CHAPTER EIGHT
Guinevere appeared in the darkest corner of Arthur's chambers. Seeing him lying there in bed was enough to convince her that he needed her at this moment. Slowly she took small steps towards him and stopped at the foot of the bed. She waited until he noticed her, which did not take long. Arthur sat up immediately at the sight of her. His eyes wide open in shock, but he was so ecsatic now that she was here.
His lips curved into a smile, it felt so good to smile. He hadn't had the feeling for a long time and he remembered that it was a nice feeling. His smile disappeared from his face when he saw that Guinevere wasn't smiling. She didn't look happy either. His memory came back, he remembered seeing her crying in the hall. He remembered her telling him that she didn't belong to him.
Then it hit him, Arthur collapsed back onto his bed. He remembered that he had executed Guinevere even though she was innocent...and now she was haunting Camelot. Arthur expected her to take revenge in any way. He could picture her destroying him or even his kingdom; the kingdom she was suppose to rule.
'Why are you here?' Arthur had selected one of the many buzzing questions from his mind and had asked it.
'I was wrong to have spoken to you like that,' Guinevere admitted with a sigh.
'Does this mean you forgive me?'
'No.' She said sharply and Arthur swallowed hard.
She added, 'how can I? Not yet anyway.'
'I understand,' he mumbled.
'No, you don't. I can't forget something like this so quickly.'
'I never asked you to forget it, Guinevere.'
'But that is what you want me to do. To put it behind us? Even though there is no us, not anymore.'
'You are here now, we can live together. Dead or alive.'
Guinevere smiled briefly, 'that would be nice. But you need a queen.'
'You are my queen,' Arthur shot back desperately.
'A queen who no one else can see?'
'Do they need to see?'
'Arthur! The people will think you have gone mad.'
'Let them think I have gone mad if it means I get to be with you. I don't want to lose you again.'
Guinevere hesitated before replying.
'A few months ago you had me executed because you were scared of what your people would think of you. Now you don't care,' she muttered.
'Because love conquers all. My father also lost my mother, in order to have me. Sometimes...sometimes I think he regretted it. I was so stupid to execute you, I acted just like my father had. I made my decision so quickly without even stopping to think about it. But now, I've been so blessed, here you stand before me-I've been given another chance!' Arthur explained.
Guinevere strolled up to him and perched on the edge of his bed.
'I love you,' she began with a smile, 'I love you very much; but one day you'll have to let me go. We both know that.'
'If you want to stay, you don't have to go,' Arthur responded. 'You don't want to go, that's why you're here with me. Because you want to be with me, don't you?'
Guinevere felt her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. How could she respond to that? Yes, she wanted to stay; but she did not know if this was why she was trapped in this world. She forced herself to advert her eyes somewhere else.
'I do not know why I am still here,' she finally said and Arthur shook his head, refusing to believe it.
'Don't deny it, Guinevere. We are meant for each other,' he told her. Guinevere was starting to believe him, fate had given them a second chance to be together...they should not waste it.
She bent her head towards him and pecked his forehead.
'I am yours,' she told him with a smile. 'I am with you forever.'
Sorry for such a short chapter (I think it's short anyway) but I thought it should end with Gwen saying that because this chapter is all about Arthur changing her mind. You can probably sense that the story is coming to an soon, but I am thinking about writing a sequel to this. The epilogue will determine everything. Please review and tell me if it would be a good idea to write a sequel to this. Would you all read and review it if I did (please do)?