Veeery short little piece written for tumblr prompts while I get some ideas together. Thanks for reading!
"So," Guinevere began. "Sensitive subject, but can you and Gawain hurry up? I'm eager to start your wedding planning."
Eileen choked on her tea. "G-gawain?" she stammered, sneaking a look to the corner. Terence looked simultaneously very uncomfortable and a bit like a nightstand. Were his knuckles usually that white? "I, uh, that's... Gawain and I aren't like that, really."
"Oh yes, I'm aware he turned you down at his return banquet, but it isn't like you've stopped talking, hm?"
"He didn't turn me down, per se-"
"Lords Eileen, you rescued him from a dungeon!" Guinevere cried, gesturing.
"Some more wine, your highness?" Terence offered a bit too eagerly, making the queen jump.
She gazed at the squire thoughtfully. "If you would..."
"Your Majes-"
"Love letters!" she exclaimed joyfully.
"Er, love letters, your highness?" Eileen inquired, shooting a panicked look to Terence.
"Oh yes!" Guinevere looked between them with stars in her eyes. "It will be so romantic! You could write Gawain love letters, and then have Terence bring them back and forth." She paused. "Why are you here, Squire Terence? Shouldn't you be with your master?"
Terence looked out of his depth. "Uh well, your highness, Milord is at Sir Kai's chambers this morning, so he lent me to Lady Eileen. I'll be back with him when he and the lady take lunch together later."
"Lunch?" Guinevere asked, turning back to Eileen with a glint in her eye.
"Yes." Eileen said firmly. "Lunch. Where we eat."
"Well, I don't know what you're eating but-"
"Your highness."