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The castle's grand hall shimmered with light and laughter, adorned with garlands and flowers to celebrate King Adam’s alliance with Whiteburg and his future union with Isabelle. That wench. He couldn’t even look at her. Sure, she was very attractive, but he was reminded pretty often it was not good to flirt with an engaged woman.

That, and the fact that he truly despised her.

When Merlin had told him the conversation he overheard using Jack’s invisibility cloak… he wanted to slice that disgusting Princess into pieces. Oh, he would have enjoyed that.

Speaking of Jack… he was still gloomy for his recent breakup with Lia. But he didn’t know that the F7 made a plan and told the King about it. The guy deserved to know what kind of beast he was about to marry.

With a sigh, he approached his friend. He was surrounded with tipsy ladies yet his face remained pained. He was utterly polite with them, but his sorrow was pretty evident.

He offered him a glass of wine hoping to distract him from the plan they studied. “Come on, the party is almost at the end. I know you’re suffering, but just try to relax for a second. Dance with someone.”

“Arthur, I know you mean well but-”

“And that’s exactly why you should listen to me. I’m sure that…” he suddenly stopped talking as something caught his attention across the room. “Sorry, gotta go.” He said.

A familiar figure. A very familiar figure.

Arthur stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding harder. His eyes focused on a young woman with lovely honey locks, dressed in an elegant flaming red gown. Her movements were graceful, and her smile absolutely radiant as she spoke with other guests. Arthur felt his breath catch for a moment.

Gwen.

It was her, the woman he once was betrothed to. Arthur felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He hadn't seen her in years, not since the curse had changed his life. Time seemed to stand still as he watched her, every laugh, every word around him becoming a mere whisper in the background.

He last saw her as a delicate, young, sweet woman. A pretty flower ready to bloom. And damn, did she bloom quite nicely. With those bright doe eyes, her charming smile and all the curves in the right place, she could easily have any man at her mercy.

He recalled their very last meeting with a pang of discomfort. She had appeared quite anxious as she discussed details about their wedding, while he, lost in thought, absently nodded and agreed to her every suggestion. His mind had been fixated on a redhead he had glimpsed a few days earlier.

Yeah, he was not the best guy around.

Without realizing it, Arthur began moving in her direction, drawn by an invisible force. Every step seemed more difficult, as if the floor had suddenly become sticky. Yet he continued walking, determined to reach her.

When he was just a few steps away, Arthur hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She hadn't noticed him yet. He took a deep breath and forced a smile, reminding himself that he was once a brave prince. Where has his courage gone now?

"Good evening, milady. You seem lost in thought. May I have the honour of offering you a drink?" he asked in a playful tone, trying to mask the tension in his voice.

Gwen turned towards him, surprised to be interrupted. "Oh, good evening! I didn't expect to... meet someone like you here." she replied with a gentle smile. "Do you know King Adam, perhaps?"

Arthur smiled, feeling his heart warm at the sight of her smile. "Actually, I’m a very close friend to Princess Snow White and Prince Merlin. Yeah, they would be totally lost without me.” He was rewarded with one of her pretty laughs. “What about you?"

"I’ve decided to join high society once more. Had a bit of a… uhm… intense period." Gwen replied, looking at him with curiosity. "May I ask for your name?"

Arthur hesitated for a moment. He wasn't ready to reveal his true identity. "My name is… Artie." he finally said, choosing a nickname that seemed close enough to the truth. "And you, milady?"

"Guinevere. Well, you may call me Gwen." she replied kindly. "Nice to meet you, Artie."

Time seemed to resume its normal course, but for Arthur, everything had changed. Seeing her again, even if she didn't recognize him, was like a balm for his wounded heart. He decided not to rush things. For now, it was enough to be near her, slowly rediscovering their friendship under this new light.

"So, Artie, where is your companion for the ball?"

"Well, I thought it would be a shame to deprive the ladies of my company. So here I am, alone, generously offering my services to every present damsel." He joked. "And you, dearest Gwen? Did you come with someone?"

Gwen blushed furiously. No one had ever called her like that. "I came with my cousin, but she seems to have disappeared into the crowd. Maybe Charlie found someone more interesting than me."

Charlie? Ah, Charlotte. She was an extremely outgoing duchess with a great sense of humour, in his opinion. There was quite the resemblance between the two, yet it was Gwen’s gentle features that seemed to capture his attention and never let go.

Arthur laughed genuinely. "I doubt anyone could be more interesting than you, milady. You have a gift for lighting up the room with your presence."

She blushed again. His cocky yet funny attitude reminded her of a certain someone. "You are very kind, Artie. I didn't expect to find such a charmer tonight."

Arthur felt a wave of warmth, as it was the first time anyone had described him as charming since he had been transformed into a dwarf. She caught him off guard with that comment. "You make it easy to be kind."

“Oh, you are flattering me.”

