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Gwen hummed as she neatly folded the clothes, feeling ridiculously happy. She had met up with Lancelot last night- they had had a romantic dinner and then just spent the night talking. She smiled at the thought, almost dancing as she hung up Morgana's dresses.
As if called, Morgana slammed into the room in a swirl of expensive silk. Gwen glanced up and sighed, envious. As always, Morgana looked beautiful, every inch the high-born lady- wearing a deep crimson dress with exquisite golden beading, and with her hair in an elaborate twist, held up with sparkling pins. The murderous scowl on her face looked very out of place next to such loveliness.
"Oh, that bloody adopted brother of mine! Thank god Uther decided against marrying us, I'd probably end up murdering him..." She broke off suddenly and blinked at Gwen. "You look happy!" Gwen beamed.
"I met up with Lancelot last night!" She sighed happily.
"Well, what did you do all night?" asked Morgana suggestively, leaning in close and waggling her eyebrows. Gwen pushed her away, laughing.
"No we just talked! He's so lovely- he's a great listener, so kind and attentive and he has a beautiful voice..." Gwen trailed off, gazing off into the distance dreamily.
Morgana nudged her, an obscene leer on her face. "And then there's his other attributes of course."
Gwen blushed beetroot.
"Morgana!"