Gwynnever - Queen of Camelot

Chapter 11

The room was beautifully decorated with golden apples and candles. Like a fairytale. Something Gwen never experience in her life and didn't know, even though in just measurement, she craved it. She wanted to be this carefree if not every day, at least once every year. She earned it.

At first, he didn't notice nor did he look for her. He was busy talking to Lancelot about what he was looking for. It was only when the Knight moved from the uplifted throne and descended through the people making his way to a girl in blue that he recognized her. He was speechless, how could he not see her. No, it couldn't be.

"Merlin." He called and the warlock stepped closer but he was already looking at where the king's eyes were. He knew. "Who is she?" he inquired not believing his gaze and after a quick scan of the room, add "Where is Gwen?" as if that was more important than anything. Merlin pointed his knotty finger toward the girl in blue and Arthur knew too.

Lancelot reached her and pertinaciously grabbed her hand as she was talking to Percy. "I should have known it was you." He joked bringing her palm to his lips. "No one would dare Percy of a second look, let alone talk to him the whole evening." Gawain darted his attention from the pretty lady in front of him toward Gwen, as if something snapped and suddenly, he couldn't look to anything else.

"Would you care to dance with me, milady?"

"No." said she firmly trying to pull his hand away. "I'm busy at the moment. Maybe next one." She attempted to leave the room but he ran after her.

The two knights moved as one following the pair. She didn't want to cause a scene for the King to see. she joined the festivities with the only objective as to enjoy herself, not to ruin them.

"Gwen." Yelled Lancelot, he was hot on her heels but she just wanted to drag him in a place where no one was watching so she could take care of him. She wasn't planning on killing him; however, he was getting on her bad side and that had to stop.

He followed her in the training camp and Gwen grabbed a sword from the holder and whirled it around.

"Stop harassing me." She spit back.

"I won once, why do you think I won't win again?" he won for a stupid dress and this time she was wearing again those hideous skirts so the chances that he'd overpower her were high.

"I tripped. Your glory should go to the stupid gown I was wearing." He knew she was saying the truth nevertheless wanted to poke her, to make her mad so she wouldn't think straight. Two could play the same game.

"You'll never take me in normal circumstances."

"Oh, I'd like to take you, in many circumstances." A knife flew to his shoe missing him by one hair. "Next time, I'll aim for your dick."

"Hence you could miss again?" She didn't know that by challenging him, he was getting more and more arouse. He loved a good battle and there weren't many ladies that would speak to him like that.

"Lancelot!" blurted Percy as the Knight pulled a sword out of his sheath.

As they clash, Gwen was flawlessly twirling and lunging, it was a beautiful show that was for sure. This time the dress she was wearing was of the right length and seemed to be moving with its owner perfectly. Gwen stepped on a stone, and stumbled a little backward and like the last time, Lancelot turned her over and pressed her against his chest. One arm around her throat and the other hand slowly making its way toward her side.

"So soft." Gwen knew exactly what to do. She pressed her behind against his crotch and leaned her head back whispering to his ear. "You should see how tender I'm between my legs." Lancelot grip loosened and Gwen managed to throw him to the ground and point the sword to his chin.

"Two can play the same game, Lancelot." She simply stated and courtesy like she previously showed to Perfect while they were in the woods.

And like that she left him there on the ground panting, followed by the two guards that even high-fived her on their way to the castle. Once there, Gwen grabbed a glass and emptied it in one gulp which would have been fine if she had eaten something previously. She was a little lightheaded but felt safe enough that didn't mind.

"Milady, can I be so straightforward to ask you for a dance?" Asked Tor with purple cheeks. Gawain would have put money on the fact that Gwen would have refused, he was that sure.

"It depends, how much do you value your feet, sir?" Tor burst into a very childish giggle but offered her hand anyway. Apparently, Gawain would have lost the bet.

She was asked for the whole night, and she danced her sadness away. People were eager to have go with her, because she really seemed to be enjoyed it, contrary on the other ladies who took the matter way too seriously.

Merlin came forward as Gwen was about to go into the dancefloor again and politely said. "The king would like your milady to join him for this round." Gwen froze. One thing was to give a show by dancing with the knights, the knew her and nobody would pay attention. If she stepped in the middle of the room with the king, it would be hard not to notice her, not ask questions about who she was. She couldn't risk it.

"I'm sorry, I think I'll have to decline. I had just too much to drink. Please bring my sincerest apologies to the King. I shall retire now." She curtsied and head out of the ball room. She didn't see that the room fell silent when she refused. Because it was considered the greatest honor to be asked by the king himself, but Gwen wasn't used to these ceremonies and didn't know.

She managed to find the exit and as she was moving toward the stair going for her room, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her behind a curtain, pressing a palm to her mouth. She was reaching for her knife but recognized the scent and relaxed instantly. Even pressed further.