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Arthur watches Gwen, Quinn and Morgana while he and Lancelot sit on a table, drinks in their hands. "Here's trouble. Tell me, do you think her...beautiful?" Arthur watches Quinn as Lancelot's eyes follow Gwen as she goes to stand by Merlin. "Yes, Sire. I do." Arthur huffed lightly think Lancelot was talking about Quinn, "Yeah. I suppose she is." Suddenly Morgana notices Arthur's gaze trained on Quinn and smiled lightly.
"You know what? I think our Sir Lancelot might have eyes for you, Gwen." Quinn smirked at the girl who blushed and looked down. "Don't be silly." She glanced over to Lancelot as Quinn smiled towards Arthur who blushed and looked away. "What? So what if he did? Would that really be so bad?" Merlin asked with his eyebrow raised, Gwen sighs. "He's not really my type." Merlin snorts before nodding sarcastically. "Right..." Quinn smacked Merlin lightly, "Oh, well, there's a surprise. Sometimes, Guinevere, I wonder if you'd know what your type was if he was standing right next to you."
Gwen looks at Quinn with a pointed look, who blushed a little. "You're probably right." Merlin grabs another drink from a passing servant, only to have Quinn grab it back and hand it back to the server. "So, come on. Just for the sake of argument. If you had to, Arthur or Lancelot." Merlin wanted Gwen blush as Quinn frowned, watching Gwen before her eyes widened and she looked away. "But I don't have to and I never will." Gwen watched Arthur laugh at Lancelot as Quinn slipped off to the side. "Oh, you are no fun, Gwen."
How could she be so blind? Of course Gwen liked Arthur, I mean who wouldn't but that meant he could begin to like her back.
Quinn has and always will be the one who helped, the one who looked on the brightside, the one who saw the good in everyone. But just like everyone, she had a downfall, and that was her insecurities.
Quinn stood outside in her maid outfit, she was never going to change into a nice dress again, because all she will ever be is a maid. "Hey" Quinn jumped and turned to Arthur before quickly bowing and begin to walk away, only for Arthur to frown and grab her arm "Quincy?" Quinn looked at him with wide eyes at the new nickname, before she pulled her hand out of his. "Its Quinn, sire" With that she walked away leaving Arthur hurt and alone.
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The next morning, Quinn had been up and making breakfast before even Gaius was awake as Merlin and Lancelot come out of Merlin's Chamber with hangovers. "Argh. Two yards of ale? Two miles, more like it." Lancelot winced at the sunlight that slipped through the windows, "Good morning, gentlemen." Gaius holds out two fizzing drinks.
"Don't look at it, don't smell it, just down it in one." Quinn warned as she wiped her hands on her apron and grabbing the bag of potions Gaius had made for his patents. "Argh." Lancelot and Merlin gulped the nasty tasting potion back as Quinn left the room quietly, not noticing the guards that passed her.
