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“Maybe we should send Tristan and Balinor to Medethenor to find out the news of their ailing king. I haven’t heard from them for a long time. I could use their allegiance during difficult times and if not, their friendship. It’s worrying not to hear from them all this while,” Uther says, forking his carrots.
Opposite him, his wife, Queen Katrina Pendragon, nods, sipping her wine. “That must be done immediately Uther. King Galicka and his wife are some of Camelot’s finest allies and Những người bạn too. If something is wrong with them, we must help them immediately.”
But before Uther can reply, there is a knock on the door. He looks at Katrina. “Who could that be?”
“Surely they know this is a private moment for us, don’t they?” she replies. The knock comes in again. Katrina opens her mouth to answer but Uther holds out his hand, stopping her.
“Yes?” Uther asks, sipping his wine. Katrina wipes her mouth.
“It’s Arthur.” The answer from the other side of the door was short.
Uther and his wife exchanges glance with one another. Uther các câu hỏi her with his eyes and she shrugs her shoulders, indicating she doesn’t know why Arthur is asking for an audience with them at this hour. Uther nods and turns back towards the door. “Come in.”
The door opens and Arthur walks in, striding proudly. Behind him, Merlin follows quietly. Arthur walks right up to the bàn and nods respectfully to his parents, but avoids looking at his father. He turns towards his mother instead.
“Yes, Arthur?” Katrina asks.
“Father, Mother … I have an announcement to make. I have decided to get married,” Arthur announces.
Katrina smiles happily and immediately pushes back the chair and gets up. She walks towards her son and hugs him. “This is wonderful, Arthur. Truly wonderful news.”
Uther’s tim, trái tim soars happily. This is the news he has been waiting to hear for weeks after he asked Katrina to look a bride for his son. Whatever she did hoặc told him, it worked well because she did what no one else managed to do: persuade Arthur to settle down and get married. And now, his son is ready and very soon he will resume his responsibility and take the throne, easing Uther’s burden. He leans against the chair and smiles, clasping his hands together in relief.
Katrina releases Arthur and caresses her son’s cheek. “Thank you,” she says and pecks his cheek. She looks beyond Arthur and notes Uther watching them with a smile on his face. She looks back at Arthur. “Tell your father.”
“Mother …” Arthur starts to protest but Katrina presses her finger to his lips, silencing him.
“Now, Arthur …” she says determinedly and Arthur understands what she means. Like it hoặc not, he has to oblige hoặc he will have to start coming up with các câu trả lời for her later on. Arching his brows in amusement, he nods.
“Fine. For you, Mother.” Arthur sighs and turns around to meet his father. Clearing his throat, he walks towards Uther and stands with his hands firmly on the hilt of his sword. “Father,” he acknowledges the king.
“Arthur.”
“I have decided to oblige to your condition and consider marriage, just as bạn and mother wished,” Arthur says, looking at his father’s hand rather than the king’s face. ‘God, why is it so hard to speak to my own father.’ He thinks to himself. “I am ready … Father.”
“That is wonderful, Arthur. I am happy,” Uther says. ‘Look at me, Arthur, I am your father. What have I done wrong?’ Uther looks at his son, his face a little sad. “I couldn’t have asked for better news today, thank you.”
Arthur trails his sight from his father’s hand and towards Uther’s face. He forces a smile and nods in respect and then falls silent. Both father and son look at each other’s faces, unable to carry on with the conversation. Arthur looks uncomfortable in his father’s presence while Uther looks like he is expecting thêm from his son. But in the end, they both remain silent. Thankfully Katrina saves the day.
“I am so happy for you, Arthur. Like your father says, there couldn’t be any happier news than this. bạn have found a bride of your choosing?” Katrina asks, coming up behind Arthur and scooping her arm around his.
“His own choosing? What does that mean?” Uther asks, not getting the point.
Arthur ignores his father and turns to his mother, nodding with a curvy smile. “Yes mother. As a matter of fact, I have.”
“Then tell your father, Arthur. I believe he is as excited as I am to learn about her.”
Arthur cannot believe it. ‘Why do I have to tell him?’ he thinks. He leans closer to his mother and whispers. “Mother, I think bạn should tell him. It will sound much better.”
“Arthur, we made a promise and I don’t want bạn to break it now. So be a good man and tell your father about her.” Katrina whispers back.
“Is something wrong?” Uther asks.
“No Uther, everything’s fine. Arthur has something important to tell you, but he doesn’t know how, that’s all,” Katrina helps, turning Arthur around to meet Uther.
Arthur turns back to his father. Swallowing hard, he sighs and clears his throat. “I have met someone whom I believe will make a good wife and daughter-in-law to both of you. Her name is Guinevere. She is a peasant and the daughter of the blacksmith Tom. I wish to marry her, Father.”
Katrina smiles at Uther. But the king doesn’t return the smile. Instead he looks surprised.
Uther looks at Arthur for a long time. ‘A blacksmith’s daughter? Will the council accept this? Will the royal dignitaries validate the marriage? What will my allies and foes alike say of this? Will my ancestors bless this marriage? Will my father approve this marriage?’
“Father?”
“Uh? Oh … urm …” Uther looks at Arthur as if he is looking at him for the first time. His words, whatever he means to say to his son, stay glued on his tongue. His mind is still working like crazy over Arthur’s statement, unable to digest hoặc let it sink in. He searches for an answer.
“You doubt her? Guinevere?” Arthur asks bluntly. Beside him, Katrina waits and listens patiently.
“Urm no Arthur, I don’t doubt her at all,”
“Then why do I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming?” Arthur asks again, clenching his jaw. Katrina clasps Arthur’s hand, calming him.
Uther sighs and shakes his head. “Arthur, not again … please. We hardly finish any conversation without bickering.”
“Then don’t tempt me, Father. I am merely announcing my marriage news to bạn and mother. I am not seeking any approval because my tim, trái tim and my mind are set. This girl will be my wife regardless of your approval. She will be your daughter-in-law!”
“Arthur, please …” Katrina says.
“It’s all right Katrina. It’s all right. Let him be,” Uther tells his wife, waving her interruption off. Looking back at Arthur, he says “Arthur … I don’t doubt anyone here. I am happy for bạn and this girl. Genuinely yes, but I am thinking of what the council might say of this.”
“Why? Because she is a blacksmith’s daughter?”
“You know the rules,” the king starts but Arthur cuts him off first.
“And bạn are the king, father! Change the damn rules and let me marry someone I like rather than someone who’s basically here to produce an heir for the throne!” Arthur raises his voice.
Uther looks stunned bởi the statement.
“Don’t look so stunned, Father. Those princesses your Những người bạn came here to offer, they might be beautiful, educated and highly regarded but they are not wife material. They don’t come close to my Guinevere, and trust me,” Arthur snorts, “they never will.” Turning to his mother, “You will tình yêu her, Mother, believe me. She is the epitome of all daughters-in-law, one any mother would wish for. When bạn meet her, you’ll understand.” Arthur turns back to his father. “I am sorry to say this, Father, but those princesses might have been good in my giường but they would not be good bởi my side. They expect fame, power and wealth from this marriage, and might I add, satisfaction at night. But Guinevere is different. She expects nothing, and she’s bold, Father. bạn should witness the way she defends her father! She’s understanding, honest, smart, defiant … I could go on all ngày describing her but, to sum her up; she’s the full scale mô tả of an ideal wife … those princesses, sadly, are not.”
“But, Arthur …”
“Father, if I want a whore I know where to get one. But I need a wife and that wife will be Guinevere!” Arthur snaps.
“Arthur!” Katrina scolds, tugging his hand. “Is that any way to speak to your father?”
“I was merely making him understand!” Arthur points to his father. But Katrina eyes him angrily.
“Apologise immediately!”
“Mother…”
“Now!” Katrina hisses.
“Katrina… it’s all right. He has a point.” Uther stops his wife. “Leave him.”
“But Uther, did bạn notice the way he was speaking to you?”
“He has a point, Katrina, and I’m quite use to his temper bởi now,” Uther says, shaking his head. “Thank you.”
Katrina shakes her head, releases Arthur’s hand and goes back to her position at the table. She pulls the chair back a little and sits down, her eyes fixed on Arthur.
Arthur waits.
“Arthur,” Uther begins. “I understand your feelings for this girl and from the way bạn described her, I can tell your tim, trái tim is completely set for her. So, there is nothing anyone can do to change that. I don’t doubt bạn hoặc her, I was merely thinking of all the các câu hỏi I will need to answer about this marriage. Simple as that. And I hope bạn understand this, Arthur, this marriage will go on, I give bạn my word, but it will not be as quick hoặc easy like bạn expect. There are some counsels I need to make, rules and protocols looked into and discussed, certain people among the dignitaries whom I need to assure, but nevertheless, it will happen. And … yes, bạn need a wife not a damsel in distress. And we need a daughter-in-law, not a mindless puppet who expects to be controlled. You’re right about that one, Arthur. I am sorry for taking such a moment to tell bạn this, but I do not doubt your choice, I was thinking of ways to make this marriage work without causing any troubles,” Uther finishes.
Arthur’s tiếp theo action stuns even him. He rushes to his father, kneels down and reaches out and clasps the king’s hand and bows his head, closing his eyes. “Thank bạn very much, Father.” He reaches up and embraces the king.
Uther is in shock while Katrina smiles happily. Behind them, Merlin watches the drama quietly.
