When Arthur reached his rooms he was in a foul mood. He slammed the doors and ran his hands through his hair. Merlin was doing something oder other in his chambers-he was past caring. Right now, he was mad.
“What, uh, what’s going on?” Merlin stuttered, unsure of whether he should even try to ask oder whether he should run as if his life depended on it.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter; I nearly Lost a fight to a stranger. It’s not right, I was just so mad, so, so…” Arthur ranted, pacing. Slowly his anger subsided as he thought about why he fought so hard. He couldn’t fathom a reason. But it was personal somehow, challenging.
“Would Du like me to distract you, tell Du what everyone’s talking about in the castle?” Merlin asked timidly.
“Yes” Arthur replied curtly. He didn’t really want to listen to idle gossip, but listening to Merlin blather on about something mind numbing would help.
“Well you’ll never guess. The King saw Guinevere getting ready to leave for the inn, he didn’t even know she was here!” Arthur pulled his hands down to his sides, stopped pacing and stared at Merlin with his mouth open. “Anyway, he went up to her and sagte that she couldn’t possibly leave. He wouldn’t have it. He’s invited her and Jared (Jay) to stay here, in the rooms they’ve already settled in, for the Weiter two weeks. There’s going to be a feast in a couple of days especially to welcome Guinevere back to Camelot. I wonder if we could call her Gwen instead of Guinevere.” Merlin added, his eyebrows raised and looking off to the side.
Arthur composed himself long enough to know that he would definitely not call her Gwen. Guinevere was such a beautiful name, and whenever he heard the name Gwen he would always think of another. With skin like mocha, black curly hair and a mind that challenges you. But that wouldn’t be, for so many reasons.
***
At abendessen there were a few Mehr people than just Arthur and his father. It was very welcome and much less formal. The prince and the King were at opposite ends heading the table. Then Weiter to Uther on his right hand sat Sir Karne, and on Arthur’s right hand sat Jay, also on Arthur’s left hand sat one of his knights who was mainly there in case a fight broke out between Arthur and Jay. And sitting on Uther’s left hand was Guinevere.
Looking like the moon and the sun all at once.
She had changed form the blue velvet dress to one made of layers of chiffon and other sheer fabrics. The colours were all sort of greys and silvers from darkest to lightest. The dress mainly consisted of a corseted mieder and a long rock with a small train. The ribbons on the back of the corset were silver tinged with the grayest of blues that matched the speckles in her blue eyes. The ribbons fell down all the way from her waist to the floor, entangling and lying on the train, looking like waves against a stormy sea.
There was a type of silver beaded layer of fabric that started where the mieder stopped and covered her arms and chest like starlight.
The neckline was straight so her hair was worn up with a few strands of Gold curling round the side of her face so as to frame it. That hair would always look like rays of sun.
She looked regal and very serious, the grey made her look serene despite the warmth in her face and the consistent smiles she gave out to everyone sitting at the table.
Arthur only wished that Guinevere were sitting on his right hand instead of Jay. He thought his name with contempt even though he still couldn’t work out why he disliked Jay.
All night Arthur didn’t get to speak to Guinevere but she continued to make witty conversation with his father and her own. Every couple of Minuten he would hear laughter oder see a look about her that showed she was entertaining them.
***
After abendessen the gathering went to the royal apartments for beverages. Arthur went as far as the apartments and then went over to Guinevere and escorted her back to her chambers. She turned to everyone in the room, made her apologies and sagte goodnight.
Arthur followed her out and once in the corridor Guinevere started giggling. One hand fluttered Von her waist and she looked up at Arthur, “I thought I was never going to escape.”
Arthur smiled a little bit wondrously down at her. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy tonight, but my father’s a bore and I really can’t explain to Du the pain of sitting in a corset for 3 hours.” She sagte a little breathlessly.
Arthur scoffed, but he would take her word for it. He walked her up to her door, and he couldn’t think of a thing to say. No jokes, witty banter. But there was something he had been wondering for quite a while, “Why did Du come back here. I look over at Du sometimes and Du look as if you’re somewhere else. You’ve been so far and yet, come back to Camelot. Du even told my father how rural Du thought Camelot in comparison.”
