BETA: FLYAWAY213
THE SERVANT
Gaius awoke at the break of dawn, the sun's rays lightly shinning in the courtyard. A letter sat beside his bed, on the nightstand where he kept a glass of water, half empty. He looked at it in confusion, standing and stretching as he yawned and walked over to his desk where he kept his glasses. He reached for them, knocking over a vial in the process causing him to swear, something he would never allow his ward to see.
Rushing to stop the fluid's motion, he pressed the letter into the vile-smelling liquid causing the printed lettering to smear and the soft paper to become moist. Another swear as he realized what he had done before he fitfully cleaned the mess up with other supplies but, when seeing the illegible ink smears, he knew the damage had already been done.
He sighed, setting the letter on the now dry surface, and walked away hoping the paper had been no more important than the color of his shoes. Getting prepared for his daily rounds, he promptly pushed the letter from his mind.
Gwen woke, the sun shinning brightly in the foggy air. She smiled timidly, raising her head and looking into the face of her husband. Her movement, as subtle as it was, still woke the sleeping king. He mumbled something as he tightened his grip on his naked wife's waist, cracking his left eye open slowly.
He smiled back, kissing the tip of her nose, his lips dry from the long night of sleep. She giggled at the childish action and pushed at his chest playfully causing a warm laugh to erupt from his croaking morning throat, "Hello, beautiful."
The queen replied warmly, "Hello, handsome." She gave him a quick peck on his lips before raising up out of bed and going to dress herself. Although she was now queen, she still disliked for servants to serve her and avoided it as much as she possibly could. After she put on her decencies, covering up her medium-sized bosom and tender, silky skin that made the man in the bed grumble diligently, she paused to search for the dress she would wear that day.
When she finally tied up all that she could, a tentative knock at the door stopped her from demanding her husband to raise with her. Arthur glanced at his wife, confusion in his eyes that he quickly glossed over to his steady, kingly gaze, "Enter." In came a small man, his nose quite pointy and his fingers playing with the bottom of his worn tunic while his dark, greasy brown hair made it's way into his equally dark brown eyes, and bowed.
Arthur rolled his eyes, much to Gwen's displeasure, when he spotted the nervous traits of the twitchy servant, "Rise. What is it the you have to tell me?" The servant jumped at the king's voice, stuttering out his answer quickly, "There are guests, my Lord. They rode in this morning, my Lord. They say they are from the Kingdom of Parciluen, my Lord. They request your presence at once, my Lord."
The king once again rolled his eyes at the excessive amounts of 'my Lords' when Merlin rose to his mind, Arthur questioning where he could be before dismissing it for his usual tardiness. Arthur looked onto the again bowing servant before responding, "Tell them I shall be there shortly. Call upon the Council and the Knights of the Round Table-no, have somebody else do it. Now leave, it seems I must dress myself this morning."
He added his last words as an afterthought but spoke them as loudly as his other words. When the servant turned to leave, or what Arthur suspected was to run away, he once again called out, "Oh, and tell Merlin to hurry it up! I don't know why I keep him around." As the door closed, a small thud in the quiet room, Arthur yawned, standing upon his chilling stone floor and walking over to his wardrobe where his wife was already searching for clothes her husband could wear.
Arthur set his head on her shoulder, already another yawn making it's way past his lazy lips, and whispered in his ear, "I wan't the red one, Pendragon red."
I've been in the hospital for a couple weeks due to severe dehydration and malnutrition; don't really care about food and water anyways.
I realize I sound like I have some eating disorder but it's not like that. I have a taste disorder, one where I can't taste at all so it's annoying to eat since I can't taste anything.