Arthur realizes what he’s done after a moment and releases his father. ‘What did I just do?’ he thinks quickly and looks down at himself. He is still kneeling. ‘I hugged my father?’ he thinks again and scurries up. He gets back up to his feet and waits for his father’s response.
Uther, who happens to be in shock as well, straightens up. “I’ll talk to the council members tomorrow and get back to you. But I assure you, this wedding will take place.”
“Thank you, Father, Mother. I bid bạn both good night.” Arthur bows respectfully and leaves. He walks towards Merlin and taps his friend on the shoulder. “Come on, Merlin.”
“Good night, your highnesses,” Merlin bows and follows Arthur out. He closes the door as he leaves.
“Uther?”
“Yes?”
“Are bạn all right?” Katrina asks.
“About?”
“About this marriage? Are bạn sure bạn can work it out for him?”
Uther smiles. “Katrina, this is our son’s wedding. And nothing is thêm important to me than his happiness. And if he sees his happiness lies with the blacksmith’s daughter, then so be it. I’ll accept anyone Arthur’s tim, trái tim is set upon as my daughter-in-law. And I will make sure the wedding happens because I hate to see him broken.”
“Yes, but what about the protocols?”
“Katrina, I am the king of Camelot and I set the rules and protocols. If I need to alter hoặc bend the rules for Arthur to get married, I will bởi all means do that. Because he is my son and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”
“Oh Uther, for a while there I thought you’ll refuse to give your approval. I am so happy and proud of you. Thank you.”
“No, my love, thank bạn for making this actually happen,” Uther says and raises his goblet. “To you, my queen,” he says and drinks the wine. Katrina smiles and drinks hers.
Tom opens the door and steps inside. Guinevere is working on a cloth and the moment she hears her father, she looks up. Her golden face beams in the light of the candles around her.
“Father!” she puts down the cloth she is working on and rushes to him. “What happened? Are bạn all right?” she asks him, holding his hand in hers. “I was worried about you! What took bạn this long?”
Tom looks at her and feigns a smile. How can he tell her that she is about to become the bride of the crown prince of Camelot? How can he tell her that she was the wager in a game between him and the prince? How can he tell her that he failed to defend her pride? How can he tell that he lost?
“Father?”
“Guinevere.” He seems resigned. He sighs and Gwen notices his tiredness. His face is drawn and his smile looks false. Gwen is scared. Something is wrong with her father and she doesn’t know how to find out from him because Tom is known to be an excellent secret keeper. She has to use another method to dig the truth from her father.
“What is the matter father? bạn look as if you’ve seen a ghost!” Gwen jokes, tugging her father’s hand. She has to try something.
Another fake smile escapes Tom’s lips. “No, Guinevere. I am tired, that’s all. And hungry,” he lies. He isn’t hungry, he doesn’t have an appetite to eat hoặc drink anything. After what happened, he just needs to lie down and rethink everything from the beginning because all that happened seems unnaturally vague to him. He is still confused and bitterly angry with himself. And if he allows himself to talk his tim, trái tim out with his daughter, he is afraid he might cry and worse confide the incident. No, not now. Guinevere deserves some happiness first and he needs to ponder the situation. His mind is still spinning and he needs a good rest.
Gwen smiles at him. “Sure, Father … what would bạn like?”
“Anything sweetheart,” Tom caresses his daughter’s cheek and looks at her warmly. Gwen smiles again and leaves him to attend to her dishes while Tom drags himself to the table. He sits down and sighs. He wonders if he should tell his daughter what happened. What if she gets angry with him? What if she decides to end her bond with him? What if…
“Father, bạn saw Gwaine, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” Tom looks up in shock.
“Gwaine, he’s back. bạn saw him, didn’t you?” Gwen asks again, looking at her father while working on her dish.
Tom thinks a moment before widening his eyes. “Ahh … yes, I did. Gwaine. He has changed so much I barely recognised him at first. I sent him over to the market. He found you?”
“Yes, Father!” Gwen waves her hand in excitement. “We talked all ngày and he đã đưa ý kiến he will come bởi tomorrow to see you. He đã đưa ý kiến he brought gifts with him for bạn and me,” she các câu trả lời with smile. “He’s grown handsome, father. He no longer resembles the skinny kid everyone used to make fun of. He is dashing and would fit in as a knight anytime. I am sure women are going to swoon after him now,” Gwen nods and laughs. She turns back to work on her dishes.
“Yes, yes … I did notice that,” Tom says and stops. An idea pops up in his mind and he licks his dry lips anxiously. Wait a một phút … what if? Will it work, he asks himself. He watches Gwen working on her súp and ponders his idea. What will she say? Does she have the same thought as he does? Maybe it’s worth a try and it will save so many lives. He should suggest to Gwen about his idea and find out what she’s thinking. Looking at Gwen, he calls her name.
“Yes, Father?” She turns around her again, wiping her hands on her apron. She waits for his response.
Tom sighs and looks at his daughter a while before asking, “What do bạn think of Gwaine?”
“What do bạn mean, Father?”
“How do bạn … urmm, see him?”
“Gwaine is my friend. My good friend. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him and him for me. I missed him very much, that much is true.”
“Just that. I mean, is that all bạn see him as? A friend?” Tom asks again, clasping his fingers together. Gwen eyes her father with suspicion. Her father is behaving disturbingly different today. Ever since he came trang chủ after his visit to the tavern, he’s been uneasy. Gwen has never seen her father like this before. He used to behave erratically when he drank but that was before. He has promised and so far been good to his words. But why is he uneasy today? It’s as if he is keeping a secret from her. And it’s making her anxious.
“What is wrong, Father? Are bạn ill hoặc something? Why are bạn speaking like this?” Gwen laughs and works on her bread.
Tom realizes Gwen is beginning to suspect him and he needs to keep his own cool. He must put his words carefully so that she will not suspect anything. “I need to know, Guinevere.”
“Fine, Gwaine is my friend and that’s how he stands in my heart. I cannot see him beyond that. I think he các lượt xem me the same way, too. All our lives, we’ve been together as Những người bạn and nothing else. Any tình yêu for him is like what I would feel for a brother.”
“Why don’t bạn like him?” Tom sounds disappointed.
“Huh?”
“Why don’t bạn like him, Guinevere … view him differently?”
“Meaning?” Her father’s words are getting bizarre as the conversation flows by.
“Why can’t bạn fall in tình yêu with him, Guinevere?”
Gwen laughs. She stops working on the bánh mỳ, bánh mì and looks at her father, tears in her eyes because of laughing so hard and shakes her head. “What is this, Father? Of course not. I can’t…” she continues laughing.
“Why not? He knows bạn inside and out, Guinevere. He understands and complements bạn well. bạn could never find a better person than him. Perhaps you’re not opening up to him? hoặc maybe he has feelings for bạn and you’re not listening to him?”
Gwen’s laughter stops and senses something is terribly wrong with her father. She lays the thìa, cây dùi, spatula in her hand down and moves closer to him. Tom turns around, refusing to meet his daughter’s eyes. Gwen circles the bàn and grabs him bởi the shoulder and forces him to look at her. “Father?”
“Guinevere, listen …” he grabs his daughter bởi the shoulder. “Gwaine is a fine gentleman and a good friend. He would take good care of you. Trust me, bạn and him would be happy forever. Why not consider marrying him?”
“Father!” Gwen steps away from her father and laughs. She doesn’t know why she laughs. Is it because the statement is absurd and completely mind blowing hoặc is it because her father is insanely fixated on her and Gwaine? “This is absurd. What is wrong you? I have never seen bạn behave hoặc talk like this before. What happene at the tavern?” she eyes him suspiciously. “Whom did bạn meet?”
“I met no one Guinevere, but after meeting with Gwaine, I feel I can trust him to take care of bạn …” Tom quickly covers himself up. He knows Gwen is starting to doubt him and if she finds out, he will be in trouble.
Gwen laughs again, holding her stomach. Her curls dangle as she shakes her head. “Wait till Gwaine hears this … oh, Father. Before I forget. I am not sure if you’ve heard this already but the prince is getting married.”
Now its Tom’s turn to be surprised. “Arthur?”
“Yes, finally and about time too. He is getting married and the celebration to mark his wedding will get started tomorrow.” Gwen heads back to her cooking. “Me and Gwaine … Father, bạn must joking,” she whispers to herself.
Tom’s not listening to his daughter. ‘Getting married?’ he thinks. ‘What does Guinevere means bởi getting married? Arthur made the proposal a while cách đây and Guinevere knows about it all ready? Does she know whom Arthur is getting married to?’
“The Queen rewarded everyone at the lâu đài with new clothing as her token of her happiness. Keira was here a while ago, asking me to sew her dress with the new material. She đã đưa ý kiến everyone is overjoyed with the news.”
‘The Queen knows about it as well? They knew about this before Arthur made the proposal? But how … how … No!’ Tom’s eyes widen. ‘Wait … was this trap? Perhaps, Arthur laid the plan for him to walk on and trapped him. He knew how to trap Tom and he played his cards well. He had it all planned before. Maybe that’s why Sir Balinor’s son looked disappointed after the announcement was made! Merlin knew something was up to no good. And this is it! Tom is trapped and now he has no choice but to oblige!’
“Father!”
“Huh? Oh … yes, Guinevere?”
