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Theme: Back to the future
The prompt was: Merlin the wizard accidentally sends King Arthur (who is in FULL BATTLE GEAR) to the present day. He ends up in Gwen De Vere's posh apartment. Of course Modern!Gwen has no idea who he is and thinks he's some kind of a pervert while on the other hand Arthur sees her as his wife Queen Guinevere Pendragon.
Voting closes Wednesday, March 9, 2011 @ 11:59 PM Eastern Standard Time (World Clock)
#1. All Roads Lead To You (PG-13, 1055 words)
The weight of the small, automatic pistol in her hand was comforting. True, it was designed more for style than use, but Gwen was comforted by its presence all the same.
“Leave at once or I’m calling the police.”
The stranger advanced with an eerily charming smile, quite unbothered by her obvious and deadly armament. “The training is a great success,” he spoke cheerfully. “I’m really rather pleased by our new recruits this year, but that idiot Merlin was practicing one of his idiotic tricks again, and you know how he is, Guinevere, always-”
“It’s Gwen.” The correction fell automatically from her lips.
“It’s Guinevere,” the man riposted stubbornly. “I’ve never in my life called you ‘Gwen’.”
“You’ve never in your life called me anything. Now please leave-and don’t take one more step forward!”
A crestfallen look appeared on his face, which for some unknown reasons tugged painfully at her heart. “What did I do?”
“You, sir, are trespassing.”
For the first time since his upsetting appearance, the trespasser seemed to be aware of his surroundings. He looked around with the guarded wonder of a confused child. “True, I’ve never seen this room before in my life. I suppose there are a few corners of the castle still unknown to me. Where exactly is this place, by the way?”
Gwen felt her head beginning to spin. “Just leave. Please.”
“But Guinevere-”
“It’s Gwen.”
“Indeed, Guinevere,” he persisted, the stubborn emphasis cloaked by a faintly mischievous tone, “as difficult as it is for me to admit, I know I have been less than a perfect husband-”
“What husband.”
“-but only if you tell me what I did wrong, then I will do my best to make it up to you.”
“Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “Your presence here is wrong. Your admitting to be my husband is wrong, because I am not married and will never marry a man who sneaks into my bedroom at three in the morning wearing that... that obnoxious, ridiculous getup from god-knows-where!”
“You sewed this tunic for me!”
“I don’t even know how to sew!” By now, her voice had reached that hysterical height which she normally would only associate with bad actresses in bad horror movies. “Just tell me from which mental institution you came from!”
His voice followed her rising tone. “You know as well as I do that I was training our new soldiers at the Northern Borders! It's Merlin's fault that I'm here now!”
“And where is that place, to be precise?” Gwen reached for her i-Phone and opened a web browser. With luck, there would be a list of mental institutions located nearby and one of them would boast a name which might constitute as ‘northern borders’ to a less-than-stable mind. And if it occurred to her that she should have been calling the police instead of pursuing this circuitous, possibly harmful course of action, then the idea immediately fell dead at the anxious but earnest look on his face.
“You really are angry at me, Guinevere?”
“It’s Gwen!”
“Yes, Gwen!” He was panicked now-a very good sign. “I’ll call you by whatever name you like, but please forgive me.”
“I forgive you. Now leave.”
He stared at her in horror. “Surely you are not serious.”
“Or I’ll scream.”
This particular threat seemed to produce some very desirable effects-at long last. He grimaced and retreated a few steps. “Fine, if that is your wish. We will talk again in the morning once we have calmed down a bit.”
“We will do no such thing,” Gwen stated coldly.
The stranger stared at her, wide-eyed with shock. While it was well within her right to use whatever word necessary in order to evict a possible stalker and confirmed lunatic from her own bedroom, Gwen still felt like she had just kicked a lost puppy. “So you…” he spoke quietly, almost sadly, “you don’t love me anymore? Is this because I am the king of Camelot?”
“You’re crazy,” she nearly sobbed. Or screamed. Or both.
“I know that sometimes I do things which are unwise, but Guinevere-Gwen, I love you with all my heart.” He looked away uncomfortably, cheeks flaming. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
I don’t even know you, she would have pointed out in a final, desperate attempt to be logical, but the words never passed her lips. “You showed me who I really was,” he continued and his earnest gaze left her mute, her breath caught in her throat. “What I could be. You made me what I am today.”
