Ch.3- Confrontation

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Guinevere closed the door to Arthur's chambers, and gave herself a moment to lean against the thick wood of the door. She smiled softly to herself, before making her way down the long corridor.

While her thoughts were otherwise involved, didn't take notice that someone was standing at the end of the hall. She bumped into something hard, dropping all of the supplies, and spilling the bowl of water all over her new dress. She went down to pick up all that was lost , and was met by a pair of boots. She had ran into a person!

"I-I- apologize, I am so sorry...I should have been watching where I was going." She stammered, completely flustered.

"You may run into me any time you please." Said the owner of the boots. She froze, that voice...she is immediatley reminded of the previous night...that voice...the not-so-descrete whisper in her ear...A maid as pretty as you would know what to do with a man, you join me in my chambers after the feast...Guinevere had sucessfully managed to avoid him for the rest of the night, she had no intentions of going anywhere near his chambers. All of her avoidance had ended up placing her here, with the one person she didn't want to see.

Guinevere stood as gracefully as she could manage whilst still holding everything, she was met by the emerald green eyes of Prince Alexander. She put her head down, deciding to ignore his comment.

"I apologize sire" She tried to continue with her path, but he blocke d it. She was already becoming irritated.

"Come now Guinevere, leaving so soon?" He questioned mischieviously. She narrowly supressed a shiver, he made her name sound like a filthy word, while Arthur seemed to caress each syllable, and make it sound like liquid honey rolling off the tongue.

She opened her mouth to inquire where he had obtained her name, but snapped it shut just as quickly, remembering the fact that he is a Prince, and that he could have easily just asked a one of the many people that worked in the castle, after all , she was a very friendly woman.

"Sire, there is work that I have to attend to." She stated simply, hoping that it would be enough.

"I'm sure it can wait, I am merely curious as to why it is that you were smiling as giddy as you were. There aren't any other rooms down this corridor aside from Prince Arthur's chambers,and my own." Gwen has this sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, she already didn't like where this could lead to. " You weren't re-thinking last nights' proposition were you?"

"No sire, I wasn't." She kept her eyes to the ground. He hooked his index finger under her chin, and brought her face so it was level with his. He stared at her for a moment, as if looking for something, she was trying to maintain her cool, it wasn't easy.

"Pity, I don't believe you." Without warning, he kissed her, though she wouldn't consider it was kiss, at least not by the terms she was used to it being defined, ther e was no heat, there was to passion, no love, only blinded, one-sided lust. It was wet, it was sloppy, and over all sickening, she couldn't fight him off, he was a Prince, and she a mere servant girl, so she stood there, not responding, until he noticed this, and pulled her closer to him, his hand tightening its' grip on her forearm. She knew that was gonna bruise...

". Hands. OFF. Of Her." Guinevere heard a voice growl behind her. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was, she could tell by the quickening in her pulse, and the acceleration of her heartbeat. It was Arthur. He moved fast, grabbing her wrist with surprising gentleness, and swept her behind him.

She couldn't stop the red from creeping into her cheeks, both out of embarrassment of the situation that the Love of Her Life had caught her in, and anger at Prince Alexander for treating her so. She could feel her hand twitch, she had half a mind to slap him into next century.

Arthur stood glaring menacingly at Alex. How dare he touch his Guinevere? How dare he think about kissing her, then actually pull through with the action. Arthur felt the burn of possessiveness, it was a primal urge to protect what was his.

"If you touch her again, I will personally see to it that you are dismembered. Limb from bloody limb." Arthur hissed through his teeth, his eyes an icy blue.

Alexander raised an amused eyebrow. "Why? What's she to you?" He asked, then the strangest look crossed his features."Ohh, she is your personal bed warmer." He smirked. "I can't say that I blame you, excellent taste you have Arthur." He put a hand on his shoulder. "Surely you know the values of sharing." Arthur was disgusted, his hand invoulnarily went for the hilt of his sword, but remembered it wasn't there.

Arthur pointed a finger directly in Alexander's face. "Lay a hand on one hair of her head, and you will not live to see the light of day." With that he grabbed Guinevere and headed back to his chambers, the mess on the corridor floor forgotten.

As soon as the door closed, Arthur was on Guinevere. He kissed with fierce tenacity, unlike most times, he wasn't paying attention to fact that he would have to stop. He wanted to mark her, to show that she was his, and his alone. She of course, kissed him back, with equal force, validating that she was thought it was very appealing how protective he was of her,

This is how a kiss is supposed to feel, she thought to herself. His hand went to her arm, and she let out a little yelp of pain. He broke away from the kiss, still breathing hard.

"What's wrong?" He sounded so worried. She pulled her to her side.

"It's nothing." She said quietly.

"It has to be something." He said staring at her arm, and the way that she was holding it.

"It's not anything that you should concern yourself with Sire." She had reverted back to titles, there was something wrong, and she refused to meet his gaze. He lifted her chin up to face him.