He inadvertently looked behind her, noticing a few men eyeing her lasciviously. That irked him pretty bad. How dare they? Gwen’s backside was meant for his eyes exclusively and-

Whoa. Wait.

Did he just think…?

"I’ve heard the gardens are particularly enchanting tonight. Would you care to join me for a look, along with that drink I mentioned earlier?"

“Oh, I…" she was unsure for a second. "Actually, I'd love to go. You piqued my curiosity."

A grinning Arthur took her hand without thinking, feeling a sudden spark. "You shall follow me closely, fair damsel, for the path holds lots of perils.”

She laughed heartedly, and he could’ve sworn, nothing felt better than hearing her joy. “I’m sure of it, Artie.”

As they made their way to a quiet spot in the gardens, Arthur noticed how Gwen's hand fit perfectly in his. Despite his small and greenish stature, he felt a nice sense of familiarity.

They chatted about pretty much everything and nothing. The light atmosphere made them relaxed and eager to share a few funny secrets, despite being almost strangers -almost.

"I must say, Gwen, I never pegged you for a troublemaker kid!"

"It was not my fault! Well, not entirely. Charlie had her share of fault…”

“Yeah, I can imagine…”

Her face contorted in a surprised frown. “What do you mean? You know my cousin?”

Arthur stopped and bit his tongue. Knowing Charlie, it was easy to picture her getting into trouble, but he was not supposed to know her! He had an act to keep on! “N-no, I mean, you seem such an angelic maiden… it’s hard to think you would do that alone…” Damn his tongue. He was pretty skilled with it, but damn his tongue. His only hope now for mentally praying to Excalibur-

“Oh, I see. Well, I’ve always been quieter than her.”

It worked! He was surprisingly very powerful with his mind. He should tell Merlin that. "So, Gwen. What brought you to this ball, besides your decision to rejoin high society?"

"Well, lately my life has been quite monotonous, so my cousin dragged me here. And you, Artie? What's your story?"

Arthur hesitated. He couldn't tell the whole truth. "Beside my friendship with the hosts of the ball, I'm a traveller, you could say. I like to explore and meet new people. These guys are always up for a new adventure." He joked, showing his strong biceps with a grin.

"It must be fascinating." She said, her eyes sparkling funny with his last comment. "I wish I had the courage to travel like you do."

Arthur felt a wave of warmth in his heart. Gwen had always been curious and eager for adventure, just like him. Unfortunately, her strict parents barely allowed her to leave the palace, sometimes not even to its gardens. Damn, it was a miracle they promised her hand to him. "Maybe one day you can join me on one of my journeys. I'd show you wonderful places, pretty damsel."

Gwen found him terribly adorable. She hadn’t had such a wonderful time in ages. "I would love that, Artie. Maybe one day..."

From inside the castle, the music stopped, signaling the end of the ball. He suddenly remembered he had a mission to pursue. Just as he was about to excuse himself, a woman's voice caught them by surprise.

“Gwen! What are you doing there?”

“Oh, Charlie!” she run her gaze nervously on her cousin. “I was merely talking…”

“Relax… Actually, I should be disappointed. I find you here at night, in such a secluded spot far from prying eyes, with a man -well, a dwarf- and the only thing you are doing is talking?” she teased Gwen with an affectionate smile. “I thought I taught you better than that.”

What on Fairytale Island was she saying? She was a respectable young woman, still pure and honourable! “Charlie! I would never-”

Arthur found her crimson blush extremely attractive. “I think she is making fun of you, my fair maiden.”

“Oh…”

Charlie’s eyes fixated on him. Her frown worried him profoundly. “Your voice sounds kinda familiar. Have we met before?”

“No! Ahem…” he cleared his voice. Damn his perfectly charming voice! “Perhaps you're mistaking me for someone else. But I assure you, milady, you would remember such a stunning lad as myself.”

The girls both laughed, but Charlie still seemed unsure. “Well, sorry to steal her away from you, but we must get going. Otherwise, Donkey’s gonna exhaust me with his chatting.”

“Sure. Thank you, Artie. I had a very nice time with you tonight.”

"Your departure wounds me deeply… but I shall be thankful for your company.” He replied, with a teasing tone that successfully elicited another pretty smile.

“G-good night, then.”

As they walked away from the gardens, Arthur felt his mind wandering on her.

Ah, beautiful Gwen.

Seeing her again had rekindled a spark of… hope? Maybe one day he could break the curse and live happily… with her? He had no idea. Jack and Lia kissed several times yet he still was-

Holy Excalibur! The plan!

Racing inside the castle, he cursed himself -like he wasn’t already. A the very end of a hallway he saw all his friends screaming excitedly. What the sword was going on? Did he screw something up? He hurried past them with a frown, only to be suddenly frozen in astonishment. “Whoa! What happened? You’re human again!”