Then he disappeared.
Gwen stared at the exact spot where the man had been standing but one second ago; the only trace left of him was a trail of mud staining her light beige carpet. A half-strangled sound which might have been a mangled, miserable echo of laughter left her throat and she sank to her feet, suddenly exhausted. The whirlwind of emotions which had wreaked such havoc inside her had gone, leaving her empty.
Four hours later, in the light of dawn, Gwen came to a decision that it had all been a nightmare. A strange one, but a nightmare nonetheless. Any other explanation would have sounded absurd, not to mention considerably more stupid.
Little did she know that later that day, she would accompany her father to a business dinner with a fellow magnate and business associate, and she would meet him again, that impudent stranger with golden hair and expressive blue eyes-except this time he would be dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and armed with a most reasonable manner.
“Arthur Pendragon,” he would introduce himself, and she would accept his offered hand, oblivious to the furtive glances from their fathers.
“Gwen,” she would answer, and then add, “or Guinevere if you like.”
And thus it began, the great tale of their time.
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Meanwhile, Queen Guinevere of Camelot was surprised to find her bedroom one morning decorated by wreaths of flowers from four corners of the kingdom-a present from her absent king.
I wonder what I said this time, was her first, bewildered thought, and yet there was no helping the warmth which had suddenly spread inside her and bloomed into a smile on her lips. Oh Arthur.
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#2. A Most Peculiar Messenger (PG, 1967 words)
Camelot
“Oh no,” Gaius said, “I know that look. Merlin what have you done?”
“Nothing,” he lied. Gaius raised an eyebrow skeptically. Merlin cleared his throat. “Well, something went wrong…with Arthur.”
“Merlin, what did you do now?”
“Arthur’s gone.”
“Gone where?”
“Umm,” he said tilting his head. “It’s not so much where, but rather when.”
“When? When, Merlin!”
“Precisely,” he said slapping his open hands on either side of his giant book of spells.
London
“I’m going to kill him,” Arthur shouted looking around the bizarre chambers that he found himself in.
He heard the singing coming from inside the adjoining room. His hand went for his sword in an instant. He took a step towards the sound and then froze. His heavy footstep clanged against the smooth wooden floors of the strange environment. In retrospect, he thought, it may have been better to wear a fancy tunic instead of his full suit of armor. The singing didn’t stop so he continued moving. Creeping close to the door as quietly as one could - given the circumstances - he peered inside the smaller room to find the source of the pretty notes.
Arthur’s face turned beet red at the sight. The woman stood naked behind a steamy glass door and while he couldn’t make out the details, it was enough to remind him to run Merlin through with his sword as soon as he was out of this predicament.
He spun away and was immediately confronted by the image of Guinevere, except it couldn’t be. She was in some sort of miniature painting and riding a horse on a beach in what he concluded was an indecent amount of clothing. He gawked at the familiar face in the odd setting and only broke the gaze when a loud, terrified shriek pierced his eardrums.
Camelot
“So, Arthur’s where?” Leon asked after Elyan asked the identical question moments before.
“I don’t know, exactly,” Merlin told him. All the knights of Arthur’s round table stared back at him questioning, confused and befuddled.
“But, he’s not here?” Lancelot asked next.
“Well, he’s not here now, but…he could be here…just not now, now.”
They all looked at him with glazed eyes.
“So,” Gwaine said, “which one of you will be telling the bride?”
London
“What are you doing in my apartment?” she shouted. Gwen was standing in her bedroom, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair. “Arthur! Answer me.” Gwen looked on as the man stood before her dressed in metal with a gold crown around his head. “And why the hell are you dressed like the bloody King?”
“Because I am,” he answered.
“I’m calling the police,” she said putting on her robe. “How did you even know where I lived? You know what…don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I just want you gone,” she said holding the receiver and pointing it at him as if it were a weapon. “Leave,” she shouted.
“I can’t.”
“Why the hell not? You found the door once before.”
“Listen, Guinevere.”
“Guinevere? Oh, you are such an arse. It’s Gwen. Gwen De Vere. I’ve only worked for your family for four years.”