“I sense something is terribly wrong with bạn today. bạn look …”
“Gwen, there is something I need to tell you. It’s important bạn listen to me carefully and please don’t think I did this knowingly. No, I would never do this to you. I tình yêu bạn very much and never want to see any harm done to you. But forgive me, love. I believe I have dome something really stupid and I am afraid bạn must chịu, gấu the consequences of my irrational actions.” Tom gets to his feet.
“Father, what on ….”
“Come here, Gwen.” He walks around the table, nears Gwen and grabs her hand. He pulls her towards the bàn again.
“Father …”
“Shhh. Listen, Guinevere. Sit down, please.” He holds her chair for her, circles and gets back to his own side of the bàn and sits down. He takes in a huge gulp of air. Reaching out and clasping her hands tightly, he sighs and closes his eye. “Guinevere,” he opens his eye and Gwen notices her father’s eyes are moist. She opens her mouth to câu hỏi but he beats her to it. “Today at the tavern, the prince and his friend came by.”
Gwen’s tim, trái tim sinks. Her stomach churns. Whatever words she wanted to ask her father died on her tongue. ‘The prince? Arthur?’ she thinks. ‘Why was he there for? To make his announcement?’ she thinks in disappointment. ‘Why am I disappointed?’ she asks herself.
“His friend, Sir Balinor’s son…”
“Merlin?” Gwen’s eyes widen.
“Yes, that lad. Jerome was teasing him all ngày and it riled him up. And in the end, Jerome went overboard with his teasing and was challenged to the game of checkers to prove his worth. But instead of playing the game himself, he asked me to play Merlin. He đã đưa ý kiến he will forget all the debts I owed him and being the greedy man I am, I agreed. And I also underestimated the lad, who happens to be the best player like Prince Arthur claimed. We played with wagers, but it was Jerome’s idea …” Tom says quickly as Gwen stares at him. “I told him to play the game and let it finish but he wanted the knight’s sword so he insisted on a wager. Unfortunately I Mất tích and Jerome Mất tích the sword. But that didn’t stop him … he kept pushing me to play until I won something for him. And finally when I Mất tích all the rounds, he made me place my own wager in the final round.”
“Father, why do I sense something really terrible is about to come up?”
“Guinevere, please … just let me finish.” Tom pleads and squeezes Gwen’s hand. “I wouldn’t have done it if that idiot Jerome didn’t pick a fight with me. Unfortunately the game could not be forfeited because we were already half way through, and like it not, I was asked to place my wager. I didn’t have anything so the prince was kind enough to let me play and set the wager later. But I Mất tích again and didn’t have anything to give, so …” he pauses and drops his gaze.
Gwen’s tim, trái tim thumps. “SO?”
“The prince set the wager himself. He asked …” Tom looks up slowly “You.”
Gwen pushed the bench back and stands up, removing her hand from her father’s. “What do bạn mean father? What do bạn mean bởi …?”
“He asked to marry bạn Guinevere and I đã đưa ý kiến … yes.”
“NO!! Father … no!!” Gwen steps back and cups her cheeks. Her stomach is churning and her tim, trái tim thumping wildly. Her mind is dizzying and she doesn’t know what to think hoặc say. “NO!!!”
“Guinevere … I am so sorry.”
But she isn’t listening to him. She is in her own thoughts. The prince asked to marry her? But how can that be? Didn’t they just announce he will be getting married so how can he ask for her when … Wait!! Wait a minute. That announcement … was it about her? Did he decide on her before asking her father? Wait … no … wait a minute! Gwen grabs the sides of her head and crumbles, sitting down on the floor. Tom rushes to her, his face panicked.
“Guinevere.”
“Father, what is this all about? I …” her voice quivers as she looks at him.
“Guinevere, I know it must be hard for bạn to accept, but …”
“It doesn’t make any sense at all!” Gwen shouts at her father in frustration and buries her face in her hands. “I don’t understand!” her fingers are trembling and she’s having a hard time trying to conceal her face. Tears are welling up in her eyes and she chokes back her anger. This is her father and she can’t release her emotions on him, no matter what he has done. She has him and only him in her life and he only has her. She sniffs and tries to calm herself. Something doesn’t feel right here. She is troubled bởi the way the Queen’s announcement contradicts with Arthur’s. Is her father hiding something else from her? Is there thêm to this mess that she should know?
Tom understands the pain Guinevere is going through. And he knows he will have to accept any backlash that comes his way. He strokes her hair softly. She looks up at him, her eyes flickering with pain. She sighs and breathes hard. “Guinevere …” he starts.
“What are bạn saying, Father? Arthur asked for me? But what about the announcement this morning, saying he is getting married? It’s all over Camelot and now bạn are saying he asked for me? I am sure the Queen wouldn’t have announced about the wedding if Arthur didn’t agree. This is confusing … please, I beg bạn … tell me what really happened.”
Tom bites his lips. “I don’t understand that part myself, but when the prince asked me for your hand, he didn’t tell me about the news his mother was spreading. He asked me to part with bạn and promised to make bạn happy. I couldn’t do anything because bạn were the wager. And the prince asked to marry bạn … besides the crowd…”
“You should have asked me first, Father!” Gwen hisses.
Here we go. Tom knows it was coming only he didn’t know when. “I know, but …”
“Yes Father. I was the wager. He is the prince. I know all that, but bạn should have at least được trao me the dignity of letting me speak for myself rather than being sold like a slave,” she snaps again and feels guilty doing so. Tears streak down her cheek and she thumbs them off.
“Guinevere! I would never do that to bạn and neither did I think of bạn like that … don’t bạn ever think yourself unworthy!” her father scolds. “I had no choice, Guinevere. I was involved in this mess bởi chance and I really didn’t think it’d end up like this. I am unfortunate in this, like you. But please don’t look down on yourself, dear … bạn are not worthless.”
“Father,” Gwen sighs and holds up her hand, silencing her father. “I understand you’d been asked to play against your wishes and unfortunately the prince asked for me, but couldn’t bạn at least được trao me a thought and told the prince that you’d seek my decision on this? Was I such a small thing that bạn could disregard me so easily? bạn gave your words for me but it’s my life, Father. I know and I understand that bạn are my father, but I am also a person. Someone with tim, trái tim and feelings …. What bạn did today is …”
“Enough Guinevere … please.” Tom doesn’t want to listen to what will follow next.
“No father, it’s not enough. Because it hurts. It hurts to know that I’m being wagered in a game where the winner will decide how my future and life will end up. It hurts to know that the person bạn hold dear to your tim, trái tim lets bạn down. It hurts to know that the prince eventually gets his wishes.” Tears starts to flush down uncontrollably down her cheek. Gwen’s lips quiver and she stops thumbing off the tears. Her tim, trái tim aches and she feels cheap. And useless.
“I am sorry, Guinevere.”
“Sorry.” She mocks his apology, laughing bitterly. “That’s a huge word to use.”
Her words pierce him and he sits down beside her. Gwen looks at her father and feels sad. She didn’t want to hurt him yet she is hurt herself. She is angry and doesn’t know whom should she be angry with. Is it her father? Arthur? Herself? Her father looks dejected and she sighs, closing her eyes.
“If there is anything I could do to undo the mess I put bạn in, Guinevere … I would do it. Even if it cost my life. I swear,” Tom says sadly, still looking down on the floor.
Gwen cries. Fresh tears starts rolling down her cheek. Her tim, trái tim aches and it shreds in pain to watch her father like this.
“I want bạn to be happy, Guinevere. When the prince đã đưa ý kiến he wanted you, I would have đã đưa ý kiến no even if it meant I would have to end up in the dungeon all my life. But then he đã đưa ý kiến he wished to marry you, and the prospect of getting bạn a life beyond my imagination tempted me to agree with him. He offered happiness and I know I could never get bạn life of this sort even if I dreamt of it. And the crowd at the tavern, some mentioned positive words about this opportunity, and after thinking everything over, I decided that it would be best for you. But I know now that I was wrong to decide your life for you, Guinevere. I should have respected your wishes and asked your thoughts on this. I am sorry, dear. I realized my error after I made the agreement with the prince. That should explain why I turned up here looking guilty. I am sorry … I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please don’t … hate me.”
Gwen turns towards her father and reaches out to him, embracing him. “I’m sorry, Father,” she says in between her tears. “I am so sorry, Father. I have been selfish. I thought of just myself and ignored your feelings. How hurt bạn must have been… I’m sorry, Father.”
“No, I am sorry, dear. I shouldn’t have decided your life for you.”
“What can we do, Father? We are the prince’s subjects and to refuse him will have bạn penalized. And I can’t chịu, gấu living without you.”
Tom pushes Gwen back gently and clips her chin. “No, there is a way. I asked bạn about Gwaine and I have a reason. Marry him, Guinevere, and leave Camelot. Arthur will not find you. Besides, bạn will be legally married.”
“Father, please!” Gwen shakes her head. “Gwaine and I … we can’t and we don’t … see ourselves in such position.”
“But, Guinevere …”
“Father, if bạn let me leave with Gwaine, bạn will still be caught and imprisoned, maybe even executed. I can never have that. bạn are the only family I have, Father. I don’t want to lose bạn and I don’t want to leave Camelot because I would be leaving you,” she says and sighs. “What’s done is done and there is nothing much we can do about that. I will accept what’s been promised and dealt between the prince and you, father. But I will not see bạn penalized so don’t try to do anything stupid.”
“But your happiness …”
“I will leave it upon fate, father. Let us see what it has for us.”