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A couple weeks had passed since Jack was back to his human form, and the castle buzzed with excitement. Now that Jack and Lia had set off on their honeymoon together, the grand hall was once again filled with joyful chatter among the F7.

Arthur walked into the castle library where Merlin, Hans, Pino, Noki, and Kio were gathered. The room was abuzz with animated laughs, each of them discussing their friend’s rushed wedding. “Well, well. Another one tied the knot, uh?”

“He probably feared someone could steal her away!” Hans joked, his eyes wide with admiration. “Jack’s back to his human self… and with a beautiful bride, too!”

“Hai ragione! It’s like a dream come true.”

Arthur nodded. He truly was happy for his friend… but the same time he couldn’t help but feel a bit discouraged. He thought about Gwen every single day since the ball and still, he had no idea how to approach her again. He needed an excuse to invite her to the castle. He needed it bad. “I’m glad they’re together. They deserve this happiness.”

Kio, practical as always, looked thoughtful. “Yes… but now that he’s back to his real self, what’s next for us?”

After a while, Merlin looked up. “I think we have our own paths to follow. Speaking of which, Arthur, I heard you had a very interesting encounter at the ball.”

“Who told- nevermind.” Arthur’s expression grew more serious. “I saw Gwen…”

The room fell silent. All eyes were on him. “Gwen? Are you certain?”

He rolled his eyes. Like he couldn’t recognize her! “She was there, looking radiant as ever. I didn’t expect to see her, but-”

“Wart! You mean, your ex fiancé? Is that why you were late to our plan? You were hooking up with her?”

Arthur felt his blood boil. “I was not! Why would you think so?” He seriously was astonished. Gwen was a delicate, fragile flower he would never take advantage of. No matter how inviting the sway of her hips was-

Whoa. Time to take a breath.

Merlin’s eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t see her. I was preoccupied with other matters, obviously. How did it go?”

Arthur paused, gathering his thoughts. How was it? Amazing? Breath-taking? “It was… unexpected. We talked. She was very curious about my life, and I thoroughly enjoyed her company.”

The triplets giggled. “We bet you enjoyed it a lot…”

“Not like that! Never like that.” He crossed his arms annoyed. “Not with her.”

His reaction surprised the group. “Sorry, bud. We didn’t want to offend, but you were never so possessive of a girl.”

“What do you mean? How am I, then?”

“Too flirty?”

“Too forward?”

“You’re a bit of a slut, I’d say.”

Arthur scoffed. “Maybe the word you’re looking for is confident.” Forward? Slut? Ha! They really needed one of his life lessons. Well, he could be a bit arrogant sometimes, he had to admit. But the rest? Come on!

Merlin smiled. “Sure. Confident. Like when you confidently declared you could outrun a horse and ended up in the lake.”

“Sometimes you just need to be blessed. That day Hans cooked us a delicious meal with the huge fish I found.”

“Oh, I still remember that dinner…”

Merlin shook his head. “Don’t change the subject. We were talking about Gwen. She was pretty fond of you, even though you guys met like, three times?”

A slight pain ached inside his chest. That was a thing he was not proud of. While she obviously had a crush on him, his mind was always thinking about his last romantic conquest. “I was an idiot back then, I know. But when I saw her again… I dunno how to explain it.”

“You sound like a knight who's discovered courtly love for the first time.”

Arthur sighed, realizing he might be treading into unfamiliar territory with Gwen. “I did not reveal myself. I told her my name was Artie.”

His friends soon realized something. “You think she would be angry at you for your departure right before the wedding, don’t you?”

Damn, they really did know him. Arthur felt a pang of uncertainty and fear. He remembered the bright look in her beautiful eyes the very last time they spoke, a few weeks before the ceremony. “I asked to postpone it for just one year and what happened? I was transformed into a totally not charming dwarf and got missing. She’ll think I found an excuse to dump her.” His thoughts swirled with guilt and regret. He remembered the countless nights he spent in a pub, with a pint of beer on one hand and a random girl on the other one -and not thinking about his future bride, as he actually should have.

Honestly, he was not ready to commit. As simple as that. And now, the idea of facing her again and revealing everything filled him with dread.

But… alongside the fear was a glimmer of hope. Seeing her again had stirred something deep within him, a longing to make things right and a desire to have his chance to finally break that stupid curse. His heart felt heavy. "I just don't know if she'll ever forgive me. Or if I even deserve it."

Hans looked at Arthur with concern. “So, what’s your plan now?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Seeing her again made me realize how many amends I need to make. But I also have a mission to complete.”

Merlin leaned forward. “What mission? And what about the curse?”

“First, I need a plausible excuse to meet her again. Maybe she’ll be the key to my freedom.”

The group shared a moment of camaraderie, the room filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Arthur knew that despite the challenges ahead, he wasn’t alone. His friends were there to support him, and together, they would face whatever came next.

