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The hall was crowded with people, wanting to get either their first या सेकंड glimpse of Guinevere. There were rumors circulating around, hushed up. Some say she was a singer just like her mother and was here to take back her mothers position, others say she was here for revenge. One man कहा to another that she returned because she was rejected in other countries, and one older man near to the king कहा that she had to come घर because someone had tried to assassinate her. Fortunately for Guinevere none these were the real reason she was returning.
Perfectly timed, Guinevere waited until the tension was unbearable; everyone was gathered, speculations running through the hall getting और and और outrageous. A new song had started द्वारा the orchestra slow and dangerous, there was a steady rhythm with low notes.
The whole crowd was silent as soon as the large doors opened.
At the चोटी, शीर्ष of the stairs ahead of the door Guinevere steadily made her advance. The lighting was just right so she looked confident, sultry, and beautiful. Exquisite that आप could say any word and apply it to her. She didn’t smile, didn’t speak, just slowly walked with her eyes lowered but looking from side to side stealthily.
As she walked into the hall people parted the crowd for her to walk through to the back end of the hall. Uther stepped out and offered Guinevere his hand with Arthur, Merlin, and Guinevere’s father. She took it gratefully and a smile lit up her face. Arthur noticed how well the dress looked on her and it took a large amount of effort to lift his eyes to her face and not on the low front, when he did look up he saw Guinevere looking straight into his eyes with her head held high. She winked slyly at him and pulled one side of her dress out a little as if to दिखाना him her gratitude and recognition.
The संगीत rose to a crescendo and Guinevere swung round in a whirl quick as lightening, her dress whipped around her feet obediently like dark blue waves crashing against each other. The audience gawking as if they had never seen anyone so awe inspiring.
In a clear voice ringing out she thanked everyone for coming to celebrate her returning घर and her birthday with her; she thanked her father and the King for his hospitality and she thanked the orchestra, the servants, the cooks, the maids. She thanked everyone she could so she was gracious and looked good in everyone’s eyes. “And now, would everyone take their seats and enjoy!”
Laughter and संगीत filled the hall, people took to their places with और gossip than they had at the start of the evening, because now the audience had Guinevere to gawk at and make opinions. As a royal guest Guinevere sat at the चोटी, शीर्ष of the hall. The King sat in the centre of course, Arthur on his left hand and अगला to Arthur, Guinevere. There were two other people on the Kings side to even out the table, नीलकंठ, जय, जे and Guinevere’s father.
Arthur turned in his seat, behind him was Merlin ready with his wine jug, and behind Guinevere was the same servant he had seen her with previously. If only he could remember her name.
Guinevere leaned over to Arthur, her smell Arthur thought, was so heady, it made him want to lean in further. Guinevere’s low sensual voice broke his trance-like state, “Thank आप for the dress. I’ve never felt so confident, did आप see people’s reactions?” She wasn’t looking directly at him, but her chin was turned in his direction, and her voice was lowered so only he could hear. Arthur realized this was because so many people were still staring at her; they would probably be paying attention to her smiling and joking with the Prince.
To put some अंतरिक्ष between them Arthur motioned at Merlin with the hand nearest to Guinevere. Merlin stepped आगे with his jug of wine; he poured a generous amount into Arthur’s and another to Guinevere. Guinevere sat back and stared at the goblet, eyes drawn close together, lips parted. Arthur had a flashback to the first time he met Guinevere and she had made the exact same face at a goblet of wine –like she didn’t know if she should drink it या not. Arthur let out a giggle and tried to disguise it द्वारा coughing.
This only made it worse of course, and Guinevere immediately looked quite guilty and upset. “You do realize you’re eighteen, आप can drink. I thought Europeans drank wine all दिन long” he chuckled.
A little smile pulled at the corners of Guinevere’s colored lips, “Don’t, आप sound like नीलकंठ, जय, जे when आप say things like that. I’ve never actually tried wine before. And I’m only half European, it's not my fault my mother was foreign.”