"Guinevere, if it concerns you, it concerns me." He gently took her arm, the one that she was holding, and rolled the sleeve up to reveal a hand shaped purple bruise. His features hardened, and there was a sudden fire in his eyes. "He hurt you." He whispered.

Guinevere mentally cursed her knack to bruise so easily. "It looks worse than it is." She said.

"He had no business touching you to begin with." He said with a clenched jaw.

"He has every right." She said. His head snapped in her direction.

"What?" He questioned.

"He's a prince, and I nothing but a simple 's just the way it is Arthur, and that's the way it's been"

"Not if I have any say in the matter. If he touches you again, or even looks at you the wrong way, I want you to tell me."

"Arthur, I don't think that's necessary."

"I think it is." He said.

"You shouldn't harm another Royal, for the sake of a commoner." She tried to reason.

"I'm harming another royal for the sake, and honor of my future Queen." He replied.

"Arthur-"

"Guinevere, please." He cupped his hand gently on the side of her face. His eyes were so sincere.

"Okay, fine." She finally agreed after not being able to take the amount of worry, and care that was held in his gaze. He kissed her forehead, then her hands.

"Thank you." He said.

"Just promise me that you won't do anything rash." She pleaded.

"I'll take whatever actions are warranted." He said.

"Arthur-"

"That is all that I can promise you." He said, Guinevere sighed, but realized that the battle was lost.

"I have to go, I'm sure the Lady Morgana needs help to prepare for dinner, as well as clean up the mess I left in the cooridor."

"Be safe." He said.

"And to you as well." She said.

"Good day, My Lord." She curtsied, and made way to the door.

"Good day, My Guinevere." She stopped, to turn and give him a small smile, before leaving.

"So, what's wrong with Prince Alexander?" Merlin was, as usual, helping Arthur get ready for dinner, it always seemed that the Prince could never get ready on his own, Merlin had yet to figure out how Arthur had managed to do anything, before he came along. Merlin just thought it a good idea to make conversation, added to the fact that he wanted to know why the other Prince was being so diffucult.

"Why would you assume that I know anything about Prince Alexander?" Arthur asked taking his shirt from Merlin.

"I don't know, just a hunch. You did spar with him this morning." Merlin said.

"I might have had a few words with him." Arthur conceded.

"How many is a few?" Merlin questioned. Arthur remained silent. "What did you say to him Arthur?"

"I just reminded him that he wasn't welcome to have his way with our help." Arthur said.

"Why do I have a feeling that this has something to do with Gwen?"

"How am I supposed to know Merlin, I'm not a mind reader." Arthur said agitated that Merlin could read right through everything, but what he had business in.

"I hope you didn't threaten him in any way."

"What was I supposed to do Merlin? I come out of my chambers, after hearing a crash, I go to see what it is, only to find Prince Alexander kissing Guinevere." Arthur was incredilous, remembering it made him sick.

"So you decided it was a good idea to threaten him!" Merlin asked.

"They weren't threats Merlin, they were promises. I was quite literally thinking about running him through with a sword." Artrhur muttered.

"That's even better." Merlin shrugged his shoulders with sarcasm. "What were you thinking? Oh that's right you couldn't have been, because no one in their right mind would deliberatley cause a rift to a neighboring Kingdom, by threating to kill their future king! I'm surprised he hasn't complained to Uther by now." Merlin shook his head.

"I wasn't going to leave her at the mercy of Alexander." Arthur said.

"You should have known better, there are other ways to go about things Arthur." Merlin said sounding like a parent scolding a bad child.

"You know Merlin, this is exactley how I planned for my day to go, I mean, who wouldn't enjoyed being chastied by their manservant?" Arthur said with crossed arms. "I swear Merlin, I think that you forget which one of us is the Prince." At that, Merlin had the decency to look sheepish.

"I apologize sire." Merlin said bowing. It actually made Arthur uncomfortable, no matter how annoying Merlin could be, Arthur had come to think the small pathetic man, as a friend, perhaps even his best friend. So for him to bow, just didn't seem right.

"It's fine Merlin, just don't let it happen to often." Arthur tried to amend.

"So, how is Gwen?" Merlin asked.

"She was fine the last time I saw her." Arthur said. "But if you happen to see Prince Alexander try anything with her, let me know, I have a feeling she won't try to tell me anything until it's too late."

"Of course." Merlin said "You might want to leave before your late." Merlin noted. Arthur nodded, and was out the door without a second glance.

A/N: And there we are, Chapter 3! Okay, I know it's been a while since I posted, and this doesn't seem like much of a chapter, but I've been stressing for End of Course Exams, so I haven't had time to write. Thank goodness, it's all over with, and summer is finally here! Spellcheck is acting stupid, so the grammar and spelling are off, also my quotation marks are messed up, I don't even know how it happened…

On a random note, I usually try and post after I get at least 10 reviews per chapter, it's kind of like a mini goal.

On a happy note, all the time hasn't been wasted doing nothing, I now have a plot. So far, I've just been writing whatever, and it formed on its own, so yay for that!

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