Title: The Lord and the Lady's Maid Part 8
Character/s: Faraday, Archbishop
Summary: Arthur gets his special license
Word Count: 563
Prompt: 386 Comfort
After breakfast Faraday took them up to a suite of rooms. They were clean and small but decorated for comfort. The carpet was thick and the chairs were upholstered in rich brocade. There was a settee that matched the chairs with pillows and a laprobe on one of its arms.
"This place is wonderful!" Gwen smiled as she entered.
"Thank you my lady. The missus put a lot of thought into it. She wants our guest to be comfortable even if they are only here for a night or two."
Arthur put a coin in Faraday's hand. "You never saw us." Arthur wispered to the man.
"Yes my lord." Faraday winked and left them alone.
"I'll be out of your way in just a moment." Arthur took his bag into one of the rooms go change. Arthur washed up quickly and left gwen to enjoy a bath in private.
Gwen stepped into the large bathtub and sat down in the hot water. She sighed with contentment as she picked up the scented soap and the soft flannel. She let her mind drift as she bathed.
Gwen smiled at the thought of being Arthur's wife. It was certainly going to be different. She looked at her calloused hands and frowned. She knew what it was to work hard but as Arthur's wife she would only know comfort.
She dipped her head into the water and washed her hair. Sleeping rough had taken its toll on her hair.
Arthur entered the church and headed for the private office of the archbishop. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.
A voice inside told him to enter.
A small old man stood up when he saw Arthur. "My lord, what brings you here?"
Arthur came right to the point. "I need a special license to marry."
The old man raised an eyebrow. "When would you want to wed?"
"As soon as possible." Arthur told him. "She and I have traveled to london for the purpose of getting married."
"I take it that your bride doesn't meet your father's approval." The archbishop sat back down and motioned for Arthur to sit opposite him. "Your father is my patron. Why would I want to go against his wishes?"
"My father won't live forever. Even though he is in rude health, things do happen. So if I don't get the license things could change for you." Arthur leaned forward. "I'm sure we understand each other."
The archbishop frowned. "Yes my lord. I understand you very well. Return this evening and I will have your license ready."
No. I will return soon and I expect you to have it ready and to marry us." Arthur stood up. "Don't even think of sending a rider to inform my father. I will deal with him when I return with my bride."
"Yes my lord. I shall be waiting for you and your bride." The archbishop sighed. He realized he couldn't win, no matter what he did.
Arthur left the church and headed back to the inn with a smile on his face. He and Gwen would be married in a few hours.
If Arthur returned to the church and married Gwen by sundown, there was no time for a rider to reach his father to stop him, even if the archbishop sent one as soon as he left the room.