A/N: I figured it was time for a happier one (because I think I'm gonna put two up at once, and the next one's a little more solemn). This is set in the legendary 2.02, just after Gwen's massive outpouring of anger. I know I should stop drabbling. I know I should be writing other things, doing other things (non-internet related) but it's like a disease... Once you've caught it, you're doomed. It is really, really hard to stop. So, I've been writing these largely for my own amusement (don't be surprised if they stop rather abruptly), but I'm so pleased by those of you thinking they're decent! Thanks!
Gwen bites her lip.
Arthur watches, slightly amused, as she checks herself; seeing cheeks flush as the impropriety of her speech hits her.
She glances at him; fearful.
He could berate her, insult her, flog her.
How dare she be so impertinent?
He doesn't say this. Doesn't think to. Instead, he inclines his head.
Is he bowing to her?
She has opened his eyes.
Not to maidservant, Gwen; but Guinevere.
He apologises, because he sees her.
But, as Gwen departs, pulling her shawl tighter; she knows it is her eyes that have truly been opened to the man inside, emerging…