1 Work in Kink Me Merlin Non-anonymous Fills
Gwen looks at him long and worriedly, and hesitates before the knights of the round table with her favor clenched tightly in her hand. Arthur wonders what she has heard of herself and Lancelot, and hopes it is nothing. He hopes there is nothing true for her to have heard of, but he knows from the way they look at each other that if this is so it is only by luck and will, not for a lack of feeling.
She lifts her chin and straightens her spine. He remembers her fighting bandits in Ealdor, gathering the women to fight when he had thought it all useless—she is damask steel beneath her kindness: this will not break her. Her favor she gives to Lancelot; her most imperious glance, to the assembled crowds. She takes Arthur's arm and walks at his side to the stands, unflinching.
She could stand at that moment again in mended and much-worn clothes, in a blacksmith's leather apron, smudged with soot, and Arthur doubts there is a man or woman in Camelot who would doubt her right to be queen.