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A/N: I think I'm going to be having my first writer's block very very soon! And yes Arthur is quite boring, but he can be pretty adventurous and quite the rebel.
Now onto the story! I'll issue the warning now: there probably wont be an update for pretty long, since finals are coming! Report cards right after. Grr. Why after winter break? Besides that, when I usually write the chapters, which are Saturdays, I can't do anymore since I'm getting forced back. So, I'm sorry if there's no update for 2-3 weeks.
Christina's POV:
"Lancelot, don't you agree?"
"Well, Arthur, I..."
Lancelot may be hot, but I have no idea what he's talking about. I think I'm starting to get drunk.
"I see your point, but I have to disagree. The land surrounding it is rather dull. By jolly Guinevere, are you starting to get sick?"
"Nope!"
I start to giggle. Shit. I am.
"The devil you're not! You're all red!" Lancelot cries out, creating hand gestures for help.
I DO NOT need this right now. I see the people around us turning around, like a bunch a hound dogs looking for meat. This is seriously bad karma.
"Oh lighten up Lancelot, I just need to use the lady's room!" I exclaim, trying to make an escape.
It take me a while but I found my mistake soon after Arthur stared at me with a confused look.
"A lady's room?"
Opps. They don't have restrooms do they?
"Umm. I mean I'm going to my room and asking my ladies to help me! Haha. Don't worry I'm OK!"
I don't think they believed me, but I wouldn't know since I zoomed out of the room in record time. If only I can do that when tested on the mile. Ha! I'm not going back am I?
Arthur's POV:
I'm a little bit worried about Guinevere. I hope nothing's wrong with her. She looked a little sick to me, but she acted as if nothing was the matter. Hopefully, there's a chance for me to check up on her tomorrow.
Lancelot's POV:
She's drunk. I can't believe Arthur doesn't know, or if he does he's being a real king about it. Get it? King?
I'm amazed by how fast she ran out the ballroom. I should go check on her.
"Arthur, do think we should go by her room to see if she has improved?"
"I was just thinking that, but in case she should get embarrassed, I'm waiting till tomorrow. I advise the same to you."
"As you advise," I said, preparing to exit the room, ready to...well...check on the princess.
Guinevere: Lady with Drunkenness
"I FEELLL LIKE FLYINGGG!" I sing out happily, not a care in the world. Wow, alcohol really brings out the best in me.
"MYYY HEART BEATS TRUE TO THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE!!" I am totally screwed, when did I turn patriotic? Dang it, what's next? Patriotism is definitely not something I have.
"I LUUVVV CHUUUU, CHHHUUU LUUVV ME, WE'RE A HUPPPYYYY FFFUMMMILYYY!" Oh shit. I turned into a barney lover? The world shall soon end if I keep this up. Except...my mouth is not responding the way I want it to, because I want it to seriously shut up. Geez. My brain doesn't work, now my mouth? What's next my ears?
"Umm. Princess?"
"Hmmm?"
"Someone's wanting you. Should I let him in?"
In my state, hell no but once again drunk Christina wins again as I sing out a yes. A few minutes pass, then a figure comes in. A blurry figure.
"Hello Mr. Blurry!" I call out.
"Hello to you to, Princess Guinevere." answers back the blurry object, I think mildy interested.
"Well then, I just wanted to check yo see if you are fine, and since you are---"
"Did chu know I lost my first love?"
"No. Now if you'll excuse---"
"I loved him..."
"..."
"He was so special, then he ruuubbbeeeddd it in my face."
Still silence, and well...when there's silence, the drunk guy, or in my case-girl, falls asleep.
Lancelot's POV:
As the princess told me about her first love, I couldn't help wonder who he was. Just the thought drives me crazy! I kept quiet, pondering over it, when suddenly she fell asleep, and I, like Arthur had done previously, caught her in my arms.