Guinevere grimaced in remembrance. She also remembered saying that and Uther’s response. “It wasn’t completely my decision. I … had to. I have to come back here for my eighteenth birthday to ‘claim Von birthright’. I also felt guilty that I haven’t been to visit my father in so long. And eichelhäher, jay wanted to see my birth home.” Brilliant, eichelhäher, jay again, the man’s name made Arthur want to swear. “Thank Du for walking me back. I’ll see Du tommorow?” The last Frage sounded Mehr like a question.
Arthur hadn’t completely realized but after they had stopped walking they had moved closer to each other, gravitated nearer. Guinevere was so close if he reached out he could take her hand, he could feel the heat of her body rolling off in waves. Arthur swallowed and replied, “Yes, you’ll see me tommorow.”
The fact that she was going to be eighteen in the Weiter couple of weeks kept bouncing round his head. He was so wrong thinking she was a child before. When even now talking to her he knew how completely mature she was.
She wasn’t even that much younger than she was-four oder five years at the most. He couldn’t remember Guinevere in Camelot, he worked out that if he were five years older than her he would have been about 13 when she left. He could just remember her mother he thought.
***
Guinevere woke up late again in her new room. She was woken Von the sounds of people outside her window. It was so warm, she couldn’t bär to have it shut in the night-it was too uncomfortable.
Strange how Guinevere was already thinking of it as her room, she had only slept in it for two nights. But as she was going to be staying here for Mehr than two weeks she had already started bringing her belongings over from the inn to the castle. She didn’t have much as she was always traveling. All of her real belongings were in her Home in France.
But on her bedside tabelle she had a small vase made of Venetian glass in a pretty ente egg blue, and underneath it a kreis of spitze form the same island. eichelhäher, jay had bought these for her a few years ago. There weren’t any Blumen in the vase yet; she didn’t know where to get them. She had so much to do today she just added it to her list.
Her clothes where in a kirsche wood trunk, with a gilt fleur de lis symbol engraved on it. She also had a kofferraum, stamm of books, and a few boxes that contained jewellery, Musik sheets, crystals and candles. She would rummage through the boxes later and find temporary homes for everything.
This morning she didn’t lie in bett where she was, she was restless. And before even opening her eyes she knew what a state she would look. She could tell front the way she was laying that her hair would be all over the place, her eyes were thick with sleep and it had been so hot last night she would defiantly need a bath. Of course she would need to find the box of toiletries first.
She sat up and Isolde knocked on the door in the same manner as before. She didn’t wait for a reply but came straight in; smiling when she saw Guinevere was awake. She had a teapot and a plate of Obst that were all different shades of red.
She would ask Isolde where the best place to buy Blumen was and where she could take a bath.
As it happens Isolde already had it planned out; a tub was going to be brought up in about an Stunde which gave them plenty of time to break their fast, find the toiletries and Bewegen the screen around so she could have some privacy. Plus they would have to go through all of the boxes to get out clothes to wear.
***
As Guinevere lifted herself into the hot liquid bath she could feel all of her stress and anxieties melt away.
She had filled the water with lavender oil and bubble bath, sprinkled in some assorted dried petals and used chamomile hair shampoo which made her hair shine and brought out her natural highlights. She put a warm flannel over her face, which was soaked in some sort of rose water and various other ingredients, which stint wonderful and gave her skin a sort of dewy glow.
After soaking for half an Stunde she rinsed herself off and got dried behind the privacy of the screen. It was a beautiful screen made of the same kirsche wood as the other furniture in her room and panels of azure blue silk painted with patterns of a winding baum blossoming.
She wore a dark green dress with a kapuze, kutte neck. It was unfitted and long, but her waist was cinched Von a type of makeshift gürtel of cord in the same colour. It was a dress she could Bewegen boxes in and still feel beautiful in. There were no sleeves to it too, which was a definite plus for heavy lifting.
***
At the end of the Tag Guinevere felt Mehr at Home than she had in the last four years. She had moved all of her Bücher into a cabinet on the left side of the room, and arranged them in alphabetical order. Her clothes were hung up in her wardrobe and shoes and the like in the draws underneath.