As they continued to discuss their plans and share stories, Arthur couldn’t help but think about Gwen. The spark of hope she had ignited within him was something he couldn’t ignore. And with his friends by his side, he was determined to find a way to break the curse and pursue the happiness he had thought was lost.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains of the quaint sitting room, casting a soft glow over the table set for tea. Gwen and Charlie sat across from each other, enjoying a moment of calm after the long horse ride they did. The teapot emitted a gentle steam, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked goods.

Charlie poured the tea with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, Gwen. You seemed quite occupied with that dwarf, during the ball. Are you finally ready to tell me more about it?”

Her cheeks flushed. Not this again! “Oh, Charlie, it was nothing. I told you we just talked…”

It was evident she did not believe it. “Just talked? You seemed rather fascinated. What was it about him that caught your attention?”

Gwen fidgeted with her cup. She knew her cousin meant well.  “He was just... interesting, that’s all. We had a pleasant conversation, but there’s nothing more to it.”

Charlie leaned in slightly, her gaze playful yet probing. “Interesting, you say? He did seem rather charming. But don’t you think he seemed a bit familiar in his mannerisms?”

“Familiar? I didn’t really notice.”

“Well, he did remind me a bit of someone… Arthur.”

Her eyes widened, and she nearly spilled her tea. “Y-you mean my former fiancé?”

“The one and only. Don’t you think there were some similarities in how he spoke and carried himself?”

Gwen took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “Now that you mention it… there was something about him that vaguely reminded me of Arthur. But it couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago.”

Charlie’s expression softened as she noticed the wistful look on her cousin’s face. “Listen, sweetie. It’s been a long time since he vanished. I remember vividly how devastated you were, just like how I remember the pain you felt after he asked to postpone the marriage.”

She was right. “Well, he was asked to join the F7 by the greatest wizard-”

“Stop defending him. I know you had feelings for him, but let’s face the truth. If he hadn’t accepted Merlin’s proposal, he would still be here. I know it was a great honour and he did a lot of good across Fairytale Island, but it was a very dangerous job and… well, we know how it turned out.” She reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “You deserve someone who will put you first, Gwen. Remember that.”

Again, she was right. “Well, Merlin came back. Prince Jack, too. Why shouldn’t Arthur be alive and safe?”

Charlie sighed deeply. "Okay, let's say he does come back. What are you going to do? Welcome him with open arms and pretend everything’s fine? After he constantly fooled around, even when you two were engaged?"

Gwen felt a wave of defeat wash over her at those words. She knew all too well about the rumours surrounding him, but she was hopelessly in love. Her parents had agreed to the engagement solely for his status and power, disregarding his behaviour. Once again, she felt miserable. She had been a pawn her entire life, and she was tired of it. “You’re right…”

“Of course I am! I know you better than anyone!” she smiled warmly. “Anyway, about the dwarf…” Charlie poured more tea into Gwen’s cup, her expression mischievous. “You always did have a thing for muscled guys, didn’t you?”

She flushed red. Her cousin was a lot to handle sometimes, and ever since Gwen had moved in with her, she still hadn’t adjusted to her flirty jokes. “Stop it!”

“What about those nicknames? My fair maiden! Sweetest flower! Oh, my Gwen!”

A cheerful laughter escaped her lips. She had a way of making her smile even in the most difficult times. “You are impossible!” She valued Charlie’s presence and support immensely, even if her cousin’s exuberance sometimes clashed with her own reserved nature.

“You liked it, though!”

A few minutes later, she looked out the window with nostalgia. “You know, sometimes I think of what I would be doing if my parents were still here. You once told me that moving forward is important. But it’s hard not to wonder about what could have been. Would I be already wed to another noble? Forced to forget abruptly about Arthur?”

Charlie gave her a comforting look. “I know you loved them, but come on, they never were the most affectionate parents, weren’t they? You’ve come a long way since then, Gwen. And who knows? Maybe this encounter with the dwarf will lead to something more. Life has a way of surprising us.”

She smiled again, feeling reassured by her cousin’s support. “You really think so?”

“Of course! And, you know what? After tea time is over, you’re gonna write a very flirty love letter to invite him over. You’re gonna bat your eyes so sweetly he’s going to forget his own name.” she suddenly slammed her teacup on the table with a loud smack. “And wear something enticing! With your curves-”

“Charlie! Holy dragon! I am truly shocked-”

“Okay.” She dismissed her worries with a faint wave of the hand. “Then you’re gonna write a very polite and very boring letter to invite him over. You’re not gonna bat your eyes or wearing anything scandalous. Happy?”

That was much better. “Very.”

They continued their tea, the conversation drifting to lighter topics. But in the back of Gwen’s mind, the memory of the dwarf and the hint of familiarity remained, leaving her with a sense of curiosity and a touch of anticipation.