He chuckled.
“Just what the hell is so funny? I’m certain the last thing that you or your father would want is to wake up tomorrow morning, open the paper and see the words: Pervert Billionaire Heir Found Spying on Unsuspected Woman plastered all over pictures of your face. Don’t make me the call the police, Arthur. I will do it. I don’t care if it costs me my job.”
“Guinevere…I mean Gwen…,” he started over, “…this is going to sound very strange, but please, let me explain.”
Camelot
“Merlin! We’re supposed to be married today.”
“I know and I’m working on that.”
“How exactly?”
“I’m working on that too,” he said fidgeting.
“Merlin!”
“Gwen.” He took the soon-to-be queen’s shoulders with his hands. “I know this isn’t easy, but you have to trust me. I’ll have him back to you and you’ll be married today. I promise.”
London
“I can’t believe men have created such things,” he said wondrously gaping at the images flashing on the flat screen TV.
Gwen’s chin rested in her palms, elbows on her knees as she sat watching him move about her flat in utter bemusement.
She wasn’t certain what was more ridiculous: a legendary King that reigned over England was in her home playing with the TV remote, the fact that he bore a striking resemblance to her boss’s son or that he’d convinced her that he was the fabled - well, once fabled - King Arthur of Camelot, who had been magically transported in time to her flat by his “incompetent” sorcerer Merlin on the day of his wedding to her, or someone who looked like her, hundreds of years ago in the past.
“Yeah, well be thankful you weren’t around for the plague. Not so fun,” she said shaking her head.
“The plague? What was that?” he asked and sat down inches before her.
His eyes were wide and bright. She straightened, uncomfortable with his easiness around her. “It was an awful disease. Loads of people died. It was a very bad time.”
“Oh,” he said. “That happened once in my time, except…”
“Except what?”
He hesitated before saying, “Except it was my father that was the disease.”
“Oh,” Gwen said raising her brows and feeling a little sad for him.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, things will be different now. I’m the king,” he boasted to her.
“I’m sure,” she answered sarcastically and rolled her eyes. He didn’t notice.
“So, why won’t you give this Arthur fellow a shot?” he asked.
She scoffed. “I’m not taking dating advice from you.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, you’ve been dead for a millenia and things are different in the world now.”
“True love never changes,” he tossed out.
She glared at his profundity. “He’s not like you. He’s not chivalrous….willing to face a dragon to save a kingdom or rescue his crush from bandits.”
“How do you even know that? You said you didn’t even give him a chance.”
Gwen was getting even more annoyed with him. “You don’t know him. He’s an enormous prat. And he pouts, all the time. It’s insufferably adorable,” she babbled then took a breath and sighed. “You’re not like that.”
“Well,” he said with a boyish grin, “I wasn’t always like this.”
“No, your majesty?” she taunted.
He recognized the mockery then. “No, but…,” he said raising a pointed finger, “…I had help.”
“Really.”
“Yes, really,” he counter-mocked. “I had great friends, loyal knights and the support of the woman I love, all of which made me the great king that I am or will be or that I was…in your time.”
Gwen’s face puzzled at his ramblings. “You’re certain Guinevere’s going to marry you?”
“Hey, you’re the future. I’m the past. I think you know the answer,” he said cocky and relaxing his back into the comfy sofa.
“Fair enough, but the legend also said that your magician-”
“Sorcerer,” he corrected.
She smirked back at him. “Sorcerer. Yes, well, legend had it that he was awesome and the greatest…sorcerer...,” Arthur smiled at her used of the word, “…that history has ever known. So tell me, if he’s so great and so powerful. Why are you here and more importantly, why are you still here?”
Camelot
“I’ve found it,” Merlin exclaimed. The knights, the queen and the court’s physician would have been more relieved and excited had it not been the fourth time Merlin made such a declaration in the last hour. They stared at him unimpressed and with little hope. “I mean it,” he whined, “this time,” he finished whispering.
London
“Time has a way of inflating things. Tales are told and retold and some things are added and some things are left out,” Arthur explained earnestly.
“So, he wasn’t the greatest sorcerer of all time?”
“Well that depends.”
“On?”
“On whether there were any other great sorcerers in history. Do you know any others?”