On one dresser Weiter to the door she had put a ring of white candles and a little jewellery box with an oil painting on the lid. The colours of the painting had always reminded her of Greece where the sea was a brilliant turquoise that crashed against the white of the beaches. At the opposite end of the tabelle was another kreis of candles this time purple.
She had circles of candles dotted all over the place. Each with a certain colour oder scent.
On the dresser Weiter to her bett she had jewellery and hairpieces in each of the trays, and some of her precious crystals. Lined along the length of the dresser were little bottles of perfumes and oils, and in the centre a little bowl of potpourri.
Isolde had taken her to a market where she had bought a new rug for the room that was a pure cream colour that melted underneath bare feet. She had changed the kissen covers on the window sitz to match the bett sheets and vases dotted around that were a duck-egg blue shade, and on oben, nach oben of her bett was a cashmere throw she couldn’t remember from where she got it.
She had gone a bit wild with Blumen when she had gone to the market too! In the vase on her bedside tabelle she had black magic Rosen that were the darkest red they were nearly black. They also had the most heady scent possible and the petals were plush and juicy. She had two white orchids on dressers, and another vase on the main tabelle with white carnations.
Now she had to think about what she was going to change into for dinner. Last night there were six people and tonight there would only be four. Everything had been planned for her. In two days time there would be an honorary banquet for her return, she would dine with her father at some kind of restaurant in three days time, and she would go on a state visit with the royal family at the end of the week and then sometime in the week after it was her birthday.
Right now she was trying to choose between a black fitted dress with a train edged in spitze oder a red dress that left her shoulders bare and made her neck look longer.
She had finally decided to go with the red dress; she would pair them with a pair of 3-inch heels and wear her spitze effect ruby necklace. It was made from a shiny satin, the red was darkened so that it looked like blood. There were no sleeves the neckline was asymmetrical with a length of the material going over her left shoulder and trailing to the floor over her skirt.
Very patriotic she thought, the royal colours. If only her halskette was made of Gold and not silver! Guinevere was sitting at her dressing tabelle with Isolde behind her braiding and arranging her hair so half of it was pinned up. She never could do it herself- unless someone helped her she would just leave it natural.
Looking into the mirror it was like looking at a familiar stranger. She had always had golden hair, but now it looked shining, the red highlights in her hair making it look warm. Her skin had always been pale too, but now it looked flushed and luminous-healthy.
I’ve always had nice eyes she thought- big and round and all of the colours of the sea, their colours changed with her mood and the weather; and they had always been framed with thick dark lashes. Tonight, they looked bigger, rounder, and they were the bluest they had ever been, a sort of lapis tinged with flecks of chalcedony and warm gold.
Guinevere had always hated her lips though; her upper lip was bigger than the lower so she always looked pouty, and her lips were kind of thin, she guessed that she had inherited this from her father, she couldn’t remember her mother well but she had always thought that she had full lips. She always remembered that her mother painted them different shades of red depending on the time of day. Now they looked soft and sensuous, but still pouty and seductive.
She leaned back into Isolde content, she missed being taken care of. Usually the only company she had was Jay, and as good a friend as he was he didn’t give her the same care and attention as a mother would. He couldn’t help her with her hair, oder help her bathe, oder talk about clothes for hours on end. Finally being in Camelot, being home, the little pieces of her herz she always thought were broken were mending.
“You’re ready, little princess,” Isolde softly said, laying her hand on Guinevere’s shoulder.
“Thank Du Isolde, for everything” She really did look beautiful tonight, and she felt it too.
“You’re welcome, Du forget, I have six sons and no daughters. I don’t get to do this for my own; I’ve always considered Du to be like a daughter to me. Who knows, maybe one Tag Du will be. Du always used to get on with my sons before,” Isolde sat down on the corner of the bett with a hopeful twinkle in her eye.
“Isolde, Xantha always sagte I have a destiny, she read it in the canticles of the seers. I’m supposed to be waiting for someone. I don’t know who, she would never tell me, but I do know I’ve had to reject a lot of men already, and I don’t want to get your hopes up.” Xantha was her governess, she was … special. There weren’t any other words for it. She knew things that others didn’t know and she had a sort of foresight that let her into secrets.