“I’m sorry, dear.”
“And I am too, Father … I am.”
“Merlin?” Morgana pokes her head inside Merlin’s chamber and finds him sitting bởi the window, staring out.
“Merlin?”
He turns around to see his sister. He is sad and doesn’t hide his sadness. “Hmm?”
“Can I come in, please?”
“Hmm.” And he goes back to stare out of the window, hugging himself.
Morgana steps in, closes the door behind her softly knowing well not to disturb her mother at this hour. Her father has left Camelot on a mission with the other knights and will not be back until tomorrow. She walks softly towards her brother. Lifting her áo choàng so that she will not step on it, she moves to his right and leans against the wall, looking at him.
“What is it, Morgana?” He asks without turning to look at her.
“What’s wrong, Merlin?”
“What do bạn mean what is wrong? Nothing is wrong, why does something has to be wrong with me all the time? hoặc why does everyone thinks I’m always in the wrong?”
Morgana chuckles softly. “Since when have bạn started talking like old man Kiefer?”
Merlin sighs and remains silent but he never looks at his sister. Morgana reaches out and squeezes his shoulder.
“Come on, Merlin, what is troubling you? I know bạn are upset because bạn are not yourself right now and it is there for all to see on your face. What happened?”
Merlin sighs and turns around. He is sad, and like Morgana said, it’s there for all to notice. “I’m just sick, fed up with Arthur’s attitude, frustrated not being able to change anything, angry at myself for being such a coward and gutted with everything happening right now!” he tells his sister. “I am sick, Morgana, disgusted and sick to the core!”
“Merlin, what happened?”
“Arthur wants to marry Gwen, Morgana. And he asked her father directly.”
“What? What did her father say?”
“He đã đưa ý kiến yes.”
“Merlin!! That’s … oh, what kind of a father would let his daughter endure lifelong unhappiness with someone she doesn’t like? Poor Gwen … oh my God.” Morgana shakes her head sadly.
“Tom had no choice, Morgana. Gwen’s future was wagered on a game of checkers. He was well trapped and that poor man didn’t know what was coming at him. He was a victim in this like everyone else. He had no choice, he had to agree.”
“Care to be thêm precise, Merlin?”
Merlin scratches his head and leans against the wall. “Arthur asked me to accompany him to the village to meet the blacksmith, Tom. He plans to marry Gwen and wanted to ask her father directly, so I chose to accompany him for their sake. I hate to see both father and daughter facing unnecessary penalty for Arthur’s condescending behaviour. But once reaching the village, we went to the tavern and met Tom. But his drunken friend riled me up with issues I’d like to forget and challenged me to the game of checkers. And with Arthur supporting me, I accepted, not knowing I was helping set the trap. The game went on for hours and in each round, I won. When there was no thêm wagers for the stupid friend of Tom’s to place, he asked Tom to place his. That poor man had nothing, so Arthur used the opportunity to seize his chance and asked for Gwen instead.”
“What on …”
“Arthur asked to marry Gwen and since it was a wager, Tom had no choice but to accept the offer. Arthur is thrilled and made his announcement a bit ago, to his parents,” Merlin says in frustration and punches the tường softly. “What sickens me is that he used me to get his task done, Morgana!! I mean … this is disgusting!!”
“Oh, I am so sorry, Merlin. This is maddening! Using the life and future of a woman as wager is … outrageous! No matter what they say, this is completely stupid! Why does Arthur want to marry Gwen? It doesn’t make any sense, unless he loves her. But does he?”
“Morgana, I’m through with that issue. He claims not to tình yêu her, yet he wants to marry her and gives me rubbish for reasons! He plans to have his revenge for all the humiliation she caused him. He wants to keep her in the castle, owning her and restricting her freedom so that she’ll be reminded to whom she belongs every day! He claims he doesn’t tình yêu her, but I think he does … I can sense it from the way his eyes flicker each time he speaks of her. He denies it … yet, the way he wants to posses her is atrocious. I feel disgusted, and I don’t think I can look Gwen in the eye again. Not after this.”
“Oh,” Morgana sighs and shakes her head. “Poor Gwen, how hurt she must be when she learns this.” Morgana feels sorry for Gwen. “What Arthur did is … despicable indeed.”
“It is, Morgana. I didn’t realize the plan and if I did probably I would have worked on something. But it’s too late now. The agreement is set and the marriage will go on as planned.”
“But what about Gwen?”
“She has no choice, Morgana. She loves her father very much and for him alone, she will sacrifice herself to this marriage. But I fear about her future. I fear she will be broken. I don’t know how to console her hoặc make her feel less hurt than she already does.”
“Me too, but I will meet her tomorrow and tell her what happened. She will understand.”
“You’ll do that?” Merlin looks at Morgana with hope. He values Gwen’s friendship and above all he wants her to know that he still holds on to the promise he made to her. Thanks to Arthur, he fears what Gwen thinks of him.
“Yes. Now stop worrying and get some sleep. It will ease your mind off this issue for a while. We will talk about this at length tomorrow,” Morgana assures her brother.
“I will, but I doubt sleep will come easy.”
“Some things happen for a reason, Brother … I am sure of this. Let’s be patient and watch how this actually ends up.” Morgana tells her brother.
“I really hope you’re right ..” Merlin finishes.
“NO!!!!” Elena shouts and lifts a bronze vase in her hand, aiming it towards her father.
“Elena, please …” Agravaine holds out his hand and steps back. “Listen …” he looks back and steps carefully, avoiding crashing against the table.
“NO!!! bạn cheated me!!!” she tells him in between her tears. “You lied to me all these years. bạn gave me false hope … I hate you. NO!!!!” and she heaves the vase towards him.
Agravaine ducks to the side and avoids the vase. It crashes against the window and breaks it. The shards falls on the floor and on Agravaine like rain drops.
“ARGHH!!” Elena shouts again and pumps her fist at the sides of her thigh.
“Elena, please …” her father tries again, but she isn’t listening to him. She looks around and searches for something else to throw as Agravaine picks himself up from the floor. He has to stop her from breaking any thêm things in her chamber. He isn’t worried about the things she broke but about Elena herself. He is frightened she might hurt herself.
“You promised me Arthur when I was a child, and till now, I have loved no one but him. And now bạn are telling me he is getting married to someone else!! No, father. I will not let this be … I will destroy the woman he will be marrying,” she says as tears runs down her cheek. She picks up a heavy statue and throws it at the door. The statue breaks into two. “I hate all of you!! LIARS!!”
“Elena dear, please listen to me. It’s not like what bạn think!”
“Then what is it, Father?” she sits down on the floor and sobs hysterically. “What?”
Agravaine sighs and walks towards his daughter. Sitting down opposite her, he takes her hand in his and gently pats it. Elena sobs. He understands her grief and knows why she is reacting in this disturbing behaviour. She loves Arthur and been devoting her life to him, worshipping him. She wants nothing but to marry him and become his queen. And now when her father tells her about Arthur’s marriage to Gwen, it breaks her heart. Of course, he hasn’t told her the real news yet but she’s hardly được trao him an opportunity. She started reacting when she heard about the marriage. And Agravaine haven’t the chance to sit and properly talk to his daughter.
“Elena.”
“WHAT!!” she pulls her hand away from him and sobs. “I hate to see your face, Father. Leave me alone!”
“I understand bạn are angry, disappointed with this news but let me assure you, it is not what it seems. There is thêm to this than meets this eye. Just allow me to explain.”
Elena keeps quiet.
“Elena, according to Dolma, Arthur’s first wife will die after the marriage. That marriage will not give him the long lasting happiness everyone craves for. In fact, it will end in death. But Arthur will remarry and that is the marriage that’ll chịu, gấu him lasting happiness with his soulmate. I can’t have bạn dead, Elena. So, we decided to marry him off to someone unimportant and when she’s dead, bạn will marry Arthur and become his queen, like bạn wanted. That’s why your aunt and I decided to carry on with this arrangement. We never meant to cheat hoặc hurt you, Elena … trust us.”
Elena looks at her father. “Is this true? All bạn said?”
“One hundred percent. I would not lie to you, Elena.” Agravaine recaptures his daughter’s hand. “We are doing this for your own good and Arthur is still yours. Please don’t be hasty. Everything is working out well.”
Elena wipes her eyes and sighs. “Fine, Father. I believe you, but if this is a lie … I will kill her!”
“Elena …”
“I swear this, Father. Arthur is mine and mine alone. If bạn are lying, will kill his wife!”
“Maybe we should send Tristan and Balinor to Medethenor to find out the news of their ailing king. I haven’t heard from them for a long time. I could use their allegiance during difficult times and if not, their friendship. It’s worrying not to hear from them all this while,” Uther says, forking his carrots.
Opposite him, his wife, Queen Katrina Pendragon, nods, sipping her wine. “That must be done immediately Uther. King Galicka and his wife are some of Camelot’s finest allies and Những người bạn too. If something is wrong with them, we must help them immediately.”
But before Uther can reply, there is a knock on the door. He looks at Katrina. “Who could that be?”
“Surely they know this is a private moment for us, don’t they?” she replies. The knock comes in again. Katrina opens her mouth to answer but Uther holds out his hand, stopping her.
“Yes?” Uther asks, sipping his wine. Katrina wipes her mouth.
“It’s Arthur.” The answer from the other side of the door was short.