Sounding happier again Arthur pushed the goblet nearer to her brushing her hand accidentally. Her skin was so smooth and warm, in that सेकंड he couldn’t see anything but her and imagine anything other that holding her hand.
***
Three hours later guests had started to leave. The खाना had been cleared away, the candles were running down and the tables had pushed over to the sides for dancing.
Guinevere had been dancing solidly for an घंटा with men actually waiting for their turn, this truly was (i)her(i) night.
Arthur was standing over the तालिका, टेबल laid out with beverages and decidedly downed his drink. Ignoring his फ्रेंड्स and fellow knights he walked over to where Guinevere was dancing. Just as one song was ending and another was about to begin, he waved off the अगला man who was walking over and coughed at the man who had just had his turn.
The man he coughed at was a little smaller than himself, probably about 5,7 या 5,8 feet. He had dark hair, but in all other aspects he looked mediocre, nothing particularly special, not muscular, not even a remotely good dancer. He stepped away anxiously, nodded at Guinevere and then Arthur held out his hand to Guinevere.
The संगीत stopped altogether and not only did Guinevere’s dancing partner हटाइए away to the side of the room, but so did all of the other dancers on the floor.
The संगीत started up with a quick beat with a sweeping sound to it, not suitable for a slow dance. And because of that Guinevere and Arthur were pressed close to each other, electricity running through their arms and legs, brains foggy. They were spinning round the floor with every one watching.
At first the both of them looked serious but after a while Guinevere started giggling and Arthur couldn’t help but smile too, then Guinevere started playing with the dance, दिखा रहा है off. Traveling round युरोप she bound to have learnt to dance differently and और exotically. Arthur swung her to the side and she span into the centre of the room, her स्कर्ट swirling round her feet, the rest of the dress clung to every curve. The संगीत crashed sounding like waves against the rocks, and Guinevere looked like the storm itself, elemental, destructive, beautiful and deadly. Caught up in the moment and the dance Arthur swept her up so her feet were off of the ground and other people started dancing along with them या just gawking with there mouths wide open.
That’s when they broke apart. Staring at one another but shocked.They were both breathing heavily and there was something hungry in each others eyes, like animal attraction. Arthur offered his hand out to her and they walked back into the crowd. At the drinks तालिका, टेबल Arthur unthinkingly offered Guinevere a glass of red wine to drink, then looked at the goblet outstretched in his hand and checked himself. But before Arthur could put it back onto the तालिका, टेबल Guinevere placed her hand on चोटी, शीर्ष of Arthur’s and took the goblet.
“You know, I’ve never tried wine before – not even once.”
“You’d probably enjoy it most people do”
Looking into the goblet’s depths Guinevere watched the deep colour sitting in the cup, and then testing it took a sip of the wine. The taste was like an explosion in her mouth. It was flavorsome and fruity, but left a dry ache in her throat, it seemed to vibrate through her blood.
“And?”
“It’s good, I thought it would be कड़वा and kind of addictive. I mean आप see people drunk all the time, I thought it was because whatever is in the wine.”
“Technically it is, but not in moderation.”
***
At the end of the feast night Guinevere was completely insensible. After two glasses of red wine she was drunk and her body and mind were अभिनय slow, her balance was off and she had a headache. नीलकंठ, जय, जे had seen her leaning against the दीवार trying to see straight and immediately looked at Arthur whom had his back turned to him. नीलकंठ, जय, जे strode over and grasped his forearm to get his attention.
Arthur turned, “I take it आप are responsible for that.” नीलकंठ, जय, जे pointed to Guinevere.
Arthur looked shocked. Guinevere. Was. Drunk. How? I mean, she’s only had one glass maybe two, that’s not even possible he thought. “She’s never had alcohol before, she has absolutely no tolerance, the least आप could have done was stay with her in that state.”
