Guinevere. Such a beautiful name, full of passion and determination, fitting for the girl Arthur had fallen in love with. Gwen, so sweet and not afraid to tell him when he was being a prat, but yet always respective. With soft lips, sheer curly ringlets, and sparkling eyes so full of life. Beautiful Guinevere, who was so much more than a servant. Gwen, who Arthur knew could do anything she set her mind to. She had stolen his heart, and he hoped someday she would be the future queen. He knew his father would never allow it, but for now it didn't matter. For now he could close his eyes and feel her soft lips on his, her small figure in his arms, see her ruling beside him. She was fit to be queen. And someday, she would be.