Title: The King’s Quest (Chapter 10)
Summary: Arthur needs help but Gwen just wants another drink.
Word Count: 452
Prompt: 402 "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!".
Arthur walked into the sitting room carrying a handful of files. “Guinevere could you….”
“Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!” Gwen picked up a wine glass from the table next to her. “Morgana is driving me to murder.” She stretched her bare feet out from under the white ball gown. “She showed up with love bites everywhere and I mean everywhere. She made the dresser turn bright red.”
Arthur winced. “Merlin was the same way. He seemed to think it was funny.”
“Well, I didn't.” Gwen drained her glass. “I need a refill.” She held the glass out to Arthur.
“How many have you had?” Arthur took the glass.
“Not enough.” Gwen sighed. “They have magick. Couldn't they just zap them away?”
“I don't know.” Arthur took the glass. “I've never really thought about it. I'll have the maid bring some tea.” He put down the files and walked over to ring the bell.
Gwen sat up. “I need wine not tea. “
Arthur shook his head. “You've had enough wine and I need you to look over that National Health stuff.”
Gwen covered her face with her hands. “How bad is it?”
“I can't tell. It's all gibberish to me.” Arthur looked over as the door opened.
The maid bowed and waited for instructions.
“We need tea and biscuits.” Arthur told her. “Maybe a sandwich or two.”
The maid bowed and hurried off.
“Why are they always so quiet? It's like they are afraid of us.” Arthur frowned as he sat down.
“It's you and that sword of yours.” Gwen sat up and picked up the files. “They think you'll chop off their head. They think you’re some throwback to the sixth century.”
“Great.” Arthur sighed.
“What do you expect? You took over by waving an ancient sword in their faces.” Gwen opened a file and frowned. “I'm going to need more than tea and biscuits to figure this out. It looks like the money is not going where it should.”
“We may need to overhaul the entire system.” Arthur rubbed his forehead. “Elizabeth left me a right mess.”
“Maybe that's why the Prophecy came true now. “Gwen reached out and touched his arm. “You were needed to clean up this mess because they wouldn't.”
Arthur put his hand over hers. “My new quest.”
“Speaking of quests, have you found all of the knights yet?” Gwen asked.
Arthur shook his head. “I'm still missing one. I haven't found Percival yet. I told Merlin to do a spell or something.”
“If he can tear himself away from Morgana long enough to do one. “Gwen rolled her eyes.
“Everywhere huh?” Arthur smirked.
Gwen groaned and slapped his arm with the files.
Title: The King’s Quest (Chapter 11)
Summary: Gwaine and Luck spend their last night in their flat over the pub.
Word Count: 317
Prompt: 403 "I miss moments like this more than anything.".
Lucky closed the last packing box. “I'm going to miss this flat.”
“We don't have to go. We can stay here. “Gwaine sat on a kitchen chair.
“You are a Knight of Camelot. We have to go where the King commands.” Lucky sat on his lap. “Your dad would be pleased as punch.”
“He would be too drunk to notice.” Gwaine put his arms around her.
“Gwaine, he was ill.” Lucky kissed his cheek.
“He was a drunk. He could have stopped. I did.” Gwaine leaned his forehead against her shoulder.
“You're stronger than he ever was. You're a knight.” Lucky kissed his head.
Gwaine laughed. “You like that, don't you, Lady Green of the Pub?”
“Who'd have thought a girl from County Cook would be a Lady proper?” Lucky laughed. “You know I love you.”
“Someday, there will be a time when I miss moments like this more than anything. Tonight, we shall dine on fish and chips and tomorrow I will put on a uniform and play at being a knight while you unpack our lives into a new cottage.” Gwaine scooped her up into his arms. He pretended to drop her and grinned when she squealed. “I gotcha fair maiden.”
“Put me down and let's go get dinner.” Lucky kicked her feet. “I want extra chips!”
Gwaine set her on her feet. “Yes. Yes. I know.”
Lucky grabbed his hand. “Come along Sir Knight.” She picked up her purse as she led him out the door. “We'll make an early night of it when we get home.”
Gwaine threw back his head and laughed. “You ginger haired temptress!”
“I do my best.” Lucky pulled him with both hands. “I'm hungry.”
Gwaine grinned. “So am I and not for chips.” He pulled the door closed.
“One thing at a time, Sir Knight!” Lucky laughed. “For now, we are on a quest for fish and chips. “