Percival is Gwen's personal trainer. (nusseis)
Alpha Male – Arthur/Gwen, Percival – G
"Who are you waving to?" Arthur turns to see a large, well-built man return his wife's wave, smiling, from across the café. "Who is that?"
"The trainer you hired for me," she says, smirking.
"That's who I'm paying to come over to our house three times a week?" The giant Nordic god is walking towards them. Arthur is vehemently heterosexual, but even he can admit this guy is amazing.
"Mrs. Pendragon, hi!" Percival says. "Fancy running into you!"
"Hey, Percival," she smiles back. "This is my husband, Arthur."
"Hello, Sir, nice to meet you," Percival smiles, offering his large mitt. Arthur shakes it, expecting his bones to be crushed. They aren't. Bloody hell. He's friendly and polite, too, bugger it all.
"Mrs. P. is doing very well," he says. "I'm really im—"
"There you are!" Another voice interrupts, and Arthur sees an attractive blonde appear, two toddlers clinging to her like cherubic bookends. Percival bends down and scoops one up.
"Sorry, Love, was just saying hello," he leans down and kisses her cheek. Then, Arthur notices the wedding band on Percival's hand.
"Elena, this is my new favorite client, Mrs. Pendragon, and her husband. My wife, Elena, and our girls, Beatrice and Olivia."
"So nice to meet you," Gwen answers. "They are adorable!" she coos over the twins.
"Thank you," Percival says. "Anyway, must go. Almost naptime for these two. Nice meeting you."
"You, too," Arthur says, a little too brightly. Then, he notices The Stare. "What?"
"Arthur, really…"