((Part 2 will be posted whenever I, um. Finish it.))
“Guinevere?”
“Arthur?” Gwen looked over at Arthur, who had appeared out of nowhere and was standing next to her. She’d never seen him in the kitchens before, and to say she was surprised was to put it lightly. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question.” Arthur just looked at her, confused. “Why are you washing the dishes?”
It took Gwen a moment to collect her thoughts before she smiled, and answered him. “It’s soothing, in a weird way.”
Her answer just confused him even more. “But I thought you said you hated washing dishes.”
“I do.”
“Then why—“ He stopped himself in the middle of the question, then started to laugh. “You always surprise me, even now” He leaned down to kiss her, then rolled up his sleeves. “Where do I start?”
Now it was Gwen’s turn for the confused expression. “Where do you start?”
“Washing the dishes?”
She blinked, then handed him a cloth. “Why don’t you dry the ones I’ve finished washing?”
Arthur took the cloth, and stood next to her, drying the dishes she handed him, following instructions whenever she gave them. And if any of the servants found it weird that their king and queen were in the kitchen, washing the breakfast dishes, they didn’t say anything.
A Time For Humility (1/2)
“Guinevere?”
“Arthur?” Gwen looked over at Arthur, who had appeared out of nowhere and was standing next to her. She’d never seen him in the kitchens before, and to say she was surprised was to put it lightly. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question.” Arthur just looked at her, confused. “Why are you washing the dishes?”
It took Gwen a moment to collect her thoughts before she smiled, and answered him. “It’s soothing, in a weird way.”
Her answer just confused him even more. “But I thought you said you hated washing dishes.”
“I do.”
“Then why—“ He stopped himself in the middle of the question, then started to laugh. “You always surprise me, even now” He leaned down to kiss her, then rolled up his sleeves. “Where do I start?”
Now it was Gwen’s turn for the confused expression. “Where do you start?”
“Washing the dishes?”
She blinked, then handed him a cloth. “Why don’t you dry the ones I’ve finished washing?”
Arthur took the cloth, and stood next to her, drying the dishes she handed him, following instructions whenever she gave them. And if any of the servants found it weird that their king and queen were in the kitchen, washing the breakfast dishes, they didn’t say anything.