Uther and his wife exchanges glance with one another. Uther các câu hỏi her with his eyes and she shrugs her shoulders, indicating she doesn’t know why Arthur is asking for an audience with them at this hour. Uther nods and turns back towards the door. “Come in.”
The door opens and Arthur walks in, striding proudly. Behind him, Merlin follows quietly. Arthur walks right up to the bàn and nods respectfully to his parents, but avoids looking at his father. He turns towards his mother instead.
“Yes, Arthur?” Katrina asks.
“Father, Mother … I have an announcement to make. I have decided to get married,” Arthur announces.
Katrina smiles happily and immediately pushes back the chair and gets up. She walks towards her son and hugs him. “This is wonderful, Arthur. Truly wonderful news.”
Uther’s tim, trái tim soars happily. This is the news he has been waiting to hear for weeks after he asked Katrina to look a bride for his son. Whatever she did hoặc told him, it worked well because she did what no one else managed to do: persuade Arthur to settle down and get married. And now, his son is ready and very soon he will resume his responsibility and take the throne, easing Uther’s burden. He leans against the chair and smiles, clasping his hands together in relief.
Katrina releases Arthur and caresses her son’s cheek. “Thank you,” she says and pecks his cheek. She looks beyond Arthur and notes Uther watching them with a smile on his face. She looks back at Arthur. “Tell your father.”
“Mother …” Arthur starts to protest but Katrina presses her finger to his lips, silencing him.
“Now, Arthur …” she says determinedly and Arthur understands what she means. Like it hoặc not, he has to oblige hoặc he will have to start coming up with các câu trả lời for her later on. Arching his brows in amusement, he nods.
“Fine. For you, Mother.” Arthur sighs and turns around to meet his father. Clearing his throat, he walks towards Uther and stands with his hands firmly on the hilt of his sword. “Father,” he acknowledges the king.
“Arthur.”
“I have decided to oblige to your condition and consider marriage, just as bạn and mother wished,” Arthur says, looking at his father’s hand rather than the king’s face. ‘God, why is it so hard to speak to my own father.’ He thinks to himself. “I am ready … Father.”
“That is wonderful, Arthur. I am happy,” Uther says. ‘Look at me, Arthur, I am your father. What have I done wrong?’ Uther looks at his son, his face a little sad. “I couldn’t have asked for better news today, thank you.”
Arthur trails his sight from his father’s hand and towards Uther’s face. He forces a smile and nods in respect and then falls silent. Both father and son look at each other’s faces, unable to carry on with the conversation. Arthur looks uncomfortable in his father’s presence while Uther looks like he is expecting thêm from his son. But in the end, they both remain silent. Thankfully Katrina saves the day.
“I am so happy for you, Arthur. Like your father says, there couldn’t be any happier news than this. bạn have found a bride of your choosing?” Katrina asks, coming up behind Arthur and scooping her arm around his.
“His own choosing? What does that mean?” Uther asks, not getting the point.
Arthur ignores his father and turns to his mother, nodding with a curvy smile. “Yes mother. As a matter of fact, I have.”
“Then tell your father, Arthur. I believe he is as excited as I am to learn about her.”
Arthur cannot believe it. ‘Why do I have to tell him?’ he thinks. He leans closer to his mother and whispers. “Mother, I think bạn should tell him. It will sound much better.”
“Arthur, we made a promise and I don’t want bạn to break it now. So be a good man and tell your father about her.” Katrina whispers back.
“Is something wrong?” Uther asks.
“No Uther, everything’s fine. Arthur has something important to tell you, but he doesn’t know how, that’s all,” Katrina helps, turning Arthur around to meet Uther.
Arthur turns back to his father. Swallowing hard, he sighs and clears his throat. “I have met someone whom I believe will make a good wife and daughter-in-law to both of you. Her name is Guinevere. She is a peasant and the daughter of the blacksmith Tom. I wish to marry her, Father.”
Katrina smiles at Uther. But the king doesn’t return the smile. Instead he looks surprised.
Uther looks at Arthur for a long time. ‘A blacksmith’s daughter? Will the council accept this? Will the royal dignitaries validate the marriage? What will my allies and foes alike say of this? Will my ancestors bless this marriage? Will my father approve this marriage?’
“Father?”
“Uh? Oh … urm …” Uther looks at Arthur as if he is looking at him for the first time. His words, whatever he means to say to his son, stay glued on his tongue. His mind is still working like crazy over Arthur’s statement, unable to digest hoặc let it sink in. He searches for an answer.
“You doubt her? Guinevere?” Arthur asks bluntly. Beside him, Katrina waits and listens patiently.
“Urm no Arthur, I don’t doubt her at all,”
“Then why do I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming?” Arthur asks again, clenching his jaw. Katrina clasps Arthur’s hand, calming him.
Uther sighs and shakes his head. “Arthur, not again … please. We hardly finish any conversation without bickering.”
“Then don’t tempt me, Father. I am merely announcing my marriage news to bạn and mother. I am not seeking any approval because my tim, trái tim and my mind are set. This girl will be my wife regardless of your approval. She will be your daughter-in-law!”
“Arthur, please …” Katrina says.
“It’s all right Katrina. It’s all right. Let him be,” Uther tells his wife, waving her interruption off. Looking back at Arthur, he says “Arthur … I don’t doubt anyone here. I am happy for bạn and this girl. Genuinely yes, but I am thinking of what the council might say of this.”
“Why? Because she is a blacksmith’s daughter?”
“You know the rules,” the king starts but Arthur cuts him off first.
“And bạn are the king, father! Change the damn rules and let me marry someone I like rather than someone who’s basically here to produce an heir for the throne!” Arthur raises his voice.
Uther looks stunned bởi the statement.
“Don’t look so stunned, Father. Those princesses your Những người bạn came here to offer, they might be beautiful, educated and highly regarded but they are not wife material. They don’t come close to my Guinevere, and trust me,” Arthur snorts, “they never will.” Turning to his mother, “You will tình yêu her, Mother, believe me. She is the epitome of all daughters-in-law, one any mother would wish for. When bạn meet her, you’ll understand.” Arthur turns back to his father. “I am sorry to say this, Father, but those princesses might have been good in my giường but they would not be good bởi my side. They expect fame, power and wealth from this marriage, and might I add, satisfaction at night. But Guinevere is different. She expects nothing, and she’s bold, Father. bạn should witness the way she defends her father! She’s understanding, honest, smart, defiant … I could go on all ngày describing her but, to sum her up; she’s the full scale mô tả of an ideal wife … those princesses, sadly, are not.”
“But, Arthur …”
“Father, if I want a whore I know where to get one. But I need a wife and that wife will be Guinevere!” Arthur snaps.
“Arthur!” Katrina scolds, tugging his hand. “Is that any way to speak to your father?”
“I was merely making him understand!” Arthur points to his father. But Katrina eyes him angrily.
“Apologise immediately!”
“Mother…”
“Now!” Katrina hisses.
“Katrina… it’s all right. He has a point.” Uther stops his wife. “Leave him.”
“But Uther, did bạn notice the way he was speaking to you?”
“He has a point, Katrina, and I’m quite use to his temper bởi now,” Uther says, shaking his head. “Thank you.”
Katrina shakes her head, releases Arthur’s hand and goes back to her position at the table. She pulls the chair back a little and sits down, her eyes fixed on Arthur.
Arthur waits.
“Arthur,” Uther begins. “I understand your feelings for this girl and from the way bạn described her, I can tell your tim, trái tim is completely set for her. So, there is nothing anyone can do to change that. I don’t doubt bạn hoặc her, I was merely thinking of all the các câu hỏi I will need to answer about this marriage. Simple as that. And I hope bạn understand this, Arthur, this marriage will go on, I give bạn my word, but it will not be as quick hoặc easy like bạn expect. There are some counsels I need to make, rules and protocols looked into and discussed, certain people among the dignitaries whom I need to assure, but nevertheless, it will happen. And … yes, bạn need a wife not a damsel in distress. And we need a daughter-in-law, not a mindless puppet who expects to be controlled. You’re right about that one, Arthur. I am sorry for taking such a moment to tell bạn this, but I do not doubt your choice, I was thinking of ways to make this marriage work without causing any troubles,” Uther finishes.
Arthur’s tiếp theo action stuns even him. He rushes to his father, kneels down and reaches out and clasps the king’s hand and bows his head, closing his eyes. “Thank bạn very much, Father.” He reaches up and embraces the king.
Uther is in shock while Katrina smiles happily. Behind them, Merlin watches the drama quietly.
Arthur realizes what he’s done after a moment and releases his father. ‘What did I just do?’ he thinks quickly and looks down at himself. He is still kneeling. ‘I hugged my father?’ he thinks again and scurries up. He gets back up to his feet and waits for his father’s response.
Uther, who happens to be in shock as well, straightens up. “I’ll talk to the council members tomorrow and get back to you. But I assure you, this wedding will take place.”
“Thank you, Father, Mother. I bid bạn both good night.” Arthur bows respectfully and leaves. He walks towards Merlin and taps his friend on the shoulder. “Come on, Merlin.”
“Good night, your highnesses,” Merlin bows and follows Arthur out. He closes the door as he leaves.
“Uther?”
“Yes?”
“Are bạn all right?” Katrina asks.
“About?”
“About this marriage? Are bạn sure bạn can work it out for him?”