नीलकंठ, जय, जे was furious. Guinevere was like a sister to him. He had found her when she was younger, about 11 years old. She was staying in a camp with her guardian, Xantha. She was the most serious little thing; her blue eyes were so grave and horrified, scarred द्वारा the terrors of her childhood, she had watched her mother die and her father fall apart right in front of her. But with time he saw the life come back into her eyes, she acted और like a child and less like a ghost. She laughed. She was so pixie-like, and adorable, simply looking at her as a child आप automatically felt the uncontrollable need to protect her.
“I didn’t even know she was drunk, she took a sip of wine and went off to talk to other people. I had no idea. If I had I wouldn’t have let her keep drinking या left her on her own, and unlike you, (i)Jared(i), I’m going to help her now and not argue about it.” Arthur sneered his name, liking नीलकंठ, जय, जे less and less and jogged over to Guinevere.
She wasn’t looking so great. Her skin was grey, she was hunched over at the waist and she had her fingers pressed to the temples of her head. Arthur put an arm around her waist to support her; the दीवार didn’t look like it was doing such a good job. With the other hand he lifted her face and forced her to look up at him into his eyes. She was drunk, just as नीलकंठ, जय, जे had said. She was looking at him but not clearly; hesitantly he let go of her chin and asked her to tell him how many fingers he was holding up.
There was hardly any one left, most people had दिया up and gone to bed-it (i)was(i) half two in the morning. So looking around at who was here he felt satisfied and picked up Guinevere in his arms despite her shock and protests. Finally when she realized how helpless she really was she settled in and leaned her head against Arthur’s shoulder where he was steadier.
Even in her current state Guinevere could sense Arthur. Strong and immovable, not just in body but in mind, he was stubborn; he wasn’t going to put her down whatever she said. As she turned her head into his shoulder she breathed in his scent deeply. It was like nothing she could describe. Like Earth, and rain, sweet and musty, but that was probably the clothes. She even thought she could smell the sun on him, warm, deep, smothering.
And then she was asleep, completely blank, cradled द्वारा Arthur’s arms.
***
In the morning the air was still and stifling. Sleep was encrusted in Guinevere’s eyelashes, her skin felt taught and her stomach was churning. Slowly she turned her head from one side to another and slowly got up holding her hand to her head.
“If आप think your going to be sick go sit अगला to the window and breathe deeply.”
Without registering who was in her bedroom Guinevere stood to walk to the window, on her way she swayed a little and (i)he(i) was there at her elbow guiding her until she was seated. She sat and closed her eyes while a window was opened for her and (i)he(i) sat on the other side of the window seat. After a मिनट या two inhaling and exhaling, concentrating on the breeze, then the sound of people down in the courtyard.
When she was ready she looked straight ahead of her at (i)Arthur(i).
“Umm, did आप stay here? All night?”
“Well it was the least I could do considering it was my fault आप were drunk. And, uh, Jared let me know it. I slept in the chair.” Guinevere’s look of pure terror turned into one of guilt.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she groaned. “You’re a Prince, I should have taken the chair and आप the bed, या आप could have left me and gone to your chambers.”
Arthur started to laugh. “I couldn’t do that, आप were already passed out before I got आप here. And what if आप had woken up all alone, in the dark, being sick. या had a killer hangover this morning and had no idea why?”
“Well, when आप put it like that thank goodness my Prince is here to rescue me.”
Strange how easy it was flirting with the Prince, Guinevere thought. And he really is quite noble, not nearly as spoiled and self-righteous as she thought he would be. Like others were.
“So everyone else is recovering and won’t be doing a thing all day. How are आप feeling?” He had one leg on the window सीट and he was looking around the room at all the changes she had made.
“I feel like I’ve walked into a brick wall, my stomach is completely empty, and I have blank spots form last night.” She कहा cheerily.
“Good so you’re ready to go out. I’ll be back in twenty मिनटों with breakfast, get changed into something. It doesn’t have to be fancy.”
Guinevere looked down to see she was still wearing last nights dress, the material was all creased, she hoped that could be fixed. It was such a magical dress.
