Forgive?

Chapter Three

Merlin looked down for the next task on the great long list of things to do that Arthur had given him – the usual chores like polishing his boots and cleaning his chambers were on it, but these were followed by ridiculous tasks like dusting the castle battlements and mending the most minute rip at the bottom of his cloak. When he had asked why, Arthur had said

"Because you're an interfering fool, Merlin." An interfering fool? Well if he hadn't ever "interfered" then Arthur would've been dead years ago! His "interfering" was saving Arthur's life! Merlin didn't know what had gotten into him today. He had been almost nice lately. Well he had been nice, but only when he was a simpleton.

"What?" Merlin muttered to himself "the dungeons? The dungeons?" The list read:

17. Clean the castle dungeons

Dungeons weren't supposed to be clean! That wasn't the point! They were supposed to be horrible, not luxurious! Merlin stomped off to the dungeons in the terrible mood.

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"Here we are!" Arthur announced. He looked around the patch of woods he had brought Guinevere too. There was a stream gurgling nearby, and some wildflowers grew around them. But the grass wasn't very green… "Do you like it?" He asked, a little nervously.

"It's lovely!" Guinevere responded brightly. Arthur sighed in relief. He began to sit down. Oh no! He should've had Merlin bring cushions…now what? He decided to apologise.

"I'm so sorry that I don't have any blankets or cushions." And food! Why hadn't he thought of that? They could've had a picnic!

"Stop worrying, Arthur. I'm fine." Guinevere responded, gracefully settling down next to him. She turned to look at him expectantly. Arthur opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He was lost in her deep brown gaze. A gaze that- "Arthur?" Arthur jerked back into the real world.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Guinevere!" He couldn't believe he was being so idiotic. Not only was he making a fool of himself, but he was failing to contain his feelings for a woman who had betrayed him.

Arthur Pendragon, pull yourself together! He thought to himself Stop acting like a love-sick fool, you came here for a reason. You are far too weak when it comes to Guinevere.

He began to speak "Guinevere…I've brought you here to talk. I love you with all my heart, but there are…complications."

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