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Arthur sat alone in his chamber, the quiet of the evening providing a rare moment of solitude. As he sifted through the stack of letters that had accumulated over the past few days, a tiny pink envelope caught his eye. It was terribly lovely and bore a delicate seal that he couldn't immediately identify.

With a curious frown, Arthur broke the seal and unfolded the letter inside. His breath caught as he began to read. The letter was simple, yet his lips couldn’t hold a smile. She was writing a love lett- no. Not a love letter, but a… he didn’t know what exactly.

Anyway, his pretty damsel made the first step and he was overwhelmingly happy about it!

Dear Sir Artie,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. I would be most delighted if you could join me for tea. I must admit, our brief conversation at the ball left me quite intrigued, and I would love the opportunity to continue it.

I promise not to keep you long, as I know you must have many important matters to attend to. But if you can spare a couple hours, I assure you, it will be a pleasant and refreshing diversion.

Sincerely,

Gwen

Arthur read the letter several times with dreamy eyes, savouring the graceful curves of her handwriting. Each line seemed to resonate with her gentleness, but also with a hint of something more -a subtle flirtation that made him grin. The way she mentioned being intrigued and the innocent assurance of a pleasant and refreshing diversion hinted at a playful undertone that Gwen herself might not have fully realized.

No, she probably had no idea. And the thought made him extremely content. He liked the idea of her being delicate and pure. His beautiful flower, in full bloom.

When did he become so poetic?

He reread the letter with trembling fingers. Here was the chance he had been wishing for, and it had come in the most unexpected way!   

Lost in his reverie, he didn’t notice that Merlin and Snow White had entered the room. They exchanged amused glances as they observed Arthur, who was still smiling dreamily at the letter.

Merlin’s voice broke the silence. “Well, well. Aren’t you looking particularly lovesick today?”

Arthur snapped out of his daydream and turned to see his friends grinning at him. “It’s not just an invitation to tea. It’s the invitation to tea.” he said proudly.

“An invitation to tea, huh?” Merlin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “You look like you’ve just received a proposal. I didn’t know a simple note could have such an effect on you.”

Snow White, ever perceptive, smiled warmly. “Arthur, it’s clear that this letter means a lot to you. Is it someone special?”

He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. He knew he had to tell her the truth, but… what if he enjoyed their time together? Just this once? There would be plenty of opportunities to explain himself. “She is. And by the way, who wouldn’t want to have tea with someone as charming as me? It’s practically a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

This made them laugh. “Of course, you are a rare treat. Just don’t let all that charm go to your head! Or rather, to your-”

“Merlin!”

“Kidding! I was just kidding…” He winked discretely when his wife was not looking.

Arthur felt a wave of jealousy wash over him. He once courted Snow, but Merlin was the right one for her. Together they looked affectionate and absolutely supportive of each other… and he wanted that, too. The curse was not making it easy for him, but he was determined to have his happy ending… and after that letter, he was more convinced that maybe Gwen was the one. “I need to find the perfect response. I want to make sure I express how much this means to me.”

Merlin raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Arthur’s earnestness. “Are you planning to pen a sonnet or something equally grand? Jack is the man for that, but he’s still enjoying his honeymoon.”

He chuckled. “No, nothing too extravagant. Just a simple, heartfelt reply.”

Snow White smiled warmly at Arthur’s resolve. “I’m sure whatever you write will be perfect. She will appreciate your sincerity.”

A few moments later, as Merlin and Snow left him to his thoughts, Arthur continued to study the letter. His mind raced with possibilities for his response. He imagined the conversation they might have over tea, how he would express his gratitude, and how he might navigate the delicate dance of rekindling their connection.

Holy Excalibur he needed to write something himself. Ugh.

He had never been the kind of guy who poured his heart out in letters or made grand declarations of love. That wasn’t his style -well, he once loudly declared his adoration, but he was drunk and talking to a cushion, so nevermind. He was more the charming, flirty type, always ready with a playful comment or a teasing smile. Expressing deep feelings in writing felt awkward to him. He preferred the immediacy and spontaneity of face-to-face interactions, where his humour and charisma could shine.

But he would try. For Gwen and for himself, too. It could be the only way to return as the real Arthur and he would not waste that opportunity.

So… yeah. Time to write.

As he began drafting his reply, he felt a renewed sense of hope and anticipation, ready to step into a future that, while uncertain, promised the possibility of something beautiful.

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Arthur entered the tea room, his heart racing slightly in anticipation. He glanced around awkwardly, noting the delicate floral patterns of the room. It was charming but also felt strangely ceremonial compared to the usual settings he was accustomed to. When his gaze finally landed on Gwen, seated primly at the table, a flutter of nerves hit him.

Gwen was seated with her hands clasped tightly around her teacup, her eyes flickering nervously as she looked up at him. She had a stunning pink dress that complimented her curves very much, and though she tried to appear composed, Arthur could see the hint of anxiety in her posture.