Uther smiles. “Katrina, this is our son’s wedding. And nothing is thêm important to me than his happiness. And if he sees his happiness lies with the blacksmith’s daughter, then so be it. I’ll accept anyone Arthur’s tim, trái tim is set upon as my daughter-in-law. And I will make sure the wedding happens because I hate to see him broken.”
“Yes, but what about the protocols?”
“Katrina, I am the king of Camelot and I set the rules and protocols. If I need to alter hoặc bend the rules for Arthur to get married, I will bởi all means do that. Because he is my son and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”
“Oh Uther, for a while there I thought you’ll refuse to give your approval. I am so happy and proud of you. Thank you.”
“No, my love, thank bạn for making this actually happen,” Uther says and raises his goblet. “To you, my queen,” he says and drinks the wine. Katrina smiles and drinks hers.
Tom opens the door and steps inside. Guinevere is working on a cloth and the moment she hears her father, she looks up. Her golden face beams in the light of the candles around her.
“Father!” she puts down the cloth she is working on and rushes to him. “What happened? Are bạn all right?” she asks him, holding his hand in hers. “I was worried about you! What took bạn this long?”
Tom looks at her and feigns a smile. How can he tell her that she is about to become the bride of the crown prince of Camelot? How can he tell her that she was the wager in a game between him and the prince? How can he tell her that he failed to defend her pride? How can he tell that he lost?
“Father?”
“Guinevere.” He seems resigned. He sighs and Gwen notices his tiredness. His face is drawn and his smile looks false. Gwen is scared. Something is wrong with her father and she doesn’t know how to find out from him because Tom is known to be an excellent secret keeper. She has to use another method to dig the truth from her father.
“What is the matter father? bạn look as if you’ve seen a ghost!” Gwen jokes, tugging her father’s hand. She has to try something.
Another fake smile escapes Tom’s lips. “No, Guinevere. I am tired, that’s all. And hungry,” he lies. He isn’t hungry, he doesn’t have an appetite to eat hoặc drink anything. After what happened, he just needs to lie down and rethink everything from the beginning because all that happened seems unnaturally vague to him. He is still confused and bitterly angry with himself. And if he allows himself to talk his tim, trái tim out with his daughter, he is afraid he might cry and worse confide the incident. No, not now. Guinevere deserves some happiness first and he needs to ponder the situation. His mind is still spinning and he needs a good rest.
Gwen smiles at him. “Sure, Father … what would bạn like?”
“Anything sweetheart,” Tom caresses his daughter’s cheek and looks at her warmly. Gwen smiles again and leaves him to attend to her dishes while Tom drags himself to the table. He sits down and sighs. He wonders if he should tell his daughter what happened. What if she gets angry with him? What if she decides to end her bond with him? What if…
“Father, bạn saw Gwaine, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” Tom looks up in shock.
“Gwaine, he’s back. bạn saw him, didn’t you?” Gwen asks again, looking at her father while working on her dish.
Tom thinks a moment before widening his eyes. “Ahh … yes, I did. Gwaine. He has changed so much I barely recognised him at first. I sent him over to the market. He found you?”
“Yes, Father!” Gwen waves her hand in excitement. “We talked all ngày and he đã đưa ý kiến he will come bởi tomorrow to see you. He đã đưa ý kiến he brought gifts with him for bạn and me,” she các câu trả lời with smile. “He’s grown handsome, father. He no longer resembles the skinny kid everyone used to make fun of. He is dashing and would fit in as a knight anytime. I am sure women are going to swoon after him now,” Gwen nods and laughs. She turns back to work on her dishes.
“Yes, yes … I did notice that,” Tom says and stops. An idea pops up in his mind and he licks his dry lips anxiously. Wait a một phút … what if? Will it work, he asks himself. He watches Gwen working on her súp and ponders his idea. What will she say? Does she have the same thought as he does? Maybe it’s worth a try and it will save so many lives. He should suggest to Gwen about his idea and find out what she’s thinking. Looking at Gwen, he calls her name.
“Yes, Father?” She turns around her again, wiping her hands on her apron. She waits for his response.
Tom sighs and looks at his daughter a while before asking, “What do bạn think of Gwaine?”
“What do bạn mean, Father?”
“How do bạn … urmm, see him?”
“Gwaine is my friend. My good friend. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him and him for me. I missed him very much, that much is true.”
“Just that. I mean, is that all bạn see him as? A friend?” Tom asks again, clasping his fingers together. Gwen eyes her father with suspicion. Her father is behaving disturbingly different today. Ever since he came trang chủ after his visit to the tavern, he’s been uneasy. Gwen has never seen her father like this before. He used to behave erratically when he drank but that was before. He has promised and so far been good to his words. But why is he uneasy today? It’s as if he is keeping a secret from her. And it’s making her anxious.
“What is wrong, Father? Are bạn ill hoặc something? Why are bạn speaking like this?” Gwen laughs and works on her bread.
Tom realizes Gwen is beginning to suspect him and he needs to keep his own cool. He must put his words carefully so that she will not suspect anything. “I need to know, Guinevere.”
“Fine, Gwaine is my friend and that’s how he stands in my heart. I cannot see him beyond that. I think he các lượt xem me the same way, too. All our lives, we’ve been together as Những người bạn and nothing else. Any tình yêu for him is like what I would feel for a brother.”
“Why don’t bạn like him?” Tom sounds disappointed.
“Huh?”
“Why don’t bạn like him, Guinevere … view him differently?”
“Meaning?” Her father’s words are getting bizarre as the conversation flows by.
“Why can’t bạn fall in tình yêu with him, Guinevere?”
Gwen laughs. She stops working on the bánh mỳ, bánh mì and looks at her father, tears in her eyes because of laughing so hard and shakes her head. “What is this, Father? Of course not. I can’t…” she continues laughing.
“Why not? He knows bạn inside and out, Guinevere. He understands and complements bạn well. bạn could never find a better person than him. Perhaps you’re not opening up to him? hoặc maybe he has feelings for bạn and you’re not listening to him?”
Gwen’s laughter stops and senses something is terribly wrong with her father. She lays the thìa, cây dùi, spatula in her hand down and moves closer to him. Tom turns around, refusing to meet his daughter’s eyes. Gwen circles the bàn and grabs him bởi the shoulder and forces him to look at her. “Father?”
“Guinevere, listen …” he grabs his daughter bởi the shoulder. “Gwaine is a fine gentleman and a good friend. He would take good care of you. Trust me, bạn and him would be happy forever. Why not consider marrying him?”
“Father!” Gwen steps away from her father and laughs. She doesn’t know why she laughs. Is it because the statement is absurd and completely mind blowing hoặc is it because her father is insanely fixated on her and Gwaine? “This is absurd. What is wrong you? I have never seen bạn behave hoặc talk like this before. What happene at the tavern?” she eyes him suspiciously. “Whom did bạn meet?”
“I met no one Guinevere, but after meeting with Gwaine, I feel I can trust him to take care of bạn …” Tom quickly covers himself up. He knows Gwen is starting to doubt him and if she finds out, he will be in trouble.
Gwen laughs again, holding her stomach. Her curls dangle as she shakes her head. “Wait till Gwaine hears this … oh, Father. Before I forget. I am not sure if you’ve heard this already but the prince is getting married.”
Now its Tom’s turn to be surprised. “Arthur?”
“Yes, finally and about time too. He is getting married and the celebration to mark his wedding will get started tomorrow.” Gwen heads back to her cooking. “Me and Gwaine … Father, bạn must joking,” she whispers to herself.
Tom’s not listening to his daughter. ‘Getting married?’ he thinks. ‘What does Guinevere means bởi getting married? Arthur made the proposal a while cách đây and Guinevere knows about it all ready? Does she know whom Arthur is getting married to?’
“The Queen rewarded everyone at the lâu đài with new clothing as her token of her happiness. Keira was here a while ago, asking me to sew her dress with the new material. She đã đưa ý kiến everyone is overjoyed with the news.”
‘The Queen knows about it as well? They knew about this before Arthur made the proposal? But how … how … No!’ Tom’s eyes widen. ‘Wait … was this trap? Perhaps, Arthur laid the plan for him to walk on and trapped him. He knew how to trap Tom and he played his cards well. He had it all planned before. Maybe that’s why Sir Balinor’s son looked disappointed after the announcement was made! Merlin knew something was up to no good. And this is it! Tom is trapped and now he has no choice but to oblige!’
“Father!”
“Huh? Oh … yes, Guinevere?”
“I sense something is terribly wrong with bạn today. bạn look …”
“Gwen, there is something I need to tell you. It’s important bạn listen to me carefully and please don’t think I did this knowingly. No, I would never do this to you. I tình yêu bạn very much and never want to see any harm done to you. But forgive me, love. I believe I have dome something really stupid and I am afraid bạn must chịu, gấu the consequences of my irrational actions.” Tom gets to his feet.
“Father, what on ….”
“Come here, Gwen.” He walks around the table, nears Gwen and grabs her hand. He pulls her towards the bàn again.
“Father …”
“Shhh. Listen, Guinevere. Sit down, please.” He holds her chair for her, circles and gets back to his own side of the bàn and sits down. He takes in a huge gulp of air. Reaching out and clasping her hands tightly, he sighs and closes his eye. “Guinevere,” he opens his eye and Gwen notices her father’s eyes are moist. She opens her mouth to câu hỏi but he beats her to it. “Today at the tavern, the prince and his friend came by.”