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The hall was crowded with people, wanting to get either their first या सेकंड glimpse of Guinevere. There were rumors circulating around, hushed up. Some say she was a singer just like her mother and was here to take back her mothers position, others say she was here for revenge. One man कहा to another that she returned because she was rejected in other countries, and one older man near to the king कहा that she had to come घर because someone had tried to assassinate her. Fortunately for Guinevere none these were the real reason she was returning.
Perfectly timed, Guinevere waited until the tension was unbearable; everyone was gathered, speculations running through the hall getting और and और outrageous. A new song had started द्वारा the orchestra slow and dangerous, there was a steady rhythm with low notes.
The whole crowd was silent as soon as the large doors opened.
At the चोटी, शीर्ष of the stairs ahead of the door Guinevere steadily made her advance. The lighting was just right so she looked confident, sultry, and beautiful. Exquisite that आप could say any word and apply it to her. She didn’t smile, didn’t speak, just slowly walked with her eyes lowered but looking from side to side stealthily.
As she walked into the hall people parted the crowd for her to walk through to the back end of the hall. Uther stepped out and offered Guinevere his hand with Arthur, Merlin, and Guinevere’s father. She took it gratefully and a smile lit up her face. Arthur noticed how well the dress looked on her and it took a large amount of effort to lift his eyes to her face and not on the low front, when he did look up he saw Guinevere looking straight into his eyes with her head held high. She winked slyly at him and pulled one side of her dress out a little as if to दिखाना him her gratitude and recognition.
The संगीत rose to a crescendo and Guinevere swung round in a whirl quick as lightening, her dress whipped around her feet obediently like dark blue waves crashing against each other. The audience gawking as if they had never seen anyone so awe inspiring.
In a clear voice ringing out she thanked everyone for coming to celebrate her returning घर and her birthday with her; she thanked her father and the King for his hospitality and she thanked the orchestra, the servants, the cooks, the maids. She thanked everyone she could so she was gracious and looked good in everyone’s eyes. “And now, would everyone take their seats and enjoy!”
Laughter and संगीत filled the hall, people took to their places with और gossip than they had at the start of the evening, because now the audience had Guinevere to gawk at and make opinions. As a royal guest Guinevere sat at the चोटी, शीर्ष of the hall. The King sat in the centre of course, Arthur on his left hand and अगला to Arthur, Guinevere. There were two other people on the Kings side to even out the table, नीलकंठ, जय, जे and Guinevere’s father.
Arthur turned in his seat, behind him was Merlin ready with his wine jug, and behind Guinevere was the same servant he had seen her with previously. If only he could remember her name.
Guinevere leaned over to Arthur, her smell Arthur thought, was so heady, it made him want to lean in further. Guinevere’s low sensual voice broke his trance-like state, “Thank आप for the dress. I’ve never felt so confident, did आप see people’s reactions?” She wasn’t looking directly at him, but her chin was turned in his direction, and her voice was lowered so only he could hear. Arthur realized this was because so many people were still staring at her; they would probably be paying attention to her smiling and joking with the Prince.
To put some अंतरिक्ष between them Arthur motioned at Merlin with the hand nearest to Guinevere. Merlin stepped आगे with his jug of wine; he poured a generous amount into Arthur’s and another to Guinevere. Guinevere sat back and stared at the goblet, eyes drawn close together, lips parted. Arthur had a flashback to the first time he met Guinevere and she had made the exact same face at a goblet of wine –like she didn’t know if she should drink it या not. Arthur let out a giggle and tried to disguise it द्वारा coughing.
This only made it worse of course, and Guinevere immediately looked quite guilty and upset. “You do realize you’re eighteen, आप can drink. I thought Europeans drank wine all दिन long” he chuckled.
A little smile pulled at the corners of Guinevere’s colored lips, “Don’t, आप sound like नीलकंठ, जय, जे when आप say things like that. I’ve never actually tried wine before. And I’m only half European, it's not my fault my mother was foreign.”
