Arthur Pendragon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
streetprince) wrote2017-11-06 07:02 pm
streetprince) wrote2017-11-06 07:02 pm
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At some point there will be something pretty here.
Physical things? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
[ Yes, he is absolutely being a prick right now. ]
[ Yes, he is absolutely being a prick right now. ]
[ He probably shouldn't laugh, but he does anyway. ]
You'll have to show me what you've learned sometime.
You'll have to show me what you've learned sometime.
Alright, alright.
[ He clears his throat, and puts on an exaggeratedly serious facial expression. ]
Better?
[ He clears his throat, and puts on an exaggeratedly serious facial expression. ]
Better?
[ He smiles a little then, and lightly brushes his knuckles over her cheek. ]
You'll figure it out.
You'll figure it out.
[ He actually didn't know she could give looks like that, so this is an interesting revelation. ]
I think you'll manage to surprise a lot of people in the process.
[ He has a feeling she will make a far better queen than anyone might have anticipated. ]
I think you'll manage to surprise a lot of people in the process.
[ He has a feeling she will make a far better queen than anyone might have anticipated. ]
In the greater scheme of things, he and Guinevere had not been married all that long. For any other couple, there certainly wouldn't be any concern yet regarding whether or not they would be blessed with children.
In truth, in spite of the position he was in, Arthur tried not to think much about it all the same. Not because he didn't want children, as such, he simply... wasn't sure what sort of father he would make. He had never had one to show him how it was supposed to be done, after all.
As far as he was concerned, the matter of succession had a fairly easy solution at hand anyway. Blue was his responsibility now, if it came to that he would happily make the boy his son and heir in an official sense.
It was still delightful to have reached a point in his marriage where there at least was the theoretical possibility of a child being made, but that had everything to do with the process itself and nothing to do with politics. Arthur loved Gwen, and he loved showing her how much in every way that he knew how, as often as could be managed.
This particular morning he had, however, not woken his beloved up with kisses. He had slipped out of bed at dawn to meet with the Mage, because of course the woman could never do things the easy way. It was important to have regular communication with the mages, but he was fairly certain they chose inconvenient times and places simply because it amused them to make him uncomfortable.
That business done with, however, he headed back to his chambers, fully intending on spending some more time asleep next to his wife. Unless she happened to be awake of course, in which case he still intended to sleep with his wife, but in a different way.
In truth, in spite of the position he was in, Arthur tried not to think much about it all the same. Not because he didn't want children, as such, he simply... wasn't sure what sort of father he would make. He had never had one to show him how it was supposed to be done, after all.
As far as he was concerned, the matter of succession had a fairly easy solution at hand anyway. Blue was his responsibility now, if it came to that he would happily make the boy his son and heir in an official sense.
It was still delightful to have reached a point in his marriage where there at least was the theoretical possibility of a child being made, but that had everything to do with the process itself and nothing to do with politics. Arthur loved Gwen, and he loved showing her how much in every way that he knew how, as often as could be managed.
This particular morning he had, however, not woken his beloved up with kisses. He had slipped out of bed at dawn to meet with the Mage, because of course the woman could never do things the easy way. It was important to have regular communication with the mages, but he was fairly certain they chose inconvenient times and places simply because it amused them to make him uncomfortable.
That business done with, however, he headed back to his chambers, fully intending on spending some more time asleep next to his wife. Unless she happened to be awake of course, in which case he still intended to sleep with his wife, but in a different way.
Sharing intimacies with her husband had not proved to be as onerous as Guinevere had initially imagined. Granted, her teachers and governesses had pressed upon her the importance of doing so, "a woman's responsibility" and such, and in truth, their stories had quite frankly terrified the young princess from an early age. Which might have assisted in building that marble persona she'd adopted while in her formulative years, adopting the pose of an unassailable fortress, insurmountable to even the staunchest champion. But perhaps it had simply required a different sort of champion to not crush the marble, but rather warm it, melt it just enough to allow a canny street-raised king to find a way inside.
Whatever the reason, Camelot's Queen had grown enamored of falling asleep cradled in her husband's arms, both of them exhausted not from the trials of the day, but rather from indulging in each other, reaffirming the bonds between husband and wife as often as possible. And, much to her delight, Guinevere had noticed Arthur's customary nightmares visiting less and less, a balm to her heart.
This particular morning, she'd drowsily felt her warm pillow pull away right at first light, but as he hadn't woken her further, she'd yawned lightly and burrowed back beneath the covers. A bit later, Guinevere stirred when she heard their chamber door open, and she opened her eyes just enough to see her husband creeping a bit comically back into their rooms. But she couldn't help a telltale chuckle at his antics and shifted slightly to watch him with fond eyes.
Whatever the reason, Camelot's Queen had grown enamored of falling asleep cradled in her husband's arms, both of them exhausted not from the trials of the day, but rather from indulging in each other, reaffirming the bonds between husband and wife as often as possible. And, much to her delight, Guinevere had noticed Arthur's customary nightmares visiting less and less, a balm to her heart.
This particular morning, she'd drowsily felt her warm pillow pull away right at first light, but as he hadn't woken her further, she'd yawned lightly and burrowed back beneath the covers. A bit later, Guinevere stirred when she heard their chamber door open, and she opened her eyes just enough to see her husband creeping a bit comically back into their rooms. But she couldn't help a telltale chuckle at his antics and shifted slightly to watch him with fond eyes.
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