Gwen’s tim, trái tim sinks. Her stomach churns. Whatever words she wanted to ask her father died on her tongue. ‘The prince? Arthur?’ she thinks. ‘Why was he there for? To make his announcement?’ she thinks in disappointment. ‘Why am I disappointed?’ she asks herself.
“His friend, Sir Balinor’s son…”
“Merlin?” Gwen’s eyes widen.
“Yes, that lad. Jerome was teasing him all ngày and it riled him up. And in the end, Jerome went overboard with his teasing and was challenged to the game of checkers to prove his worth. But instead of playing the game himself, he asked me to play Merlin. He đã đưa ý kiến he will forget all the debts I owed him and being the greedy man I am, I agreed. And I also underestimated the lad, who happens to be the best player like Prince Arthur claimed. We played with wagers, but it was Jerome’s idea …” Tom says quickly as Gwen stares at him. “I told him to play the game and let it finish but he wanted the knight’s sword so he insisted on a wager. Unfortunately I Mất tích and Jerome Mất tích the sword. But that didn’t stop him … he kept pushing me to play until I won something for him. And finally when I Mất tích all the rounds, he made me place my own wager in the final round.”
“Father, why do I sense something really terrible is about to come up?”
“Guinevere, please … just let me finish.” Tom pleads and squeezes Gwen’s hand. “I wouldn’t have done it if that idiot Jerome didn’t pick a fight with me. Unfortunately the game could not be forfeited because we were already half way through, and like it not, I was asked to place my wager. I didn’t have anything so the prince was kind enough to let me play and set the wager later. But I Mất tích again and didn’t have anything to give, so …” he pauses and drops his gaze.
Gwen’s tim, trái tim thumps. “SO?”
“The prince set the wager himself. He asked …” Tom looks up slowly “You.”
Gwen pushed the bench back and stands up, removing her hand from her father’s. “What do bạn mean father? What do bạn mean bởi …?”
“He asked to marry bạn Guinevere and I đã đưa ý kiến … yes.”
“NO!! Father … no!!” Gwen steps back and cups her cheeks. Her stomach is churning and her tim, trái tim thumping wildly. Her mind is dizzying and she doesn’t know what to think hoặc say. “NO!!!”
“Guinevere … I am so sorry.”
But she isn’t listening to him. She is in her own thoughts. The prince asked to marry her? But how can that be? Didn’t they just announce he will be getting married so how can he ask for her when … Wait!! Wait a minute. That announcement … was it about her? Did he decide on her before asking her father? Wait … no … wait a minute! Gwen grabs the sides of her head and crumbles, sitting down on the floor. Tom rushes to her, his face panicked.
“Guinevere.”
“Father, what is this all about? I …” her voice quivers as she looks at him.
“Guinevere, I know it must be hard for bạn to accept, but …”
“It doesn’t make any sense at all!” Gwen shouts at her father in frustration and buries her face in her hands. “I don’t understand!” her fingers are trembling and she’s having a hard time trying to conceal her face. Tears are welling up in her eyes and she chokes back her anger. This is her father and she can’t release her emotions on him, no matter what he has done. She has him and only him in her life and he only has her. She sniffs and tries to calm herself. Something doesn’t feel right here. She is troubled bởi the way the Queen’s announcement contradicts with Arthur’s. Is her father hiding something else from her? Is there thêm to this mess that she should know?
Tom understands the pain Guinevere is going through. And he knows he will have to accept any backlash that comes his way. He strokes her hair softly. She looks up at him, her eyes flickering with pain. She sighs and breathes hard. “Guinevere …” he starts.
“What are bạn saying, Father? Arthur asked for me? But what about the announcement this morning, saying he is getting married? It’s all over Camelot and now bạn are saying he asked for me? I am sure the Queen wouldn’t have announced about the wedding if Arthur didn’t agree. This is confusing … please, I beg bạn … tell me what really happened.”
Tom bites his lips. “I don’t understand that part myself, but when the prince asked me for your hand, he didn’t tell me about the news his mother was spreading. He asked me to part with bạn and promised to make bạn happy. I couldn’t do anything because bạn were the wager. And the prince asked to marry bạn … besides the crowd…”
“You should have asked me first, Father!” Gwen hisses.
Here we go. Tom knows it was coming only he didn’t know when. “I know, but …”
“Yes Father. I was the wager. He is the prince. I know all that, but bạn should have at least được trao me the dignity of letting me speak for myself rather than being sold like a slave,” she snaps again and feels guilty doing so. Tears streak down her cheek and she thumbs them off.
“Guinevere! I would never do that to bạn and neither did I think of bạn like that … don’t bạn ever think yourself unworthy!” her father scolds. “I had no choice, Guinevere. I was involved in this mess bởi chance and I really didn’t think it’d end up like this. I am unfortunate in this, like you. But please don’t look down on yourself, dear … bạn are not worthless.”
“Father,” Gwen sighs and holds up her hand, silencing her father. “I understand you’d been asked to play against your wishes and unfortunately the prince asked for me, but couldn’t bạn at least được trao me a thought and told the prince that you’d seek my decision on this? Was I such a small thing that bạn could disregard me so easily? bạn gave your words for me but it’s my life, Father. I know and I understand that bạn are my father, but I am also a person. Someone with tim, trái tim and feelings …. What bạn did today is …”
“Enough Guinevere … please.” Tom doesn’t want to listen to what will follow next.
“No father, it’s not enough. Because it hurts. It hurts to know that I’m being wagered in a game where the winner will decide how my future and life will end up. It hurts to know that the person bạn hold dear to your tim, trái tim lets bạn down. It hurts to know that the prince eventually gets his wishes.” Tears starts to flush down uncontrollably down her cheek. Gwen’s lips quiver and she stops thumbing off the tears. Her tim, trái tim aches and she feels cheap. And useless.
“I am sorry, Guinevere.”
“Sorry.” She mocks his apology, laughing bitterly. “That’s a huge word to use.”
Her words pierce him and he sits down beside her. Gwen looks at her father and feels sad. She didn’t want to hurt him yet she is hurt herself. She is angry and doesn’t know whom should she be angry with. Is it her father? Arthur? Herself? Her father looks dejected and she sighs, closing her eyes.
“If there is anything I could do to undo the mess I put bạn in, Guinevere … I would do it. Even if it cost my life. I swear,” Tom says sadly, still looking down on the floor.
Gwen cries. Fresh tears starts rolling down her cheek. Her tim, trái tim aches and it shreds in pain to watch her father like this.
“I want bạn to be happy, Guinevere. When the prince đã đưa ý kiến he wanted you, I would have đã đưa ý kiến no even if it meant I would have to end up in the dungeon all my life. But then he đã đưa ý kiến he wished to marry you, and the prospect of getting bạn a life beyond my imagination tempted me to agree with him. He offered happiness and I know I could never get bạn life of this sort even if I dreamt of it. And the crowd at the tavern, some mentioned positive words about this opportunity, and after thinking everything over, I decided that it would be best for you. But I know now that I was wrong to decide your life for you, Guinevere. I should have respected your wishes and asked your thoughts on this. I am sorry, dear. I realized my error after I made the agreement with the prince. That should explain why I turned up here looking guilty. I am sorry … I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please don’t … hate me.”
Gwen turns towards her father and reaches out to him, embracing him. “I’m sorry, Father,” she says in between her tears. “I am so sorry, Father. I have been selfish. I thought of just myself and ignored your feelings. How hurt bạn must have been… I’m sorry, Father.”
“No, I am sorry, dear. I shouldn’t have decided your life for you.”
“What can we do, Father? We are the prince’s subjects and to refuse him will have bạn penalized. And I can’t chịu, gấu living without you.”
Tom pushes Gwen back gently and clips her chin. “No, there is a way. I asked bạn about Gwaine and I have a reason. Marry him, Guinevere, and leave Camelot. Arthur will not find you. Besides, bạn will be legally married.”
“Father, please!” Gwen shakes her head. “Gwaine and I … we can’t and we don’t … see ourselves in such position.”
“But, Guinevere …”
“Father, if bạn let me leave with Gwaine, bạn will still be caught and imprisoned, maybe even executed. I can never have that. bạn are the only family I have, Father. I don’t want to lose bạn and I don’t want to leave Camelot because I would be leaving you,” she says and sighs. “What’s done is done and there is nothing much we can do about that. I will accept what’s been promised and dealt between the prince and you, father. But I will not see bạn penalized so don’t try to do anything stupid.”
“But your happiness …”
“I will leave it upon fate, father. Let us see what it has for us.”
“I’m sorry, dear.”
“And I am too, Father … I am.”
“Merlin?” Morgana pokes her head inside Merlin’s chamber and finds him sitting bởi the window, staring out.
“Merlin?”
He turns around to see his sister. He is sad and doesn’t hide his sadness. “Hmm?”
“Can I come in, please?”
“Hmm.” And he goes back to stare out of the window, hugging himself.
Morgana steps in, closes the door behind her softly knowing well not to disturb her mother at this hour. Her father has left Camelot on a mission with the other knights and will not be back until tomorrow. She walks softly towards her brother. Lifting her áo choàng so that she will not step on it, she moves to his right and leans against the wall, looking at him.
“What is it, Morgana?” He asks without turning to look at her.
“What’s wrong, Merlin?”
“What do bạn mean what is wrong? Nothing is wrong, why does something has to be wrong with me all the time? hoặc why does everyone thinks I’m always in the wrong?”
