DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

CHAPTER SEVEN

"IT'S SEEM LIKE YOU AND NIMUE HAVE GOTTEN CLOSER," she smiled mischievously eyeing, Arthur. It did seem like Arthur and Nimue had gotten close, she could see the stares Arthur had given when Nimue and Gawain had left the room, intimation, jealously. She watched Arthur, who simply coughed. "What? Nimue and I, there's been this sort of connection," he tried explaining. She smiled and began walking, assuring him to followed her. "What sort of connection?" Arthur couldn't find the words to explained.
"We kissed." He whispered causing, Gwen to smiled amused.

Soon enough, she parted her ways with Arthur. Exhaustion is what haunted her at this moment. She was dressed up by one of the maids there. They braided her hair, gave her a new pair of clothes, and of course got a bath first. She stepped out among the crowds feeling happy and energized, she was finally home. She wore long caffe, dress. Her hair was done differently than, what she usually does. Either way, she looked around seeing the people celebrating. It felt like home. A safe home. She found Arthur lurking in the distance. As soon as their eyes met, Arthur couldn't keep his eyes off her. She began walking towards her. "Wow."

Gwen smiled. "It seems like I am making a first impression." She finished. Arthur chuckled at her response. "Oh, Arthur. Once you've accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you." They both looked in each other's eyes, memorized. When they began hearing screams. They looked terrified and began running to the commotion.

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"Get away from me!" Morgana desperately yelled out. Gwen surrounded the crowds and managed to hold Arthur back. "Wait," she whispered in his ear causing him to halt going any further. She stepped forward seeing a parchment paper, she picked it up, widening her eyes than handing it over Arthur. They both signed in fear and desperation. Morgana kept crying on the floor as people tried to give her some comfort.

Nimue appeared approaching forward. "What's happened?" Gwen turned to look sighing. "There was a word, Yvoire Abbey was burned to the ground." Nimue widened her eyes, "Celia?" Gwen continued giving her a saddened look. "No survivors."