[ There are few other people she vaguely remembers that she was introduced to. There was a time that Gwenhwyfar remarked that Arthur's family seemed so large in comparison to her's, being the only child. Gwenhwyfar's excitement and relief can't be contained; not only someone from home but someone associated with Arthur. And when it comes to personal space, she tends to forget people's boundaries, sometimes. ]
But, oh, thank the gods!
[ If he didn't flinch before, he may now, Gwenhwyfar immediately throws arms around Gawain in a hug without much explanation. She's so relieved, she could almost cry. ]
I'm so glad that I have found you, I've been trying all this time to go back home and then I find myself here. Your uncle is my betrothed, you see-
[ Gwenhwyfar finally releases Gawain from a vice grip, lowering her gaze after realizing she must look absolutely crazy for that fraction of a moment. ]
I'm sorry, I must sound absolutely mad. Your brethren do speak highly of you, yes, including a Lancelot, if that name sounds familiar.
Those words hang in the air for a moment and Gawain finds himself going through a complex of emotions. Because this is obviously not the woman who is his Aunt by marriage. No, not at all. But he can sense the sincerity in her words and actions, so familiar.
And then she mentions Lancelot's name and he quickly shakes his head.]
I do not think you are mad, my Lady. I have seen and experienced far stranger. [So he might as well assume this is true.]
But I must now confess, my Uncle, the king did indeed have a wife, a Guinevere, but she did not resemble you at all.
[ It is a little discouraging to hear that; at times, Gwenhwyfar had to use an alternate name to hide her identity. Though the druids speak of ovates and others being able to travel through time and speak to others from different places. "Guinevere" sounds very close to her name, too. She perks up again, hopeful. ]
Perhaps... she and I are different, yet one and the same. Like the Gawain that my Arthur speaks of is not you. Like an alternate.
[ And while Gawain is processing his own emotions, for her, it's almost reliving the fear of being kept inside Melwas' fortress ]
You're the only one from home, Gawain, I've been away from my home already. Please don't leave me.
[ Because the Arthur she knows and loves cares deeply for his family, his knights, and protecting his realm. And after everything that has happened to her, why not try and act on his behalf and look after his own? ]
I do wish that of you... truth be told, it would put me at ease and I want to know you, Gawain, too. We can be friends, too, not just for my benefit.
[ It's a real, genuine smile on her face, Gwenhwyfar still looking relieved and almost on the verge of shedding a tear. Gawain doesn't need to hear the dreadful details of King Melwas, stories of a mystical cauldron that could bring the dead back to life, and Culwch's bizarre curse.
And blissfully unaware of Gawain's innermost thoughts. ]
I'm grateful to have you here, Gawain. I am a woman of humble means, despite where I come from but... Should you need anything, I am here, too.
[To see her overcome, it's almost too much on it's own and naturally Gawain can't help but let whatever misgivings he has melt away. He's always been weak to women, particularly those who are vulnerable.]
I would not think to trouble you so much as that and there is no need to be humble with me. As strange as it is, we should be friends first I think. That is how that do it in this age. Equals.
[Besides, she's not Gunivere and even if she was, she's so young. Why not start off on a different foot?]
[ As Gwenhwyfar feels jubilation rise with relief, that finally, someone other than Lancelot in her travels had ties to Arthur. The fear and anger Gwenhwyfar kept buried finally manifested.
In the worst possible way for her; how many times she's been told not to cry. Brushing big, soppy tears aside, Gwenhwyfar nodded. ]
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[ There are few other people she vaguely remembers that she was introduced to. There was a time that Gwenhwyfar remarked that Arthur's family seemed so large in comparison to her's, being the only child. Gwenhwyfar's excitement and relief can't be contained; not only someone from home but someone associated with Arthur. And when it comes to personal space, she tends to forget people's boundaries, sometimes. ]
But, oh, thank the gods!
[ If he didn't flinch before, he may now, Gwenhwyfar immediately throws arms around Gawain in a hug without much explanation. She's so relieved, she could almost cry. ]
I'm so glad that I have found you, I've been trying all this time to go back home and then I find myself here. Your uncle is my betrothed, you see-
[ Gwenhwyfar finally releases Gawain from a vice grip, lowering her gaze after realizing she must look absolutely crazy for that fraction of a moment. ]
I'm sorry, I must sound absolutely mad. Your brethren do speak highly of you, yes, including a Lancelot, if that name sounds familiar.
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Those words hang in the air for a moment and Gawain finds himself going through a complex of emotions. Because this is obviously not the woman who is his Aunt by marriage. No, not at all. But he can sense the sincerity in her words and actions, so familiar.
And then she mentions Lancelot's name and he quickly shakes his head.]
I do not think you are mad, my Lady. I have seen and experienced far stranger. [So he might as well assume this is true.]
But I must now confess, my Uncle, the king did indeed have a wife, a Guinevere, but she did not resemble you at all.
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Perhaps... she and I are different, yet one and the same. Like the Gawain that my Arthur speaks of is not you. Like an alternate.
[ And while Gawain is processing his own emotions, for her, it's almost reliving the fear of being kept inside Melwas' fortress ]
You're the only one from home, Gawain, I've been away from my home already. Please don't leave me.
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[Guinevere. This is Guinevere. The Queen. One of the people who responsible for the deaths of his brothers and sister
Who is also asking for Gawain to not abandon her.]
Hah, how can I ignore such a plea, not just from someone who is to be Queen, but a woman at that? No, I swear I shall not leave you.
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Please, forget titles for a moment.
[ Family, by blood or marriage, is important. Once more, Gwenhwyfar reaches across to place gentle, warm hands over his. ]
Good... because I am going to look after you, Gawain, you're a kind man. Thank you.
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[It is probably best for them to remain somewhat familiar, especially since technically they are not.
But after a moment, he grips her hands in his, still unsure. But then again, this woman is her own person, isn't she? That much is obvious.]
I do not think I need so much looking after at my age, but we can both promise to look out for one another, if that is what you wish?
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[ Because the Arthur she knows and loves cares deeply for his family, his knights, and protecting his realm. And after everything that has happened to her, why not try and act on his behalf and look after his own? ]
I do wish that of you... truth be told, it would put me at ease and I want to know you, Gawain, too. We can be friends, too, not just for my benefit.
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Is this Arthur male? It could easily and likely be that he is, but at the same time, if they are not yet married...
But no, not right now.]
Then I can agree to that, most wholeheartedly. I think we might get along well anyways.
[He's not lying either. Once he looks past everything else boiling inside of him, Gawain can admit to fascination.]
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And blissfully unaware of Gawain's innermost thoughts. ]
I'm grateful to have you here, Gawain. I am a woman of humble means, despite where I come from but... Should you need anything, I am here, too.
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I would not think to trouble you so much as that and there is no need to be humble with me. As strange as it is, we should be friends first I think. That is how that do it in this age. Equals.
[Besides, she's not Gunivere and even if she was, she's so young. Why not start off on a different foot?]
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In the worst possible way for her; how many times she's been told not to cry. Brushing big, soppy tears aside, Gwenhwyfar nodded. ]
I... I would like that very much, Gawain.
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[He reaches out and wipes away a tear, smiling as he does so.]
This is a blessed meeting though, among many others.
[There has to be some meaning in this, that much Gawain is sure of.]