Chapter 5 coming soon, please Kommentar and become a fan, and I really hope Du enjoy it.
p.s. Lady Guinevere requested illustrations to go along with the stories and I've put them up on the Bilder page under Fan art.
xxx
“What, uh, what’s going on?” Merlin stuttered, unsure of whether he should even try to ask oder whether he should run as if his life depended on it.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter; I nearly Lost a fight to a stranger. It’s not right, I was just so mad, so, so…” Arthur ranted, pacing. Slowly his anger subsided as he thought about why he fought so hard. He couldn’t fathom a reason. But it was personal somehow, challenging.
“Would Du like me to distract you, tell Du what everyone’s talking about in the castle?” Merlin asked timidly.
“Yes” Arthur replied curtly. He didn’t really want to listen to idle gossip, but listening to Merlin blather on about something mind numbing would help.
“Well you’ll never guess. The King saw Guinevere getting ready to leave for the inn, he didn’t even know she was here!” Arthur pulled his hands down to his sides, stopped pacing and stared at Merlin with his mouth open. “Anyway, he went up to her and sagte that she couldn’t possibly leave. He wouldn’t have it. He’s invited her and Jared (Jay) to stay here, in the rooms they’ve already settled in, for the Weiter two weeks. There’s going to be a feast in a couple of days especially to welcome Guinevere back to Camelot. I wonder if we could call her Gwen instead of Guinevere.” Merlin added, his eyebrows raised and looking off to the side.
Arthur composed himself long enough to know that he would definitely not call her Gwen. Guinevere was such a beautiful name, and whenever he heard the name Gwen he would always think of another. With skin like mocha, black curly hair and a mind that challenges you. But that wouldn’t be, for so many reasons.
***
At abendessen there were a few Mehr people than just Arthur and his father. It was very welcome and much less formal. The prince and the King were at opposite ends heading the table. Then Weiter to Uther on his right hand sat Sir Karne, and on Arthur’s right hand sat Jay, also on Arthur’s left hand sat one of his knights who was mainly there in case a fight broke out between Arthur and Jay. And sitting on Uther’s left hand was Guinevere.
Looking like the moon and the sun all at once.
She had changed form the blue velvet dress to one made of layers of chiffon and other sheer fabrics. The colours were all sort of greys and silvers from darkest to lightest. The dress mainly consisted of a corseted mieder and a long rock with a small train. The ribbons on the back of the corset were silver tinged with the grayest of blues that matched the speckles in her blue eyes. The ribbons fell down all the way from her waist to the floor, entangling and lying on the train, looking like waves against a stormy sea.
There was a type of silver beaded layer of fabric that started where the mieder stopped and covered her arms and chest like starlight.
The neckline was straight so her hair was worn up with a few strands of Gold curling round the side of her face so as to frame it. That hair would always look like rays of sun.
She looked regal and very serious, the grey made her look serene despite the warmth in her face and the consistent smiles she gave out to everyone sitting at the table.
Arthur only wished that Guinevere were sitting on his right hand instead of Jay. He thought his name with contempt even though he still couldn’t work out why he disliked Jay.
All night Arthur didn’t get to speak to Guinevere but she continued to make witty conversation with his father and her own. Every couple of Minuten he would hear laughter oder see a look about her that showed she was entertaining them.
***
After abendessen the gathering went to the royal apartments for beverages. Arthur went as far as the apartments and then went over to Guinevere and escorted her back to her chambers. She turned to everyone in the room, made her apologies and sagte goodnight.
Arthur followed her out and once in the corridor Guinevere started giggling. One hand fluttered Von her waist and she looked up at Arthur, “I thought I was never going to escape.”
Arthur smiled a little bit wondrously down at her. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy tonight, but my father’s a bore and I really can’t explain to Du the pain of sitting in a corset for 3 hours.” She sagte a little breathlessly.
Arthur scoffed, but he would take her word for it. He walked her up to her door, and he couldn’t think of a thing to say. No jokes, witty banter. But there was something he had been wondering for quite a while, “Why did Du come back here. I look over at Du sometimes and Du look as if you’re somewhere else. You’ve been so far and yet, come back to Camelot. Du even told my father how rural Du thought Camelot in comparison.”
