Reupload Bed - Discussion

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    Gwen is up early, too anxious and excited to sleep in. She takes a shower, comes back to their room, and sits down on the bed in her bathrobe, staring at the wall. A minute later her head finds the pillow and she is falling back to sleep.
    Arthur wakes an hour later. He sees Gwen lying there, sleeping on top of the covers in her robe and smelling freshly-showered. He shakes his head and chuckles at her. The clock says 8:12.
    Arthur goes to the bathroom, empties his bladder, and brushes his teeth. He hears his father...

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    “Gaius, Merlin tells me this bracelet may hold some answers?” Arthur asks, handing the linen-wrapped jewelry to the physician.
    “Yes, Sire, but unfortunately the only way to know for certain is to break the law ourselves,” he frowns. “Unless you’re just willing to take our word for it,” he indicates himself and Merlin.
    Arthur contemplates this, conflicted. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Guinevere. She looks unsteady on her feet, so he pulls a bench over for her, offering his hand to assist her...

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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...

Part 41: link


    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...

Part 29: link


    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...