"Stop nibbling on your hair," Morded ordered softly. "You have nothing to be nervous about. You're going to do wonderfully. Just be your dorkable, lovable, sweet self."

Gwen tapped her fingers on a shiny clean counter. "I don't know…"

"It isn't the time for self-doubt."

Gwen breathed deeply as she organize her thoughts. She wanted to rebuild a playground destroyed during the riots. She organized a mini carnival to gather donations for her venture.

Somehow, she was given a spot on the local news. She had to smile pretty and implore people to make donations to her cause. She couldn't stumble or stammer over her words. I can do this. I can make people want to come to my carnival with a pretty smile.

Gwen slide when her stool. She wished that she could find a mirror or something to check her appearance. Sophia was away on business. She hoped she looked presentable.

"How do I look?"

Morded scratched his dark hair. His blue eyes roamed over Gwen's petite body with vague disinterest and critical eyes.

"First of all, never ask a man or mini man like myself that question. It's a trap for both of us. However, Pandora, since you open the box."

Morded skirted form behind his counter. His nose twisted as he circled Gwen.

"You hair is far too pretty to be plastered down with so much product. I do like the stray curls slipping from their forced confinement." Morded eyes' looked over her clothing as he clicked his tongue. "You can never go wrong with a classic jumper in a soft lavender paired with a black wool pleated skirt, tights, and booties. You look sweet and caring. Good Job!"

Gwen widened her eyes. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Morded shrugged," My mother was a model. Her frenemies come over to dress her for events."

"Thanks, Mummy! I think."

Morded placed a Classic Hot Chocolate and Cinnamon swirl at Gwen's place on the counter.

"Your breakfast."

Gwen shook her finger in reprimand. "You have to stop giving me free food. They will fire you."

Morded frowned in dismay. "No, it's paid for. Someone left a card to purchase your drinks and treats for a while. But, I'm out of the stuff to make ice tea. It was a bad American experiment,. You are the only one that ordered it."

Gwen looked crestfallen. "It was yummy to my tummy."

Wait a minute? Did he just say someone left a card to pay for my food purchases ?Did I hear him correctly? Someone paid for my drinks? Why would anyone pay for my drinks? I'm a nobody.

"What did you say?"

Morded groaned. "I said that I don't have the materials for a Green Iced tea. It was a bad business venture. Iced Tea is an American thing, not British. Tea must be hot! Back to Classic Hot Chocolate."

Gwen waved her hands. "No, that other thing. What did you say?"

"That you look good, and very classy."

Gwen placed her hands on her hips. "The other thing."

Morded thought for a moment. "Oh, that your drinks are free for a minute. Someone paid for them."

"Who?"

"Home skillet wants to remain nameless."

Gwen arched an eyebrow. "It was bad idea to watch Juno with you. You won't stop saying home skillet."

Morded buffed his counter. "Look, it was to stay thank you for being a nice person. It's not a marriage proposal. She was nice and old. Okay?"

"That's all you had to stay. Rather sweet of her."

Morded ignored a wave of guilt. Arthur Pendragons of the world weren't going to fall in love with sweet naïve, caring Gwen Leogrances of the world. He would give into his curiosity, and use her. Then, he would leave his mess for someone else to clean up. He couldn't allow that to happen to Gwen. She's too good for a person. Good people didn't live in his world.

"It was sweet of her."

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"Beer?"

"Do you have a Guinness?"

Arthur wrapped his fingers around an icy bottles of beer. Gawain is such a beer snob. Maybe, I should invest into a tap. Soon, a bottle wouldn't be good enough for my dear Gawain.

Arthur flopped on his sofa. It had been a long day. His head throbbed. Morgana was erratic and hormonal. Merlin urged to her to stay home until she snapped on him. Arthur thought for a moment that she was going to eat her mate. Actually, he expected Morgana to eat her mate. Arthur chuckled to himself at the memory of Merlin with fear in his blue eyes.

His blonde head dropped on the back of his sofa. Gawain's channel flipping drove him insane. Arthur closed his tired eyes as he sipped his beer.

"Pick a show…"

"Can't beat the news," Gawain offered happily.

"My name is Guinevere Leogrance. Most people call me …Gwen."

Arthur's head popped up. "Don't change that channel," he ordered harshly.

"Okay."

An older blonde newscaster smiled idly at a grinning Guinevere. Gawain didn't know what was going on. Arthur is glued to his seat. His eyes trained on this Gwen chick, a girl on the screen. She seemed sweet. Why in the hell is Arthur gawking at this girl?

"I'm trying to raise funds to rebuild a park destroyed by the riots. We need 100,000 pounds. We have 30,000 pounds. Next week, the children have made games for a carnival. We would like everyone to participate to help rebuild the park and playground. Food, prizes, and games… next Saturday at noon until 5. I hope to see you there."

She looks rather lovely. I don't like her hair, too severe . It needs to be loose and framing her face. Her smile lights up her eyes. She's so sweet and kind. Why is my stomach tingling? What the hell is wrong with me?

Arthur looked at Gawain. "Tell Leon to donate 75,000 pounds to her fund in the morning."

Gawain raised his dark eyebrows. "What?"

"No questions, do it… don't leave my name or anyway to connect it back to Pendragon. Just give the money. It's a good cause."

"It is? Who is she?"

"Just a girl on the Telly."

"Right."

Arthur tapped his beer bottle on his knee. "Everyone should have a park. It means nothing."

"It's a whole lot of something for a bit of nothing, Arthur."

"Leave it."