Guinevere grimaced in remembrance. She also remembered saying that and Uther’s response. “It wasn’t completely my decision. I … had to. I have to come back here for my eighteenth birthday to ‘claim Von birthright’. I also felt guilty that I haven’t been to visit my father in so long. And eichelhäher, jay wanted to see my birth home.” Brilliant, eichelhäher, jay again, the man’s name made Arthur want to swear. “Thank Du for walking me back. I’ll see Du tommorow?” The last Frage sounded Mehr like a question.
Arthur hadn’t completely realized but after they had stopped walking they had moved closer to each other, gravitated nearer. Guinevere was so close if he reached out he could take her hand, he could feel the heat of her body rolling off in waves. Arthur swallowed and replied, “Yes, you’ll see me tommorow.”
The fact that she was going to be eighteen in the Weiter couple of weeks kept bouncing round his head. He was so wrong thinking she was a child before. When even now talking to her he knew how completely mature she was.
She wasn’t even that much younger than she was-four oder five years at the most. He couldn’t remember Guinevere in Camelot, he worked out that if he were five years older than her he would have been about 13 when she left. He could just remember her mother he thought.
***
Guinevere woke up late again in her new room. She was woken Von the sounds of people outside her window. It was so warm, she couldn’t bär to have it shut in the night-it was too uncomfortable.
Strange how Guinevere was already thinking of it as her room, she had only slept in it for two nights. But as she was going to be staying here for Mehr than two weeks she had already started bringing her belongings over from the inn to the castle. She didn’t have much as she was always traveling. All of her real belongings were in her Home in France.
But on her bedside tabelle she had a small vase made of Venetian glass in a pretty ente egg blue, and underneath it a kreis of spitze form the same island. eichelhäher, jay had bought these for her a few years ago. There weren’t any Blumen in the vase yet; she didn’t know where to get them. She had so much to do today she just added it to her list.
Her clothes where in a kirsche wood trunk, with a gilt fleur de lis symbol engraved on it. She also had a kofferraum, stamm of books, and a few boxes that contained jewellery, Musik sheets, crystals and candles. She would rummage through the boxes later and find temporary homes for everything.
This morning she didn’t lie in bett where she was, she was restless. And before even opening her eyes she knew what a state she would look. She could tell front the way she was laying that her hair would be all over the place, her eyes were thick with sleep and it had been so hot last night she would defiantly need a bath. Of course she would need to find the box of toiletries first.
She sat up and Isolde knocked on the door in the same manner as before. She didn’t wait for a reply but came straight in; smiling when she saw Guinevere was awake. She had a teapot and a plate of Obst that were all different shades of red.
She would ask Isolde where the best place to buy Blumen was and where she could take a bath.
As it happens Isolde already had it planned out; a tub was going to be brought up in about an Stunde which gave them plenty of time to break their fast, find the toiletries and Bewegen the screen around so she could have some privacy. Plus they would have to go through all of the boxes to get out clothes to wear.
***
As Guinevere lifted herself into the hot liquid bath she could feel all of her stress and anxieties melt away.
She had filled the water with lavender oil and bubble bath, sprinkled in some assorted dried petals and used chamomile hair shampoo which made her hair shine and brought out her natural highlights. She put a warm flannel over her face, which was soaked in some sort of rose water and various other ingredients, which stint wonderful and gave her skin a sort of dewy glow.
After soaking for half an Stunde she rinsed herself off and got dried behind the privacy of the screen. It was a beautiful screen made of the same kirsche wood as the other furniture in her room and panels of azure blue silk painted with patterns of a winding baum blossoming.
She wore a dark green dress with a kapuze, kutte neck. It was unfitted and long, but her waist was cinched Von a type of makeshift gürtel of cord in the same colour. It was a dress she could Bewegen boxes in and still feel beautiful in. There were no sleeves to it too, which was a definite plus for heavy lifting.
***
At the end of the Tag Guinevere felt Mehr at Home than she had in the last four years. She had moved all of her Bücher into a cabinet on the left side of the room, and arranged them in alphabetical order. Her clothes were hung up in her wardrobe and shoes and the like in the draws underneath.
On one dresser Weiter to the door she had put a ring of white candles and a little jewellery box with an oil painting on the lid. The colours of the painting had always reminded her of Greece where the sea was a brilliant turquoise that crashed against the white of the beaches. At the opposite end of the tabelle was another kreis of candles this time purple.
