Excalibur: Unions

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The graveside funeral service is gloomy, befitting the mood of those who attend it. It was a windy morning, threatening to pour, with dark clouds gathering ahead. But thankfully the rain does not fall at all throughout the funeral. The priest chants Psalm 23 as the attendees sit quietly, listening to the priest. Gwen sits next to her brother Elyan and his friend Percival. Morgana sits on the other side of Gwen while Gaius sits next to Morgana. Gwen didn’t watch the service; neither did she listen to anything recited by the priest. Her thoughts were still on the...

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    Guinevere is standing at the wardrobe, staring, wrapped in a towel. Unlike Arthur, she was not content to live from a suitcase and had placed her things there. She contemplates the black satin negligee she had bought as a surprise for Arthur. Sighing, she tucks it back into its hiding place. That would be too cruel. I’ll wear it tomorrow night.
    As she reaches for the familiar t-shirt, she spies the corner of something rectangular, crammed flat against the back, having partially slid down between the shelf and the cabinet. What’s...

She said.

AN: I was thinking this one would be a one-shot but found myself writing this when I woke up today. I know it's a little out there – but it's all in good fun and I think still very much tongue-in-cheek.
AN2: Flashbacks are italicized.
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Gwen wishes she could chuck her phone out of the hotel window. It's been beeping and ringing intermittently for the last couple of hours and after reading the first few texts earlier, she knows the messages are most likely about the pictures that have exploded all over Tumbler. She's had to set it to silent and...

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    Midnight. Gwen is dead on her feet. More accurately, she is dead in Arthur’s lap, her head on his shoulder. He absently strokes her back softly as they sit at a table, chatting with Leon and Thea. Their fathers had left two hours prior, discussing something about meeting Monday morning at the bank to switch Tom’s accounts over to Uther’s bank.
    It was bound to happen, Arthur had told Gwen, and she laughed.
    “Well, dear, I suppose we should get home and relieve the babysitter,” Leon says, standing and...

This is where my 500-word submission came from. I wrote this, then chopped it. I promised some of you that I'd put the long version up, so here it is.


    It was late. Guinevere had just finished tending to the king, who was finally sleeping. She could finally go home. It had been a long day and she was tired. All she wanted to do now was go home, take her shoes off and sit down. True, her workload had decreased significantly thanks to Arthur, but the days started early and ended late. Looking after Uther wasn’t exactly an enjoyable task for her, but she took pride in her...