Again, his logic proved stronger than she would have anticipated for man of yore and on top of that, she couldn’t think of any other great sorcerer at the moment. “This is ridiculous. I can’t babysit you until your Merlin figures out how to get here and take you back to your time.”
Before she was even finish, a loud crash and a manic wind whipped around her living room, tossing some of her books and magazines to the floor. When it was over, she heard an unfamiliar voice.
“Arthur!”
“Merlin,” the king shouted.
The two men ran to each other and embraced tightly. Gwen rolled her eyes thinking only the proper soundtrack and slow motion was missing. “Are you two done?”
The pair of blue eyes snapped around to see her standing with her hands on her hips, nonplussed.
“Gwen?” Merlin asked Arthur.
“It’s a long story,” he answered.
Merlin grinned at her, amazed.
“I hope you know how to get back. To your time, I mean,” she said to the warlock.
“I do,” he answered somewhat defensively. “I’m almost sure I do.”
Merlin’s eyes began to trace the modern flat. Gwen recognized the same childlike wonder developing within him that had struck Arthur earlier. “Don’t do that,” she scolded him. “You might disturb the space, time continuum or something.”
“What? Just by looking at it. I hardly think that would be the case,” Merlin said shaking his head back and forth confidently.
“Hey, I’m the future. I might know better and you’re the one who sent him here…in error, in the first place.”
Merlin looked to Arthur who shrugged in the agreement with the woman.
“Maybe we should go now.”
“Yeah,” Arthur agreed. “Oh, one more thing,” he said to his friend and then went to Gwen. “Lady Gwen De Vere,” he started, “thank you for hosting me while I was waiting for my sort of great magician to find me. I appreciate all your kindness.”
“How could I refuse the once and future king?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said. “It’s another long story.”
He smiled. “Right. Well, then. Thank you again and one last thing, my Guinevere is…” His eyes wandered off and a silly smile overtook his features. Gwen cleared her throat. “Yes, my Gwen, well, she’s great. And she’s a lot like you and I don’t know this Arthur, but I’m sure if you think about it, he’s really not all that bad. It wasn’t easy for me to express my feelings for my Gwen, at first, but for some insane reason, she gave me a second chance. And I’m eternally grateful to her for that. I hope you would reconsider and give your Arthur one too.”
Gwen regarded the stranger’s words. “I won’t make any promises.”
“Well,” he said smiling, “there’s always hope.”
Camelot
“Arthur!” A more than relieved Guinevere shouted and allowed her soon-to-be husband to scoop her into his arms.
“I told you I would fix it,” Merlin said to Gaius’ ear.
“It is truly a wonder you’ve survived this long,” his mentor said.
They laughed and followed behind the royal couple as they walked towards the great hall where they were to be married, if not a little late.
London
Gwen spotted his blonde hair right away. “Arthur,” she said.
“Gwen,” he blurted out spilling his coffee and dribbling the warm liquid down his chin.
His hand went clumsily to his mouth to capture the messy drops. She offered him help, grabbing a napkin and quickly wiping the coffee from his fingers and face.
Giggling, she asked, “Do you mind if I join you?”
“Yes,” he spat out quickly. “I mean, no. No, please, sit,” he said smiling and red from embarrassment.
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#3. Hidden Away (PG, 1977 words)
“Sire, you need to take cover!” Merlin shouted at his master.
“NO! They took Guinevere and I have to get her back!” Arthur protested running towards the army.
“Sire, if you go out there, you will die! Gwen can take care of herself, get inside!” Merlin argued pulling him back into the castle.
Arthur was limp against him as he dragged him down the corridors and finally barricading him up in his chambers.
“We are under attack, I cannot just sit here and let them take over Camelot and take my wife from me,” Arthur growled into his hands as he collapsed onto his bed.
“Gwen will be alright, they are retreating for now, I think they plan to use her now for leverage,” Merlin explained.
Arthur wiped a hand over his forehead in deep thought. And then he grinned.
“Send me to her, Merlin it will be the perfect sneak attack. If you use your magic to send me to her, it will throw them off guard and I will be able to bring her back to safety here.”
Merlin looked at him with crazed eyes and then sighed, he knew there would be no arguing this plan against him now.
