"Eggs?" You ask questionably raising an eyebrow at him from across the room.
"Boiled eggs, specifically." A smile pulls the side of Arthur's mouth, his pale skin illuminated in the white light reflected in the stained glass window of the armour room. It was of an old tale of a knight who fought all his life, and was respected through all his land. He could have led a noble life as a knight, but his heart fell for a pauper girl, and he gave up his riches and knighthood to live a life with her. To the king he was considered ripped of his noble blood. But to his fellow knights he was gallant and brave.
"You bet you can eat 20 boiled eggs? One straight after the other!" Your eyebrows raised amongst the tangle of your hair.
"You seem surprised." He chuckled, his blue eyes narrows as his lips created dimples in his cheeks, his mocking smile. His blond hair fell low over his face, occasionally brushing his eyelashes when he moves his head.
"A bit pathetic isn't it?" You report, wiping the smirk off his face and smiling cheerfully at him. Your heart melts slightly at the happy moment. This was the most time you've got to spend with Arthur in days. All the other time he is busy training, or with his friends of noble blood. "Might as well go for 30." Arthur swipes as you as you sidestep to adjust his back plate.
As Arthur's official amour servant, it's your duty to look after his armour, clean his armour, and help him dress and undress out of his armour. Reaching over you begin strapping up his buckles, getting him ready for training. It is a training session organised by Arthur's friends, not a routine training practice. The ones that approve of you; Leon, Lancelot, Percival, Gwaine, Elyan and Mordred are awaiting him.
"That is an offensive manner to address your king!" Arthur stated indigently.
"Prince." You answered automatically, not looking up from the armour.
"What?" His head tilted to the left, gazing down wonderingly.
"Nothing." You tilt your head down to hide the shy smile, as nimble fingers finished the last buckle under his elbow.
"Finished." You exclaim, happy and exhausted as you think you beat your record for fastest dressing.
"Y/N..." Arthur starts, stepping off the podium he has to stand on where you dress him, taking a loping stride towards you.
"Yes, my lord?" Your head whips up, your hair whipping his cheeks and landing across your face. Arthur chuckles as he reaches forward to tuck it behind your ear.
"Why do you stay here. You could visit any land you wanted yet you decide to polish armour." His voice is gentle and soft, as is his eyes, that have settled to gaze upon your face. Everything about him is relaxed, his back slouching and his head bent to lean forward.
"Because I wouldn't last a day without you." You whisper breathlessly, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips which have been pulled into a soft smile.
"Neither would I." His breath now tickling your cheeks. Your eyes are locked, for so long you've bottled your feelings away, yet now might finally be the time you can finally express them.
"Arthur." You exhale out, smiling softly as his nose brushes against yours.
"Arthur!" The armour room bursts open and Arthur snaps back to his royal position, faster then you could take a breath. His back was straight as an arrow, his head lifted as his hand already firmly grasped the hilt of his sword. His blue eyes normally calm and curious, dark and stony, like the sea wavering just before a thunder storm.
"Gwaine." Arthur exhales, relaxing his hand off of his sword and resting it upon the back of his neck - a sign of exasperation. Obviously he was frustrated by Gwaine's arrival.
Standing at the door, Gwaine looked between the two people, his hazel eyes narrowed from confusion. Then as the penny dropped, he raised his brows and his eyes lit up mischievously. A grin appeared on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am I interrupting?" He askes innocently.
"No!" You exclaim simultaneously. Again Gwaine casts a knowing glance at the both of you.
"I was just leaving!" You state quickly, turning your eyes to Arthur who gives a desperate plead in his eyes then turns his head again to the floor.
"Uh-huh." Was all he muttered.
Smiling, you start walking toward the door where Gwaine is stretching like a cat. He blocks the exit, smiling as you approach him.
"I'm pretty sure I was interrupting." His hazel eyes searching gliding over your face quickly. Surprisingly, most of the time Gwaine has very shrewd eyes and can make very fast, very accurate opinions of someone's personality or their feelings. But of course he normally ignores them until he has use of them.
"You always interrupt Gwaine, you interrupted your parents great life till you came didn't you?" Again you smile, and Gwaine adopts a hurtful look slapping a hand to his heart.
"How offending." He then tsks at you shaking his head disapprovingly. But then he looks over your shoulder, to where you imagine Arthur is glaring at him, and hastily puts out his arm. "My lady, would I be able to ascort you to the training grounds, where you could oversee my spectacular fighting skills?" He winked, causing a giggle to escape your lips.
"Of course, my noble knight." As you move toward the door, you turn your head quickly to take a last glance at Arthur. He watches you and Gwaine mournfully, his eyes looking at you apologetically. Shrugging your shoulders you smile before turning to walk gracefully down the stairs.
But just as the door closes behind them, Gwaine whips his head around and winks cheekily at Arthur, he knew he was interrupting, and he will make up for his inconvenient interruption. In the best way possible. A wide grin marked his noble face as the heavy oak doors slide shut, separating the Prince, the Knight and the poor Armour-cleaning girl.