Sounding happier again Arthur pushed the goblet nearer to her brushing her hand accidentally. Her skin was so smooth and warm, in that सेकंड he couldn’t see anything but her and imagine anything other that holding her hand.
***
Three hours later guests had started to leave. The खाना had been cleared away, the candles were running down and the tables had pushed over to the sides for dancing.
Guinevere had been dancing solidly for an घंटा with men actually waiting for their turn, this truly was (i)her(i) night.
Arthur was standing over the तालिका, टेबल laid out with beverages and decidedly downed his drink. Ignoring his फ्रेंड्स and fellow knights he walked over to where Guinevere was dancing. Just as one song was ending and another was about to begin, he waved off the अगला man who was walking over and coughed at the man who had just had his turn.
The man he coughed at was a little smaller than himself, probably about 5,7 या 5,8 feet. He had dark hair, but in all other aspects he looked mediocre, nothing particularly special, not muscular, not even a remotely good dancer. He stepped away anxiously, nodded at Guinevere and then Arthur held out his hand to Guinevere.
The संगीत stopped altogether and not only did Guinevere’s dancing partner हटाइए away to the side of the room, but so did all of the other dancers on the floor.
The संगीत started up with a quick beat with a sweeping sound to it, not suitable for a slow dance. And because of that Guinevere and Arthur were pressed close to each other, electricity running through their arms and legs, brains foggy. They were spinning round the floor with every one watching.
At first the both of them looked serious but after a while Guinevere started giggling and Arthur couldn’t help but smile too, then Guinevere started playing with the dance, दिखा रहा है off. Traveling round युरोप she bound to have learnt to dance differently and और exotically. Arthur swung her to the side and she span into the centre of the room, her स्कर्ट swirling round her feet, the rest of the dress clung to every curve. The संगीत crashed sounding like waves against the rocks, and Guinevere looked like the storm itself, elemental, destructive, beautiful and deadly. Caught up in the moment and the dance Arthur swept her up so her feet were off of the ground and other people started dancing along with them या just gawking with there mouths wide open.
That’s when they broke apart. Staring at one another but shocked.They were both breathing heavily and there was something hungry in each others eyes, like animal attraction. Arthur offered his hand out to her and they walked back into the crowd. At the drinks तालिका, टेबल Arthur unthinkingly offered Guinevere a glass of red wine to drink, then looked at the goblet outstretched in his hand and checked himself. But before Arthur could put it back onto the तालिका, टेबल Guinevere placed her hand on चोटी, शीर्ष of Arthur’s and took the goblet.
“You know, I’ve never tried wine before – not even once.”
“You’d probably enjoy it most people do”
Looking into the goblet’s depths Guinevere watched the deep colour sitting in the cup, and then testing it took a sip of the wine. The taste was like an explosion in her mouth. It was flavorsome and fruity, but left a dry ache in her throat, it seemed to vibrate through her blood.
“And?”
“It’s good, I thought it would be कड़वा and kind of addictive. I mean आप see people drunk all the time, I thought it was because whatever is in the wine.”
“Technically it is, but not in moderation.”
***
At the end of the feast night Guinevere was completely insensible. After two glasses of red wine she was drunk and her body and mind were अभिनय slow, her balance was off and she had a headache. नीलकंठ, जय, जे had seen her leaning against the दीवार trying to see straight and immediately looked at Arthur whom had his back turned to him. नीलकंठ, जय, जे strode over and grasped his forearm to get his attention.
Arthur turned, “I take it आप are responsible for that.” नीलकंठ, जय, जे pointed to Guinevere.
Arthur looked shocked. Guinevere. Was. Drunk. How? I mean, she’s only had one glass maybe two, that’s not even possible he thought. “She’s never had alcohol before, she has absolutely no tolerance, the least आप could have done was stay with her in that state.”
