Why hate on Gwen/Queen Guinevere?

Part 5: link


    Arthur blinks his eyes open and looks at the clock on the bedside table. 11:15 p.m. He looks down at Gwen’s sleeping form in his arms. So sweet. So wonderful.
    I could stay here all night and the rest of my life. They fell asleep just over an Stunde ago, blissfully spent after a rather strenuous day.
    Bugger. Iggy. Bloody cat. I have to go home, oder he’ll have my place a big mess. He looks longingly down at Gwen again, and his herz hurts, wanting to stay. I don’t want her to think I’m taking off, never to...

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    Arthur plunges his head under the warm spray of the shower, thoroughly rinsing the remains of the shaving cream and bits of hair down the tub drain. Gwen stands back slightly, just watching the water run in rivulets down his body, chasing through the lines of his muscled torso, shimmering against the dragon on his shoulder.
    “Come here, you,” he growls seductively, reaching for her, pulling her into the warmth of his arms and the water. “You’re so cold! I’m sorry, I’m hogging the water.”
    “I’m...