“Alright, step back. When you need to come back, say the word ‘Dragon’. Let me see if I can get this right,” Merlin grumbled.
Arthur took a step back and took a deep breath. Merlin held out his hands towards him and muttered incoherent words and Arthur felt a rush of wind around him. Suddenly his chambers began to fade away around him and darkness took over and the rushing wind started to subside.
Once the wind was gone, Arthur let his eyes adjust and he found himself standing in a dark room, but through the windows were bright lights. He went to the window and saw tall metal structures and strange noises coming from outside. He stepped back amazed and scared. Where was he?
He looked around the strange room and noticed it was someone’s chambers, there was a large bed on the farthest wall where a small child was laying, looked like it was asleep. He noticed a door nearby and he went to open it for an escape and found it just to be a closet. He turned around and nearly yelped at what he saw.
“Don’t move or I will hurt you and then call for my father and brother,” the child said. The child was a little girl, not much older than probably 7 and was holding a long stick in an odd shape. She had a wild mess of curls and bright brown eyes that were narrowed at him in a threatening glare, well as threatening as a child could look.
“What is that?” He asked her pointing at the stick.
“It’s my brother’s baseball bat, I keep it in my room to keep the monsters away from my closet,” she answered.
“Ah, well, there seems to be a mistake, I’m looking for my Guinevere, so if you could just put that-“
“I’m Gwen DeVere, I’m certainly not yours!”
“Excuse me?” Arthur asked shocked and he knelt down to look at her more closely and he gasped at what he saw. It was his wife, as a child looking back at him.
Suddenly she wacked him in the side with her heavy bat and Arthur fell on the ground gasping for breath.
“Don’t get too close,” Gwen threatened.
“You got some arm on you, some things never change,” Arthur groaned.
“What are you talking about?” Gwen asked puzzled.
“I know you, in the future, you’re my wife,” Arthur said.
Little Gwen’s eyes went wide and she dropped the baseball bat on him and screamed.
“DADDY! ELYAN!!” She shouted.
“Oh damn it,” Arthur feared their wrath, “Dragon,” He muttered.
He felt the rushing wind around him again and then arrived on his floor.
“You weren’t gone that long,” Merlin commented.
“You sent me to the wrong place!” Arthur complained.
“Are you alright?” Merlin asked looking at Arthur holding his side.
“No, young Gwen decided to beat me with a baseball bat!”
“A what?”
“A very large and heavy club,” Arthur groaned getting up.
“Alright, let’s try that again.”
“Make sure you get your time and place right, where you sent me before was very, very different,” Arthur said and Merlin nodded his head and tried again.
Arthur felt the wind rushing again and saw his chambers disappear. Once the wind had subsided, he had ended up in the same room as before, but it was daytime out. Arthur groaned and shook his head. Typical Merlin.
He looked out the windows and was even more amazed by the tall metal and stone structures in the daylight. They were taller than the tallest tower in Camelot. He looked around the room and had noticed it had changed quite a bit. The lavender walls were now covered in posters of a strange group of women called “The Spice Girls”, some half clothed men, and some unique art work.
There was music was blaring from a small little silver box on the desk in one corner. The floor was cluttered with different items of clothing, some that looked like they weren’t even clothing at all but small pieces of fabric.
He picked one up and looked at it. It was bright purple and was in an odd t-shape. He thought it was a child’s slingshot, much like he used to pester Morgana with, but he couldn’t figure out how it worked.
“Tell Lance I’ll be down in a moment, I need to fix my…” An older Gwen walked into the room and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Arthur standing in the middle of her room, holding one of her thongs.
“You?” She said shocked.
“You got older,” Arthur commented in a high pitch voice, his gaze drifting down to her very low cut top letting her breasts peek out and her even shorter cut skirt, exposing her luscious legs which were clad in brown knee high boots. She looked about 22 and it was no doubt that this was his Guinevere, except in very revealing clothing.
“What are you doing holding my knickers?!” She screeched and grabbing them out of his hand.
“You’re what?!”
“My underwear!” She shouted throwing them into a basket in the corner.
Arthur blushed twenty different shades of red at that.
“How is that underwear? They could barely cover anything? And how is that appropriate clothes to wear out? And where the hell am I?!”