Morgana chuckles softly. “Since when have bạn started talking like old man Kiefer?”
Merlin sighs and remains silent but he never looks at his sister. Morgana reaches out and squeezes his shoulder.
“Come on, Merlin, what is troubling you? I know bạn are upset because bạn are not yourself right now and it is there for all to see on your face. What happened?”
Merlin sighs and turns around. He is sad, and like Morgana said, it’s there for all to notice. “I’m just sick, fed up with Arthur’s attitude, frustrated not being able to change anything, angry at myself for being such a coward and gutted with everything happening right now!” he tells his sister. “I am sick, Morgana, disgusted and sick to the core!”
“Merlin, what happened?”
“Arthur wants to marry Gwen, Morgana. And he asked her father directly.”
“What? What did her father say?”
“He đã đưa ý kiến yes.”
“Merlin!! That’s … oh, what kind of a father would let his daughter endure lifelong unhappiness with someone she doesn’t like? Poor Gwen … oh my God.” Morgana shakes her head sadly.
“Tom had no choice, Morgana. Gwen’s future was wagered on a game of checkers. He was well trapped and that poor man didn’t know what was coming at him. He was a victim in this like everyone else. He had no choice, he had to agree.”
“Care to be thêm precise, Merlin?”
Merlin scratches his head and leans against the wall. “Arthur asked me to accompany him to the village to meet the blacksmith, Tom. He plans to marry Gwen and wanted to ask her father directly, so I chose to accompany him for their sake. I hate to see both father and daughter facing unnecessary penalty for Arthur’s condescending behaviour. But once reaching the village, we went to the tavern and met Tom. But his drunken friend riled me up with issues I’d like to forget and challenged me to the game of checkers. And with Arthur supporting me, I accepted, not knowing I was helping set the trap. The game went on for hours and in each round, I won. When there was no thêm wagers for the stupid friend of Tom’s to place, he asked Tom to place his. That poor man had nothing, so Arthur used the opportunity to seize his chance and asked for Gwen instead.”
“What on …”
“Arthur asked to marry Gwen and since it was a wager, Tom had no choice but to accept the offer. Arthur is thrilled and made his announcement a bit ago, to his parents,” Merlin says in frustration and punches the tường softly. “What sickens me is that he used me to get his task done, Morgana!! I mean … this is disgusting!!”
“Oh, I am so sorry, Merlin. This is maddening! Using the life and future of a woman as wager is … outrageous! No matter what they say, this is completely stupid! Why does Arthur want to marry Gwen? It doesn’t make any sense, unless he loves her. But does he?”
“Morgana, I’m through with that issue. He claims not to tình yêu her, yet he wants to marry her and gives me rubbish for reasons! He plans to have his revenge for all the humiliation she caused him. He wants to keep her in the castle, owning her and restricting her freedom so that she’ll be reminded to whom she belongs every day! He claims he doesn’t tình yêu her, but I think he does … I can sense it from the way his eyes flicker each time he speaks of her. He denies it … yet, the way he wants to posses her is atrocious. I feel disgusted, and I don’t think I can look Gwen in the eye again. Not after this.”
“Oh,” Morgana sighs and shakes her head. “Poor Gwen, how hurt she must be when she learns this.” Morgana feels sorry for Gwen. “What Arthur did is … despicable indeed.”
“It is, Morgana. I didn’t realize the plan and if I did probably I would have worked on something. But it’s too late now. The agreement is set and the marriage will go on as planned.”
“But what about Gwen?”
“She has no choice, Morgana. She loves her father very much and for him alone, she will sacrifice herself to this marriage. But I fear about her future. I fear she will be broken. I don’t know how to console her hoặc make her feel less hurt than she already does.”
“Me too, but I will meet her tomorrow and tell her what happened. She will understand.”
“You’ll do that?” Merlin looks at Morgana with hope. He values Gwen’s friendship and above all he wants her to know that he still holds on to the promise he made to her. Thanks to Arthur, he fears what Gwen thinks of him.
“Yes. Now stop worrying and get some sleep. It will ease your mind off this issue for a while. We will talk about this at length tomorrow,” Morgana assures her brother.
“I will, but I doubt sleep will come easy.”
“Some things happen for a reason, Brother … I am sure of this. Let’s be patient and watch how this actually ends up.” Morgana tells her brother.
“I really hope you’re right ..” Merlin finishes.
“NO!!!!” Elena shouts and lifts a bronze vase in her hand, aiming it towards her father.
“Elena, please …” Agravaine holds out his hand and steps back. “Listen …” he looks back and steps carefully, avoiding crashing against the table.
“NO!!! bạn cheated me!!!” she tells him in between her tears. “You lied to me all these years. bạn gave me false hope … I hate you. NO!!!!” and she heaves the vase towards him.
Agravaine ducks to the side and avoids the vase. It crashes against the window and breaks it. The shards falls on the floor and on Agravaine like rain drops.
“ARGHH!!” Elena shouts again and pumps her fist at the sides of her thigh.
“Elena, please …” her father tries again, but she isn’t listening to him. She looks around and searches for something else to throw as Agravaine picks himself up from the floor. He has to stop her from breaking any thêm things in her chamber. He isn’t worried about the things she broke but about Elena herself. He is frightened she might hurt herself.
“You promised me Arthur when I was a child, and till now, I have loved no one but him. And now bạn are telling me he is getting married to someone else!! No, father. I will not let this be … I will destroy the woman he will be marrying,” she says as tears runs down her cheek. She picks up a heavy statue and throws it at the door. The statue breaks into two. “I hate all of you!! LIARS!!”
“Elena dear, please listen to me. It’s not like what bạn think!”
“Then what is it, Father?” she sits down on the floor and sobs hysterically. “What?”
Agravaine sighs and walks towards his daughter. Sitting down opposite her, he takes her hand in his and gently pats it. Elena sobs. He understands her grief and knows why she is reacting in this disturbing behaviour. She loves Arthur and been devoting her life to him, worshipping him. She wants nothing but to marry him and become his queen. And now when her father tells her about Arthur’s marriage to Gwen, it breaks her heart. Of course, he hasn’t told her the real news yet but she’s hardly được trao him an opportunity. She started reacting when she heard about the marriage. And Agravaine haven’t the chance to sit and properly talk to his daughter.
“Elena.”
“WHAT!!” she pulls her hand away from him and sobs. “I hate to see your face, Father. Leave me alone!”
“I understand bạn are angry, disappointed with this news but let me assure you, it is not what it seems. There is thêm to this than meets this eye. Just allow me to explain.”
Elena keeps quiet.
“Elena, according to Dolma, Arthur’s first wife will die after the marriage. That marriage will not give him the long lasting happiness everyone craves for. In fact, it will end in death. But Arthur will remarry and that is the marriage that’ll chịu, gấu him lasting happiness with his soulmate. I can’t have bạn dead, Elena. So, we decided to marry him off to someone unimportant and when she’s dead, bạn will marry Arthur and become his queen, like bạn wanted. That’s why your aunt and I decided to carry on with this arrangement. We never meant to cheat hoặc hurt you, Elena … trust us.”
Elena looks at her father. “Is this true? All bạn said?”
“One hundred percent. I would not lie to you, Elena.” Agravaine recaptures his daughter’s hand. “We are doing this for your own good and Arthur is still yours. Please don’t be hasty. Everything is working out well.”
Elena wipes her eyes and sighs. “Fine, Father. I believe you, but if this is a lie … I will kill her!”
“Elena …”
“I swear this, Father. Arthur is mine and mine alone. If bạn are lying, will kill his wife!”
In the inky depths of an ancient pool, three soothsayers cast a dark judgment upon the King of Camelot.
But despite Merlin’s warnings, headstrong Arthur refuses to take the words of the Disir (Frances Tomelty, Sian Thomas, Helen Schlesinger) seriously and their fury rains down on Camelot. Only the greatest sacrifice can appease them, and with the kingdom in jeopardy, is it one that Arthur is prepared to make?
Faced with the King’s uncertainty, Merlin has just one chance to save him from his destiny, but this decision comes at the highest price.
Colin morgan is Merlin, Bradley James is Arthur, Angel Coulby is Gwen, Katie McGrath is Morgana, Richard Wilson is Gaius and John Hurt is the voice of the Great Dragon. Tom Hopper, Rupert Young, Eoin Macken and Adetomiwa Edun return as The Knights of the Round Table. Special guest stars include Frances Tomelty, Sian Thomas, Helen Schlesinger as the Disir and Andrew Tiernan as Osgar.
But despite Merlin’s warnings, headstrong Arthur refuses to take the words of the Disir (Frances Tomelty, Sian Thomas, Helen Schlesinger) seriously and their fury rains down on Camelot. Only the greatest sacrifice can appease them, and with the kingdom in jeopardy, is it one that Arthur is prepared to make?
Faced with the King’s uncertainty, Merlin has just one chance to save him from his destiny, but this decision comes at the highest price.
Colin morgan is Merlin, Bradley James is Arthur, Angel Coulby is Gwen, Katie McGrath is Morgana, Richard Wilson is Gaius and John Hurt is the voice of the Great Dragon. Tom Hopper, Rupert Young, Eoin Macken and Adetomiwa Edun return as The Knights of the Round Table. Special guest stars include Frances Tomelty, Sian Thomas, Helen Schlesinger as the Disir and Andrew Tiernan as Osgar.
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