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Guinevere Alternate Ending

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Each and every day that Guinevere didn’t come to Arthur, the king worried. What started out as a smoldering flame of concern had now erupted into a full-fledged fire torturing his mind and soul.

Maybe’s she’s left, he fretted. Perhaps she can’t handle what I did and she’s gone for good this time.

But each night, he’d sneak by Guinevere’s modest cottage, and when he’d peek through her window and see soft candlelight illuminating the home’s interior, he’d breathe a sigh of relief. She was still there. As long as she was in Camelot, there was still hope.

Five days after Arthur had told Guinevere he still loved her and wanted her has his wife, yet she still hadn’t told him how she felt, Arthur felt like tearing his hair out with worry. There was only one person who could handle the king while he was in such distress – Merlin. …show more content…

“This is something new,” said Merlin with a wry smile.

“Don’t harass me, Merlin!” barked Arthur, pacing the floor from bed to window. “I need some honest advice and help. You’re the only one who can give it to me. See me later for supper, here in my quarters. All right?”

“Certainly. But do I have to bring the supper, or –”

Arthur stomped toward Merlin and gave the man a light shove, urging him from the room. The king wasn’t angry, but he didn’t have the patience for Merlin’s brand of flighty humor at the moment. “I don’t care who brings it or what we eat! Just…just see to it that someone brings food, will you?”

“Of course, my lord,” said Merlin with an exaggerated bow and half-grin.

“Do not make me regret this.”

Merlin shuffled the load of clothing he carried in his arms and met the king’s eye. “I’m honored that you trust me, sire.”

Arthur softened. “Yes, well… forgive my bad temper. I’ll see you at

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