Eleanor Pendragon is the youngest daughter of King Uther. She is expected to be a proper lady and marry to become a queen to a kingdom. Her father's plans, however, slowly fall apart once Gwaine is brought into the picture. With the two of them toge...
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IV. REPAYMENT —
Eleanor, commonly known for her frequent pertinaciousness, went against her father's wishes and fled her chambers to visit Gwaine for what appeared to be the last time. She didn't know what it was that drove her to venture out to see him. It was as though he was some sort of magnet that never erred to pull her in despite her efforts to defy the attraction. On top of her yearning to see him, she also couldn't help but blame herself for the severity of Gwaine's sentence. If she had not been there to get hurt, perhaps he wouldn't have gotten banished.
Eleanor raced to the other side of the castle, beseeching that Gwaine hadn't left Camelot just yet. As the princess hastened down the halls, she spun around a corner, crashing into someone post-haste. The person clasped her waist and collided her body against theirs to prevent Eleanor from pummeling onto the stone floor. The impact was so harsh, she couldn't help but to gasp as the wind was knocked out of her. Gazing up at her rescuer with the intent to lecture them for grabbing her so roughly, she realized it was Gwaine she had bumped into. She sighed in the comfort of knowing she made it on time, compelling Gwaine smile sheepishly.
"Well, hello, Princess."
"Gwaine," She returned. "You know you can release me now. I'm no longer falling."
The spirited man shrugged. "I'm actually quite comfortable at the moment."
Eleanor snorted sarcastically. "Ha-ha, very funny, but you don't want to anger my father anymore with the sight of our interaction."
"Why were you in such a rush, m'lady?" Gwaine questioned, finally releasing the King's only daughter.
"I wanted to see you before you've left Camelot."
Such a statement inflated the sly grin on Gwaine's face, immediately inducing Eleanor to roll her eyes. Of course, he would take any prospect he could to rile up a reaction out of her.
"Oh? Are you going to miss me when I leave?"
"Of course not," Eleanor derided. "I just wanted to say that I believe that you did a good thing."
"Hell of a lot of good it did me," Gwaine retorted.
"My father is a fool, but he's a fool that's trying to maintain order. He just doesn't see that he's being irrational."
"Good thing he didn't pass those genes to you," he winked, prompting Eleanor to chuckle.
She crossed her arms over her chest, an amused smile developing on her face. "Nor to Arthur. He's nothing like my father. He actually has a heart, which he thinks with far more than he does with his brain. He will repay you one day for saving his life."
