Chapter 13. - Dreams or Memories?

Arthur was still in a bad mood, but he was determined not to let Merlin know as his servant entered the room with his supper. Arthur ate it in silence which worried Merlin slightly. "Are you okay Sire?" Merlin asked.

"Yes. Now would you please leave Merlin?" Arthur said, staring into the distance, pushing his food around the plate with his spoon. Merlin nodded. It was best not to argue with Arthur when he was in a mood like the one he was in now. Merlin shut the door behind him leaving Arthur on his own.

Arthur dropped his spoon onto the plate without touching anything, and raised his finger to trace his lips where Guinevere had kissed him a couple of hours previously. He hadn't been expecting it at all. He had felt something while Guinevere had kissed him, but he wasn't sure what exactly. He traced his lips again, and then decided to get into bed without eating. Arthur climbed under the covers of his bed and fell into a deep and troubled sleep, of kissing serving girls who all looked like Guinevere and then kissing Princesses that all looked like Princess Tylluan.  

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Meanwhile back at Gwen's house she gathered up all the items she could carry and left Camelot. She reached the borders of the forest and glanced back at the citadel that had once been her home, once the place she had been loved. She sighed, tears sparkling in her eyes. Her last hope had failed. Her one true love hated her. She turned her back on the citadel and entered the forest, without looking back.