Here's chapter three guys! Thanks again to those of you who have read this far! I'm still getting used to it! Sorry it took a while, I haven't really got any good ideas! But hey, Suggestions are welcome! Anyway, Here you go! Oh and one more thing, In case you guys don't have it, the Italicized letters are flashbacks! It took me a while on one story to figure it out, So I thought I would just add that it!
Chapter 3: A Window to the Past
Gwen watched as the sun began to sink slowly behind the mountains off to the west. This was her favorite time of day, not only for the peace she got to endure until Morgana needed her help readying for bed, but for the beauty all around her. Shades of pink and orange melted and meshed into the pale sky blue. The clouds were tinted red, and the sun, instead of its usual yellow, was orange. Birds settled into their nests for the night, and people finished up their daily affairs ready to go home to their families.
When the sun finally completed its descent, that's when the noises of the night began. The crickets would chirp beneath the pale moonlight, and when you listened closely, you could hear the sounds of water run just outside the walls of the fair city. During the day with all the hustle and bustle of everyday life, no one could hear the great river rushing over the weathered down rocks.
Gwen sighed and longed to be outdoors where she could feel the refreshing night air on her skin and bask in the light given off by the nighttime sun. The moon was full, and looked like a saucer of milk that you would give a hungry kitten. The stars were like individual candles, radiating their own light that was nothing in comparison to their successor.
"Guinevere?" the voice belonged to Morgana and came from behind the girl standing at the wash basin doing dishes.
"Yes My Lady?" Gwen asked taking her hands out of the soapy water and turning around to face Morgana.
"Why are you still here? You should be at home. You've done plenty for me today," Morgana answered quietly.
"I must tend to your bedding My Lady. Then we shall be ready for you to go to sleep. Shall I draw a bath?" Gwen answered choosing to ignore Morgana's question.
"No Guinevere. I can have someone else help me get ready for bed. I want you to go home, and enjoy a few hours to yourself." It was sweet of Morgana to offer, but Gwen knew her place was here with her Lady.
"It is a hard offer to turn down, but I'm afraid that I must. Let me get someone to finish these dishes, and I'll tend to your bed. Then I'll draw up a bath." Gwen replied, not even once letting her smile faulter even though she did really want to take up the offer Morgana had given her.
"Gwen, Go home. I can do this myself. I promise." Morgana mentioned nothing of consequences if Gwen did decide to leave, and she mentioned nothing of an ulterior motive. Gwen couldn't see anything wrong with leaving a bit earlier than usual, even if it only put her home a few hours sooner than if she stayed.
She sighed, "If you are sure that you don't need me tonight My Lady, I'll go. If you need me though, You know where you can send someone to find me."
Morgana laughed, A sound rich to most who heard it. "I'm sure I won't need you Gwen. Go home. Please try to enjoy the few hours you have to yourself."
"I will My Lady. Thank you!"
Gwen hurried out the door, paying no attention to where she was going or who was coming the other direction. It was too late before she saw Arthur directly in her line of travel.
She crashed into him and landed directly on top of him. It took a second for her eyes to clear, and for her to realize who exactly she was sprawled out on top of. Her face turned beet red when she looked down into Arthur's blue eyes.
"Guinevere, why exactly are you laying on top of me?" Arthur asked clearly amused by Gwen's embarrassment.
"Sire, I'm so sorry to be lying on top of you. Not to say that you aren't comfortable. I mean, you're not fat. I mean, I wasn't watching where I was going. Thank you for breaking my fall." She answered turning an even deeper shade of red.
"Trust me, breaking your fall was unintentional, but I'm glad I could be of assistance." Arthur replied laughing at the way her cheeks burned scarlet.
"Again, I'm sorry." She answered attempting to stand up.
"Just watch where you're running next time Gwen," He said helping her up and smiling.
" I will. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it Guinevere," he said as he watched her walk away. Then he mentally slapped himself for thinking how great it would have been to kiss her, how cute she looked when she blushed, and how it felt to have her in his arms even for a second. He knew nothing could ever come of his… feelings.. towards Gwen, but even a Prince has the right to dream. Right?
Okay, so it kind of sucks! And by the way! Thanks to all of you! Really and truly! Anyway, on to Chapter 4! Any suggestions? And if there is a wait, I'm sorry. I'm kind of swamped in the near future.