Drabble for ditta_spn (Arthur/Gwen)
The amazing
ditta_spn made me an awesome set of Arthur/Gwen icons for Christmas. I would use one on this post, but my computer is being a dickhead and not letting me upload any pics. Nevertheless, I didn't wanna wait to post her thank-you gift, so this gets messy!Cas.
This is my first ever Merlin piece. Please be kind!
Title: Sacrifices
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen (Merlin)
Rating: G
Word Count: 261
Gwen doesn't especially want to be queen.
She knows that's ridiculous; it's what most little girls spent their nights dreaming of. But the position doesn't seem to bring much joy.
She's only known one queen of Camelot - Morgana. Her reign was brief, but it was enough to carve deep worry-lines into that previously lovely face and cast shadows under eyes that had once been clear and bright.
She knows almost nothing about the queen before that - Arthur's mother - but people still talk about her desperation to concieve. Any man Gwen could marry would want children, but with Arthur as her husband the entire city will be counting on her to produce an heir. She feels vaguely ill at the idea of something meant to be so private becoming a matter of public concern.
Sometimes, when the rest of the castle is sleeping, Gwen sneaks into the portrait room. She can stand there for hours, studying the long line of queens captured forever in paint and vellum. There they sit, draped in their ermine and gowns, crowns laden with jewels resting heavily on their heads. None of them are smiling.
So Gwen doesn't want to be queen. But she does want Arthur; she wants him with a need like hunger, so fierce that it scares her sometimes. She wants to be everything to him. His lover. His friend. His confidant. His wife.
And if that means she also has to be his queen, then she's prepared to make that sacrifice.
This is my first ever Merlin piece. Please be kind!
Title: Sacrifices
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen (Merlin)
Rating: G
Word Count: 261
Gwen doesn't especially want to be queen.
She knows that's ridiculous; it's what most little girls spent their nights dreaming of. But the position doesn't seem to bring much joy.
She's only known one queen of Camelot - Morgana. Her reign was brief, but it was enough to carve deep worry-lines into that previously lovely face and cast shadows under eyes that had once been clear and bright.
She knows almost nothing about the queen before that - Arthur's mother - but people still talk about her desperation to concieve. Any man Gwen could marry would want children, but with Arthur as her husband the entire city will be counting on her to produce an heir. She feels vaguely ill at the idea of something meant to be so private becoming a matter of public concern.
Sometimes, when the rest of the castle is sleeping, Gwen sneaks into the portrait room. She can stand there for hours, studying the long line of queens captured forever in paint and vellum. There they sit, draped in their ermine and gowns, crowns laden with jewels resting heavily on their heads. None of them are smiling.
So Gwen doesn't want to be queen. But she does want Arthur; she wants him with a need like hunger, so fierce that it scares her sometimes. She wants to be everything to him. His lover. His friend. His confidant. His wife.
And if that means she also has to be his queen, then she's prepared to make that sacrifice.