He took a seat in front of her, trying to ease the tension with a warm smile. “Thank you for the invitation, Gwen. This is a lovely place you have here.”

“Actually, this is my cousin’s residence. But I’m glad you could make it.”

What about her parents? Her old palace? He cleared his throat, trying to break the sudden silence. “You know, fair maiden, for someone who’s usually so curious about my life adventures, I find it amusing how shy you seem right now. I suppose I must be a bit intimidating.”

 “It’s just… well, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” She admitted.

Arthur nodded, doing his best to hide his own awkwardness. He was usually the one cracking jokes and filling the room with laughter, but today he found himself somewhat at a loss. Why? He didn’t know. Maybe because the room was far too frivolous for his liking. Maybe for Charlie’s naughty wink as she left them alone. Maybe for that girly dress that hugged her perfect curves- whoa. He had to calm the sword down – in every sense. Also, he needed to stop admiring her delicate neck, perfect for his lips to wander-

Okay.

He glanced out the window in search for a distraction and noticed the stables in the distance, horses grazing peacefully. An idea struck him, and he turned back to Gwen with a grin. “How about we take a break from tea and go for a ride? I saw the stables outside. It’s such a lovely day.”

Gwen’s eyes widened with surprise, but she quickly nodded. “I’d like that.”

Later, they both made their way to the stables chatting affably. Arthur offered himself to adjust the hem of her dress while she mounted a horse, his hands lingering on her tiny ankles just a bit longer than necessary. As they rode side by side, he watched her confident handling the ride. She moved with a grace that was almost effortless, a stark contrast to her nervous demeanour from earlier.

And dragons, he was taken aback.

He had expected her to be less skilled, given her delicate appearance and the way her parents had seemed to shield her from the world. “Fair lady, I must confess I am very impressed. Your skill in riding is truly remarkable. I would not have guessed that you possessed such expertise.”

Gwen smiled, her cheeks flushed from the wind… and for the nickname he gave her. “Thank you. I learned as soon as I moved here. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

Arthur’s playful grin returned as he decided to lighten the mood. “You seem so delicate I thought you’d be more inclined to prefer a leisurely stroll rather than a gallop.”

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I assure you, I can be quite adventurous when the mood strikes.”

Arthur’s grin grew a bit wider. He liked her response, very much so.

As he leaned closer, his tone lowering to a more flirtatious register. “So I’ve been playing it too safe, have I? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure our next encounter is far more… stimulating.”

Gwen’s eyes widened, and she blushed, clearly flustered by his comment. “You certainly know how to make a girl blush, Artie.”

He chuckled, enjoying the effect his words had on her. “It’s a gift, I suppose. But truly, I enjoy our time together. It’s nice to see a different side of you.”

As they continued their ride, their conversation flowed more naturally. Arthur’s jokes and playful banter became more frequent, making Gwen laugh and smile more freely. The earlier tension melted away, replaced by a sense of ease and enjoyment.

By the time they returned to the stables, he felt a renewed sense of connection with her. Their time together had been unexpectedly pleasant and reassuring, and he was more certain than ever that their renewed acquaintance held promise.

As they dismounted and headed back toward the tea room, he couldn’t help but think that their relationship might just be starting on a very promising note.

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Dear Gwen,

I must say, our recent ride was a breath of fresh air—much like the breeze we enjoyed. I was pleasantly surprised by your skill on horseback. You certainly have a talent for surprising me.

Now, I must admit, I’ve been thinking about our conversation and the way you handled yourself so gracefully. Seems like you’ve mastered more than just riding. You’ve also managed to handle my playful banter pretty well… But I must say, you still need practice! I’m beginning to think you might enjoy a bit of thrill after all.

If you’re up for it, I’d love to continue this adventure of ours. How about another outing? Perhaps this time I could use a companion for a little excursion I have planned. I promise it will be less formal than a cup of tea and more exciting.

Looking forward to your reply—hopefully with a hint of your adventurous side.

Yours in mischief and anticipation,

Artie

Dear Artie,

Thank you for your letter. I must admit, your remarks about my riding skills were flattering, though I’m not entirely sure whether to take them as compliments or as subtle hints.

Your invitation for another outing sounds very intriguing!  I’m curious about this “less formal” adventure you mentioned. I have always been more accustomed to the quieter aspects of life, but I’m willing to step out of my comfort zone—especially if it means spending more time with you.

How about meeting at the edge of the woods on Saturday morning? I’ll be ready for whatever you have planned.

Best,

Gwen

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he read Gwen’s response. Her willingness to embrace adventure—and her subtle challenge—was exactly what he had hoped for. He eagerly began planning the details of their next meeting, excited to see how Gwen would handle the plan he had in mind.

On the day of their planned outing, he greeted Gwen with a warm smile as she arrived at the edge of the woods. She was utterly beautiful.

“Ready for our little adventure?” Arthur asked, his tone playful. “I promise it’s not too perilous. I’ve just been dying to show you a bit of the world outside our usual confines.”

