Gwyndolin's crush
chapter 5
"Gwyndolin!"
"AH! What!?" Gwyndolin was shocked awake, lightly jumping in his seat.
"What!? You fell asleep during my speech that's what!" Gwyn shouted at him, his voice echoing throughout the now empty hall of the cathedral.
"Oh..." Gwyndolin mumbled. It was starting to come back to him now, how he fell asleep. He was sitting on his chair as always, father was standing tall and proud going on about tripe that no one cared about once again.
Usually he would just barely stay awake, but thanks to his father talking his ear off literally all night about being a responsible princess, he was barely awake even before his father started talking, and judging by the looks of it he fell asleep in no time, even through the festivities. And the proof that they'd taken place stained his dress, great smears of gravy and wine.
Fucking pricks, whoever thought this was funny he'd get to the bottom of it and have their head! This was his favourite one too, it was so hard to maintain a clean white dress but so very worth it. All the others were black or gray and they didn't suit him or his crown as well as this one.
He resisted the urge to groan in anger while father was still ranting at him.
Oh and of course, since it was a meeting that meant everyone saw him fall asleep! Even Arias! Did he snore he wondered, though it was likely no one heard it over the festivities, but what about when his father was talking? They would've heard it then.
He didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed at the thought of snoring loudly throughout his father's entire speech. Speaking of speeches, it looked like Gwyn was finally done ranting at him.
"...Do you understand me!?"
"Yes father."
"Good! Now get out of my sight!"
"Yes father."
Finally he got up out of his seat and slithered away, infuriated. Down the hall he saw Ornstein leaning on the wall having a chat with Artorias and Ciaran. He knew damn well he'd mock him for what happened but he was not in the mood whatsoever and he was not afraid to make it known.
"Oh, hey sleeping beauty!" Ornstein chuckled at him as he slithered over.
"Thou shalt SHUT thine FILTHY MOUTH thou bloody CUR. And do not DARE MOCK ME else I remove thine RANCID FUCKING JAW MYSELF. AM I CLEAR." Gwyndolin screamed at him, making very well known what the wrath of a young god of moonlight looked like.
Ornstein, who'd taken shelter along with Ciaran behind Artorias peeked out from behind him and meekly nodded.
"Hmph." With that he left the three knights and stormed off to his room.
"Geez, I figured he'd be mad but he's bloody fuming. I wonder why he's gotten so worked up." Ornstein thought aloud.
"Whatever the case, I'm glad you didn't get a chance to run your mouth, else knowing your slack jaw you'd've told him I was the one that flung Flann's dinner at him." Ciaran said.
"What's with everyone insulting my jaw today :("
"He's probably mad because that knight he's always eying up saw him snoring throughout the whole speech. Shame he has no idea that knight's seeing some posh bird." Artorias added.
"Yeah, good point." Ciaran agreed.
"Can you guys let go of me now?" Artorias groaned, looking over his shoulder and seeing his two fellow knights still clinging to his back.
Gwyndolin had one of his snakes slam his door behind him as he entered his room. Grumbling as he took off his crown and disrobed himself, he wondered what he'd do now.
He knew Arias had fallen for Gwynevere, but even then despite all that is rational thinking he still held onto small slivers of hope that one day things would change, without even realizing it, but even that almost impossibility was now completely impossible because of today. So much for a magnificent god of moonlight. Snoring, and covered in gravy, oh yes how elegant of him.
No instead maybe he'd hunt down the sorry sap that'd stained his dress. Be they knight, God, demon, hell the first fucking flame itself, he didn't care as long as they paid for making a fool out of him.
"Oh why must this happen to me" Gwyndolin sighed, just about finished getting out of his dress, when the door suddenly slammed open.
"Good lord, I-" A knight began to speak before finally noticing what he'd just done.
"AAH Wh-What insolence! G-GET OUT PERVERT!" Gwyndolin screamed, covering up his privates and tossing something at the knight. Only realizing after the knight fled that it was his crown.
Grumbling, he hastily put one of his black dresses on, not bothering with all the fancy ornaments before retrieving his crown.
Trying his best to cover up his face, he kneeled down and retrieved his crown, swiftly placing it back on his head before turning to see a trembling knight in the hallway, awaiting his punishment.
"What a disgrace! Such perversions from a knight of lords! What hast thou to say for thineself-" Gwyndolin began a big speech but stopped himself short when he took another glance at the knight.
"Wait, thou art..." Gwyndolin muttered under his breath, completely shocked.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it milord I swear! I was just in a hurry!" Arias panicked, trying desperately to explain himself.
Yeah, sorry some serious personal stuff happened once again. Why am I never allowed more than a few days to write anymore.
31/01/2025 edit: changed Arias' initial attraction from Gwyndolin to Gwynevere