She had circles of candles dotted all over the place. Each with a certain colour oder scent.
On the dresser Weiter to her bett she had jewellery and hairpieces in each of the trays, and some of her precious crystals. Lined along the length of the dresser were little bottles of perfumes and oils, and in the centre a little bowl of potpourri.
Isolde had taken her to a market where she had bought a new rug for the room that was a pure cream colour that melted underneath bare feet. She had changed the kissen covers on the window sitz to match the bett sheets and vases dotted around that were a duck-egg blue shade, and on oben, nach oben of her bett was a cashmere throw she couldn’t remember from where she got it.
She had gone a bit wild with Blumen when she had gone to the market too! In the vase on her bedside tabelle she had black magic Rosen that were the darkest red they were nearly black. They also had the most heady scent possible and the petals were plush and juicy. She had two white orchids on dressers, and another vase on the main tabelle with white carnations.
Now she had to think about what she was going to change into for dinner. Last night there were six people and tonight there would only be four. Everything had been planned for her. In two days time there would be an honorary banquet for her return, she would dine with her father at some kind of restaurant in three days time, and she would go on a state visit with the royal family at the end of the week and then sometime in the week after it was her birthday.
Right now she was trying to choose between a black fitted dress with a train edged in spitze oder a red dress that left her shoulders bare and made her neck look longer.
She had finally decided to go with the red dress; she would pair them with a pair of 3-inch heels and wear her spitze effect ruby necklace. It was made from a shiny satin, the red was darkened so that it looked like blood. There were no sleeves the neckline was asymmetrical with a length of the material going over her left shoulder and trailing to the floor over her skirt.
Very patriotic she thought, the royal colours. If only her halskette was made of Gold and not silver! Guinevere was sitting at her dressing tabelle with Isolde behind her braiding and arranging her hair so half of it was pinned up. She never could do it herself- unless someone helped her she would just leave it natural.
Looking into the mirror it was like looking at a familiar stranger. She had always had golden hair, but now it looked shining, the red highlights in her hair making it look warm. Her skin had always been pale too, but now it looked flushed and luminous-healthy.
I’ve always had nice eyes she thought- big and round and all of the colours of the sea, their colours changed with her mood and the weather; and they had always been framed with thick dark lashes. Tonight, they looked bigger, rounder, and they were the bluest they had ever been, a sort of lapis tinged with flecks of chalcedony and warm gold.
Guinevere had always hated her lips though; her upper lip was bigger than the lower so she always looked pouty, and her lips were kind of thin, she guessed that she had inherited this from her father, she couldn’t remember her mother well but she had always thought that she had full lips. She always remembered that her mother painted them different shades of red depending on the time of day. Now they looked soft and sensuous, but still pouty and seductive.
She leaned back into Isolde content, she missed being taken care of. Usually the only company she had was Jay, and as good a friend as he was he didn’t give her the same care and attention as a mother would. He couldn’t help her with her hair, oder help her bathe, oder talk about clothes for hours on end. Finally being in Camelot, being home, the little pieces of her herz she always thought were broken were mending.
“You’re ready, little princess,” Isolde softly said, laying her hand on Guinevere’s shoulder.
“Thank Du Isolde, for everything” She really did look beautiful tonight, and she felt it too.
“You’re welcome, Du forget, I have six sons and no daughters. I don’t get to do this for my own; I’ve always considered Du to be like a daughter to me. Who knows, maybe one Tag Du will be. Du always used to get on with my sons before,” Isolde sat down on the corner of the bett with a hopeful twinkle in her eye.
“Isolde, Xantha always sagte I have a destiny, she read it in the canticles of the seers. I’m supposed to be waiting for someone. I don’t know who, she would never tell me, but I do know I’ve had to reject a lot of men already, and I don’t want to get your hopes up.” Xantha was her governess, she was … special. There weren’t any other words for it. She knew things that others didn’t know and she had a sort of foresight that let her into secrets.
Chapter 5 coming soon, please Kommentar and become a fan, and I really hope Du enjoy it.
p.s. Lady Guinevere requested illustrations to go along with the stories and I've put them up on the Bilder page under Fan art.
xxx