Gwen nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness. “I’m ready. Where are we headed?”

Arthur grinned and began riding, leading her along the path with a content heartbeat. “I thought we could explore a nearby village. It’s a small place, but it has some interesting sights — and who knows, maybe we’ll find the perfect gift for my friend.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. A friend of mine recently got married. It was a bit last minute and I didn’t even had the chance to buy a proper gift…”

“What does he like?” she was curious to know more – even about his friends.

He reflected deeply about that. Jack? What he likes? “Something shiny.”

As they carried on with their journey, his playful comments and flirtatious banter continued, but Gwen found herself responding with more confidence, her laughter and teasing matching his tone.

By the time they reached the village, Arthur had managed to keep the adventure light-hearted and fun, as he promised. They explored the market, tasted some local treats, and enjoyed each other’s company. His earlier pretence of a grand adventure had turned into a simple, enjoyable day out, but she seemed to appreciate the change of pace.

“I am most grateful for your company on this trip, fairest of maidens.” Arthur grinned widely. He knew all those nicknames made her blush – and he adored that. “I hope you had as much fun as I did. Maybe next time, we’ll find a real quest.”

She smiled with amusement. Again, those flirty names! “I certainly did. I’ll be looking forward to our next adventure — real or imagined.”

As he suddenly began to chat endlessly and showing off his biceps – and they were quite interesting to admire, honestly – she found herself lost in thought.

He was very considerate.

Every gesture, every subtle smile carried a warmth that was absolutely impossible to ignore. He was funny, even when he showed that little cockiness of his — a confidence that would annoy people, yet somehow made her smile. And then there were details she couldn’t help but notice… like the way his sleeves slightly strained over his biceps, showing them off effortlessly, or how his shirt fit tightly over his broad chest – a very strong and reassuring chest, even for a dwarf.

He was charming in a way that was beginning to affect her deeply, and she found herself wanting to stay close, just to see one more of those grinning smiles.

But maybe… maybe she should have paid more attention to the world around her, instead of those sexy muscles, perfect for- whoa!

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Due to a violent thunder – and her sudden pleasant distraction – her horse stood on its back legs and Gwen, caught off guard, lost her grip on the reins and fell directly into the nearby stream. The splash was loud, and she could almost swear she heard all her ladylike-manner books mocking her. Of all the times she could’ve fallen off a horse, it had to be this one? In front of Artie?

While she was flushed with embarrassment, Arthur’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly dismounted and ran to her side.

“Gwen! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Artie. Just a bit wetter than expected…”

Arthur’s eyes widened and he felt himself on fire as he realized Gwen’s white blouse had become transparent, revealing her very feminine, very lovely and very lacy undergarments. He quickly averted his gaze, stuttering. “I-I’m glad you’re okay. Here, take my shirt.” Turning away, he gave her privacy… but his imagination worked just fine.

Hearing all those buttons open, revealing her sweet curves…

Gwen blushed deeply once more, feeling both embarrassed and touched by his chivalry. She removed her wet blouse and put on his now strangely huge shirt, which was still warm from his body and smelled distinctly of him. The gesture was very intimate, and she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of emotions.

Arthur, now in just his vest, tried to lighten the mood. “Well, I always knew I’d end up almost naked for you, pretty damsel.”

She appreciated his attempt to ease her embarrassment. Truly. But with that phrase she pictured very different and very heated scenarios in her head… “T-thank you. I feel a bit silly, though.”

“Nonsense.” he replied with a playful grin. “I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”

“Just emotionally…”

“What?”

“Nothing! Let’s go back… those clouds look pretty bad and I fear it may start to-”

Holy sword. Was it possible to be so unlucky?

“Do not worry! This mighty knight shall protect you against this rain!” he exclaimed, proceeding to tie her horse to his one. “Gwen, I know it may sound weird, but could you close your eyes for a few minutes?”

It sounded weird alright. “Uh, why?”

“I will explain when we find a place to dry, just… don’t panic if I may feel… bigger?”

That phrase confused her deeply but there was no time to waste, as thunders began to scare the horses. “Then I’m in your hands, Artie.” She held back a squeak as two strong hands took her waist and lifted her.

He was… strong.

So much stronger than his usual dwarf form. Her heart gave a small jolt as he settled her in front of him on the horse, his warmth pressing against her back. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest, so solid against her, and she leaned into him almost unconsciously.

As the horses trotted forward, one of his hands found a place on her waist, steady and reassuring, yet the size of them startled her. It wasn’t small or slim like she might expect. Instead, it was large, almost too large, strong and muscled, as though it belonged to someone who wielded swords or worked with his hands day in and day out.

Her mind began to whirl, picking apart the details—the breadth of his shoulders that pressed against her back, the firmness of his chest, the way his arms seemed to fit perfectly around her, wrapping her in a surprising sense of safety. For a moment, she forgot about the cold and dampness. Every instinct within her recognized him not as a small, green figure beside her, but as…

As a man.