Gwen looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a very confused expression on her face.
“You are such a pervert,” She said pushing past him going to her vanity and fixing the curls piled on her head.
“Look if your one of Elyan’s friends-“
“Wait! Elyan’s here?”
“Yes of course. Anyways if you’re being a total ass and dressing up as the knight who came into my room as a child, you had your fun now. So take your video camera and go.”
“My what?” Arthur asked confused.
Gwen just glared back at him through her mirror.
“Don’t be an idiot, the video camera, that’s taping this whole conversation right now. It wouldn’t be the first time Elyan has pulled something like this. He put Gwaine up to it a year ago.”
“Gwaine’s here too?!” Arthur asked relieved.
“Not now, no. What is your deal? You can drop the knight bit now,” Gwen said frustrated.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, I have no idea where I am! I am the King of Camelot and you are my wife and we need to get out of here and get you some real clothes,” Arthur said grabbing her hand and pulling her up from her chair.
“What?!”
“Some sort of sorcery has been used against us and sent you to this strange world and we need to get back to Camelot.”
“Look I just graduated from Camelot, Sir Knight, and I have no intention of going back. You are in London, England it’s the year 2011. I have a date tonight and need to get going. Now let go of me,” Gwen protested ripping her hand from his grip.
“It’s 2011?!” Arthur asked shocked.
“Yes,” She groaned exasperated.
“Graduated? A Date? What are these things? And my name is Arthur, you know that Guinevere.”
“Would you please not call me by my full name, it’s just Gwen, when people call me by my full name like that I feel like I’m in trouble. And graduated means I have finished school and a date means…wait you said your name was Arthur?”
“Yes, you remember,” he said taking her face in his hands.
“Ah, no…”Gwen said taking his hands away from her face, “But I do remember you coming into my room when I was a child, but we can talk about this later. I am going out with Lance and he’s been waiting ever so patiently downstairs.”
“Gwen, Lance is waiting!” Elyan called from downstairs.
“I’ll be there in a moment!”
“Maybe this will help you remember me,” Arthur said and he pulled her up into his arms and kissed her.
Before the kiss could become more than a peck, Gwen pushed him away and slapped him.
She then stormed out grabbing a bag on her way out and slammed her bedroom door shut.
Arthur collapsed on her bed and sighed. He had to wait for her to come back and convince her who he was and that she was his wife.
Suddenly her door flew open and she came back in.
“If you weren’t real and just a figment of my dreams as a child, you wouldn’t have been able to kiss me. So, you must be real. And I’m trying to process this whole situation of a medieval knight, claiming he’s King Arthur-“
“I am! And you’re my Queen Guinevere!”
“I KNOW! AND IT’S GWEN!”
“Gwen are you alright?” Lance called and Gwen quickly shut her bedroom door.
“I’m not feeling to well Lance, I’m sorry,” Gwen complained through the door.
Arthur recognized the voice and pulled out his sword, Lancelot was trying to steal his Guinevere way from him. Gwen looked at him with wide eyes and motioned for him to put the sword away.
“You really do believe you are King Arthur, and I’m Queen Guinevere. And you think that is Sir Lancelot?”
“Of course it is! I know his voice anywhere! You are Queen Guinevere, I just have to prove it to you.”
With that he crossed the room and pulled her against him roughly and kissed her hard and fast on the mouth. His kiss was heated and passionate, almost as if it was their first and last kiss. Gwen was shocked but then gave into the kiss, it felt so good and so right.
When he finally pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes to see if there was any recognition. Only thing that he saw in her eyes was passion and love.
“No one is ever going to believe that I just got kissed by Arthur Pendragon,” Gwen commented smiling up at him.
That’s when the rushing began and Gwen started to disappear from his arms and the room disappeared.
“NO!” Arthur shouted and then he found himself in his chambers.
He blinked surprised to see Guinevere standing in his arms.
“What?” Arthur asked confused.
“You saved me,” She smiled up at him.
“How?”
“Let’s just say, they have an old friend on our enemies side and she tried to place me somewhere where you would never find me. I was trapped in a life that wasn’t mine and you saved me.
“Thank you,” Guinevere said and she kissed him lightly on the lips, happy to be back where she belonged.
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