Title: I'm Sorry
Character/s: Arthur, Gwen
Summary: Arthur knows he has to say the right words to get Gwen to forgive him.
Word Count: 487
Prompt: #228, Second Chances
Author's Notes: I don't know why the sudden A/G kick, but I like it.
Arthur lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about his time away from Camelot and all that had occurred during the almost-war. Then he remembered the bundle lying under his pillow and smiled. He hoped Guinevere would come soon. He’d sent Merlin to request her to bring some water. In all likelihood she’d be annoyed at his request, but would do it anyway. Her sense of duty was one of the many qualities he loved about her. Just then, a knock sounded on his door. She was here.
“Come,” he called out. Guinevere entered with a pitcher. Arthur smiled when he saw her. “Gwen.”
Guinevere nodded. “Sire,” she acknowledged.
Arthur lifted his pillow to grab a bundle of flowers from underneath then climbed out of bed. “These . . .” He hurried over to her and presented her with a small purple bouquet, which drooped. “Are for you.”
She looked at him then at the flowers, and took them reluctantly. Arthur pretended not to notice that, and continued, “They're not much, I know. I . . . picked them by the side of a road.” This time he really had picked them himself. With Merlin’s advice, of course.
“Thank you sire, but . . . I don't know what they're for.”
Well that was a little blow to his ego, but he continued on. “They're to say, ‘I'm sorry Guinevere.’"
Guinevere looked up at him then. “You don't need to apologize. I understand why things have to be the way they are.”
That was better—she was beginning to understand. He smiled. “Mm. A good king should . . . respect the traditions of the past, as my father did.”
Guinevere cast her eyes back down. “I know that.”
On no, wrong direction. “But a good king should also . . .” He took a step toward her. “Be true to himself . . . and do as he sees fit . . .” He took another step. “And be seen with those who he cares for.” He wanted to reach out and touch her, but knew she had to come to it herself. She looked back up at him, hopefully, and he smiled.
“Even if they're not . . . appropriate?”
Arthur grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her with a flourish, then looked down at her, head tilted playfully. “Does that answer your question?”
She seemed to sense his mood then, and gave it right back to him. “It's a start.”
They grinned at each other for a moment before leaning in to each other for a passionate kiss. Yes, this was the way he’d intended it to go. He’d asked for a second chance. And for some unknown but beautiful reason, she was giving it to him. This was the start of a new understanding between them, and he knew exactly where he wanted it to go.