Light, and divine, the aurora of her filled my head. Not the best thing to have in your head, when the girl is your best friend's one love. I held her in my arms, her head resting softly on my shoulders.
Starting to snuggle around, the princess uttered a few words, none that I caught. Awe-struck, I held her for a few minutes, not daring to drop her. Returning to my normal self, I gently put her onto the bed, but as I did, somehow, her hands managed to cling onto my arm.
"Don't go! Don't leave me papa!"
Hmm. I wonder. Her father has always been close by, why does she say such things? Smiling softly down upon her, I gaze at her sleeping form and wondered.
If only she was mine, my princess, and I, her prince.
Christina's POV: Early the next day.
Pain. Stupid unstoppable pain! My head's killing me! I want Advil, medicine, drugs, anything!
As I open my eyes, I finally noticed someone sitting next to me. Someone strangely familiar. Someone...Merlin!
"Merlin! Whatcha doing here?"
"Ah. You're awake! So, how did the ball go?"
"It was...refreshing since I managed to GET DRUNK. My head's killing me, any ideas to cure it, oh powerful wizard?"
"Hmm. I'll see what I can do. Wait here." he answers back, already getting up.
I notice him start a spell, but when I blinked, he came back- with a glass of something. I drink it happily, since it made my pain somewhat gone.
"Yum. It's really good, what is it?"
"Err. Oxen's blood."
I spit it out.
"WHATT?"
"Just teasing you, it's tunic with honey."
"Oh."
"Well, I see that you're better now, so I shall be leaving you. Be prepared for the king's coming. He was worried about you so he's coming to visit you."
"Hmmm."
"In about an hour."
"Hmmm. Wait, WHAT?"
"Arthur's coming in about an hour to check up on you. Get dressed, get prepared, and meet him. That is all. Now I must bid you goodbye."
"But.But--"
I didn't get to finish my sentence since he left. Blasted old man. Tell me earlier why didn't you? I need chocolate!
Minutes After the Meeting: Christina's journal entry.
Wow, that went smoothly. He was sooo gorgeous when he stepped in, those muscles, the blue eyes, and that concerned look. HE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT ME!! Awww. I think I started to drool. Anyways, in comes big o' mean Lancelot, then the moment of calm was ruined. He's like a hurricane. Grr. He made me so embarrassed by reminding me about yesterday's drunk moment, then I remembered what I had said. So in shock, I jumped up, tripped over a twig, and landed myself on top of Arthur's lap. Great first impression, eh? A total lunatic that got drunk, jumps onto your lap.
Arthur's POV:
She's so wonderful. I was amazed at how easily it is to embarrass her, and was even more interested in how she landed on top of me. It was fortunate that she got off soon afterwards, or I fear I would of did something that I'd regret. In the form of a kiss.
AS NIGHT FELL:
Alas, my readers, this events that took place during the meeting was not the only unfortunate thing to happen to Christina on this day. Something worse is adrift: in the form of a fire mysteriously set by someone whom she will meet very soon.
"FIRE!"
"Ring the alarm!"
"Alert the royal family! Protect them at all costs!"
"NO! THE FIRE IS APPROACHING THE PRINCESS'S DORM! PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS!"
At this moment, both Lancelot and Arthur are awake, noticing the smoke filling their rooms. Shooting off their beds, they raced outside to see what was happening, and stood in shock when they found the answer.
"We fear for the princess's life, the fire in within inches of her, ready to consume her. If nothing is done, there will be danger."
Luckily water supplies were found, and water was sent to crash down the flames.
When the fire did settle down, it was barley a hair length away from it's original point. The princess was not hurt.
Arthur rushed inside, and found the princess: unconscious on the floor, a look of terror in her eyes.
So, our Christina is unconscious. Who is this person that tried to kill her? Hint: check wikipedia for evil characters. I cheesed it up a bit. Chapter was a bit shorter than I planned it to be, but I promise I'll make it up. So, Review please!