नीलकंठ, जय, जे was furious. Guinevere was like a sister to him. He had found her when she was younger, about 11 years old. She was staying in a camp with her guardian, Xantha. She was the most serious little thing; her blue eyes were so grave and horrified, scarred द्वारा the terrors of her childhood, she had watched her mother die and her father fall apart right in front of her. But with time he saw the life come back into her eyes, she acted और like a child and less like a ghost. She laughed. She was so pixie-like, and adorable, simply looking at her as a child आप automatically felt the uncontrollable need to protect her.
“I didn’t even know she was drunk, she took a sip of wine and went off to talk to other people. I had no idea. If I had I wouldn’t have let her keep drinking या left her on her own, and unlike you, (i)Jared(i), I’m going to help her now and not argue about it.” Arthur sneered his name, liking नीलकंठ, जय, जे less and less and jogged over to Guinevere.
She wasn’t looking so great. Her skin was grey, she was hunched over at the waist and she had her fingers pressed to the temples of her head. Arthur put an arm around her waist to support her; the दीवार didn’t look like it was doing such a good job. With the other hand he lifted her face and forced her to look up at him into his eyes. She was drunk, just as नीलकंठ, जय, जे had said. She was looking at him but not clearly; hesitantly he let go of her chin and asked her to tell him how many fingers he was holding up.
There was hardly any one left, most people had दिया up and gone to bed-it (i)was(i) half two in the morning. So looking around at who was here he felt satisfied and picked up Guinevere in his arms despite her shock and protests. Finally when she realized how helpless she really was she settled in and leaned her head against Arthur’s shoulder where he was steadier.
Even in her current state Guinevere could sense Arthur. Strong and immovable, not just in body but in mind, he was stubborn; he wasn’t going to put her down whatever she said. As she turned her head into his shoulder she breathed in his scent deeply. It was like nothing she could describe. Like Earth, and rain, sweet and musty, but that was probably the clothes. She even thought she could smell the sun on him, warm, deep, smothering.
And then she was asleep, completely blank, cradled द्वारा Arthur’s arms.
***
In the morning the air was still and stifling. Sleep was encrusted in Guinevere’s eyelashes, her skin felt taught and her stomach was churning. Slowly she turned her head from one side to another and slowly got up holding her hand to her head.
“If आप think your going to be sick go sit अगला to the window and breathe deeply.”
Without registering who was in her bedroom Guinevere stood to walk to the window, on her way she swayed a little and (i)he(i) was there at her elbow guiding her until she was seated. She sat and closed her eyes while a window was opened for her and (i)he(i) sat on the other side of the window seat. After a मिनट या two inhaling and exhaling, concentrating on the breeze, then the sound of people down in the courtyard.
When she was ready she looked straight ahead of her at (i)Arthur(i).
“Umm, did आप stay here? All night?”
“Well it was the least I could do considering it was my fault आप were drunk. And, uh, Jared let me know it. I slept in the chair.” Guinevere’s look of pure terror turned into one of guilt.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she groaned. “You’re a Prince, I should have taken the chair and आप the bed, या आप could have left me and gone to your chambers.”
Arthur started to laugh. “I couldn’t do that, आप were already passed out before I got आप here. And what if आप had woken up all alone, in the dark, being sick. या had a killer hangover this morning and had no idea why?”
“Well, when आप put it like that thank goodness my Prince is here to rescue me.”
Strange how easy it was flirting with the Prince, Guinevere thought. And he really is quite noble, not nearly as spoiled and self-righteous as she thought he would be. Like others were.
“So everyone else is recovering and won’t be doing a thing all day. How are आप feeling?” He had one leg on the window सीट and he was looking around the room at all the changes she had made.
“I feel like I’ve walked into a brick wall, my stomach is completely empty, and I have blank spots form last night.” She कहा cheerily.
“Good so you’re ready to go out. I’ll be back in twenty मिनटों with breakfast, get changed into something. It doesn’t have to be fancy.”
Guinevere looked down to see she was still wearing last nights dress, the material was all creased, she hoped that could be fixed. It was such a magical dress.
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