a branch from under a fall tree, abruptly stopping. "En garde, Lady Guinevere." A smirk decorated his face.
Gwen looked around, and chose a pinecone from by her feet and threw it at him lightly, a grin spreading her features. She wished Eliyan was bit younger. He always seemed to busy to really play with her.
Arthur hit the pinecone away with his stick, and moved closer. "Com'on! You can do better."
She faked a little gasp. "Are you insulting my honor, good sir?"
He laughed. "Nope! But I know you can do better."
The sticks hit back and forth consistently for several minutes and in Arthur's mind, he saw swords. He was only hoping that she saw the same thing. Just maybe, that could mean he had a friend.