Chapter 4 is up! (:
Aw guys I'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to update.
School is almost over now, one week to go and I have two weeks of updating (:
I hope you enjoy this chapter, took me ages to write it (writer's block, pretty much) so tell me what you think of it and if it needs any alterations. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, I have not decided if I want a Beta reader yet, but if anyone is or knows a good Beta for me, I'd love to look into it!
Thaaaanks, 3
P.S- Not sure what to call this chapter. Can anyone give me any ideas? I like it to tie in with the chapter like my other ones so if anyone would like to review a name or PM me, please do so.

That night seemed to pass in a blur. Just like when I walked into the room, the flurry of skirts, the chatter and the booming laughs of the middle-aged men with their shy young brides by their side lulled me into a sort of other world. A quiet world, where all I did was think. Think about Elaine, about Arthur, about little Gwen. Only when someone approached Arthur and I with a gift or a hesitant greeting did I manage to pull out of this world and address them appropriately.
I was in this zone until the final person to greet us of the night was my brother, Elyan. He had an anxious look in his eye, something I'd never seen before. I was so used to him being on guard and stoic, and even when Arthur clasped his shoulder and praised his for his work when they'd been on that two-day trip that he managed to rid his face of the emotion.

"Elyan! We have not seen you all evening, what have you been up to?" Elyan sighed in relief a little that the King had no noticed his worry, but when he glanced at me, he knew the Queen had. He knew his sister could tell if anything was wrong. Remembering the manner's that he shouldn't have to use on his own sister, he knelt a little and took my hand, lowering his eyes obediently and kissing my hand softly. I had the urge to pull it away from him, but knew it would raise curiosity among the guests. The Queen pulling her hand away from a greeting? Unheard of, apparently. Turning his attention quickly on Arthur he bowed his head a moment and brought his eyes up to Arthur's.

Oblivious to everything going on in front of him, Arthur laughed and clasped his hand once again on Elyan's shoulder. "Well?" He asked, Elyan hadn't answered his question.
"I'm sorry my Lord, I have been speaking to an old friend. Are you in need of my services?"

Arthur chuckled, "No, if you would like you may retire to your chambers now. You look fatigued." Elyan nodded.
"Yes, m'Lord, thank you." He bowed his head for a second, then turned and left quickly.
Arthur turned to me, confusion written all over his face. "That was unusual." I nodded, linked my arm through Arthur's and set off to off to say goodbye to everyone. Most people had left, so my duties were not needed for much longer than half an hour.
I could tell Arthur was as relieved to leave the party as much as I was, I knew that he probably got no more than a few hours' sleep on his trip, he came back to Camelot and had to go straight to the party. Once we were out of sight, I reached for his hand and led him to a small alcove. In the dim lighting of the little cove, I could see the faint blood shot lines in his eyes glowing in the darkness, a deep purple rimmed underneath that was very close to his upper cheekbone. Reaching my left hand up, I traced my thumb across the inch long line.

"How many hours were you able to sleep, m'Lord?" I lifted my eyes to his.
"Three. Guinevere you mustn't call me that, you are my wife. My Queen." He pleaded with me.
"And you must not change the subject. Why have you gotten such little sleep, Arthur? Were your duties so important you could not close your eyes for more than a few hours?" A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Three hours is fine. You must not worry about me, Guinevere. I am feeling alright, but how were you while I was away?" The little smile was still there, but concern flooded across his features. I smiled back in reassurance, always one to be worried about me.
"Nothing is the matter with me, I am rather happy right now. If you would like to make me happier, I'd walk up those stairs to the bedroom and go to sleep." My thumb was still tracing his cheek bone, and I slid it down slowly, resting it under his chin.
I tilted it down so that he was no longer looking over the top of my head.
"Arthur Pendragon, next time you come home I would like something from you." I grinned. He didn't know what I was talking about.
"And what, my Lady, would that be?" He'd caught on after a few seconds, a humorous glint in his eyes.
"Oh, just this…" I leaned forward and closed the small distance between Arthur and I. Touching my lips softly to his, my hand instinctively went to his cheek and his to mine. I smiled beneath his warm lips, he opened his mouth slightly and a gust of hot breath washed over my tongue. I shivered.
He traced a line with his index finger from my temple to my chin, where he stopped and took it roughly between his thumb and fore-finger. Pulling back from my lips, he was breathing heavily.
"If I have that to come home to, never will I forget." The seriousness in his voice stole my breath, which wasn't making staying alive any easier since my breathing was as ragged as his. Placing a hand over my heart, I felt its quick beats. Even after a year of marriage I was not used to all this affection and love that Arthur gave me, the innocence of our old relationship seemed long gone. That was what scared me that no one was here to discover us or exploit our relationship, it seemed almost too open.

Back in our chamber's Arthur went straight to the bed. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, because that is exactly what happened. Pulling his shoes off his feet and throwing a light blanket over him, I left for a moment to change. The corset wasn't nearly as hard to get on as to get off, and the small mercy of the light night dress brought a contended sigh to my lips as I felt the silk glide down my aching body and touch the ground softly.
When sleep did come that night, it was not a particularly lonely one. Elaine, little Gwen, Elyan and Arthur all addled in my dreams and did not rest their comings and goings in my mind till morning.

Any ideas why Elyan was acting that way? Could it be due to someone's presence…? ;)
I'm still taking guesses as to who little Gwen's faaaaather is… *hint hint* haha.
Hope you liked it anyways.
Not one of my favourites so far, but I hope it isn't too disappointing after the days it's taken me to update.
Action to come soon, perhaps a little more romance, though I try to stay true to the show in that department due to the fact that they are not yet married on t.v and I haven't got much to go by with their married life. Except Wikipedia which is just totally not reliable ;)
So, thanks for your patience guys, my holidays start this coming Saturday and will continue for two weeks. Then off to last term, and another 7 weeks of Christmas holidays :D

x, Isabella.