It wasn’t just his form, either. His voice, which usually held a playful tone, now held a richness and a depth that sent a faint shiver down her spine.

How could he feel so much like a man? This thought flashed through her mind, almost absurd in its simplicity, but it wouldn’t leave her alone. She could feel every inch of him against her, every vigorous muscle that made her aware, keenly aware, of just how different he felt in that moment.

As they rode together and she nestled against his chest, Arthur’s thoughts betrayed the calm exterior he fought to maintain.

He couldn’t shake the memory of her dress, soaked from the water, clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. When he’d lifted her onto the horse, his hands had easily wrapped around her small waist, feeling her delicate frame press briefly against him. Now, with her so close, he was hyper-aware of her subtle scent — a blend of wildflowers and something purely feminine — that stirred something deep within him. She seemed so small and so vulnerable in his arms, and yet he felt an overwhelming need to protect her. Each sway of the horse brought her closer, testing his resolve, and he steeled himself, gripping the reins with more force than necessary, willing his mind to stay focused.

They continued their journey, but the weather took an unexpected turn. Darker clouds rolled in, and soon, they were caught in a raging storm. Seeking shelter, they found an old-fashioned inn nearby. However, the innkeeper regretfully informed them that there was only one room available, with a single bed.

Gwen’s face turned crimson at the implication but Arthur, ever the charmer, reassured her with his distinct flirty tone. “Don’t worry, my sweet maiden. I promise I’ll behave. You know I can be good… when I want to be.”

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The small room of the inn was wrapped in a warm intimacy, thanks to the fire Arthur had just lit. The flickering light of the flames created an atmosphere that was cosy but also filled with a subtle tension. Gwen sat on the bed, her hands nervously clasped in her lap, while Arthur, leaning against the fireplace, stared into the flames as if they held the answers to all his questions.

There was a palpable awkwardness between them. Sharing a room, and even a bed, with someone you barely knew –ahem, more or less– but to whom you felt a strong attraction, was far from ordinary. Both were aware of the delicate thread of desire that had woven itself between them, making the silence heavier.

Arthur, or rather Artie, finally broke the silence. "You know, I’ve been in some strange situations, but this one might just take the prize." He flashed her one of his playful smiles, hoping to ease the tension.

Gwen let out a soft laugh, though a faint blush still tinged her cheeks. "I’m not sure what’s stranger—the situation itself or the fact that I’m starting to feel comfortable in it." she admitted in a near whisper. She felt torn between embarrassment and excitement, emotions she hadn’t expected. There was something about him that made her feel safe, yet kept her on edge.

His smile softened, becoming more genuine, as he moved to sit across from her. "It’s weird, isn’t it? How we ended up here, sharing a room, talking as if we’ve known each other for ages. But it’s... nice."

Gwen nodded, looking into the fire. "It is, indeed." she replied. "Maybe we both needed a distraction from our usual lives. A moment to... breathe."

Arthur watched her intently, noticing how the firelight danced in her eyes. He wanted to tell her everything—who he really was, the truth behind his sudden appearance in her life. But something held him back. He didn’t want to shatter the fragile connection they were building, didn’t want her to see him as the man who had once hurt her.

But she deserved to know something, at least.

"So, about the curse…" he said, finding the courage to talk. Arthur took a deep breath, his gaze drifting away as he tried to gather his thoughts. “There’s something you should know about me. In the past, I wasn’t exactly the most... upstanding of men, especially when it came to women. I took things lightly, never letting myself feel anything too deeply.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I led a rather careless life, and as you can see, I was punished for it.”

Gwen was shocked. How could it be? He was the most caring person she knew! “Oh…”

He sighed, the weight of regret evident in his expression. “I’ve had lots of time to reflect, to understand the mistakes I made. In a way, this curse it’s forcing me to grow, to become better. And though it’s not easy, I believe I’m finally on the right path.”

Her eyes softened. Artie was struggling to be a better version of himself, and that alone said a lot about him. He really was honourable. “I never would have thought... You always seem so cheerful, so light-hearted. But there’s so much more beneath that smile.”

“Yes, there’s more than what meets the eye, my sweet Gwen. In fact… whenever you lay your beautiful eyes upon me, you see this ugly tiny dwarf. But when no one looks, I come back as the strong and fearless man that I am. Oh, gorgeous too.”

She giggled, easing the atmosphere. “Well, sir Artie. Glad to see you’re always so humble.”

Arthur’s heart beat faster at her words. There was so much more she didn’t know… “Sometimes I feel ashamed for who I was.” His revelation was a painful one. Being vulnerable was no easy task for him. For a moment he stood there, the silence between them now comfortable rather than awkward. The fire crackled, filling the room with warmth. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, that every moment spent with her as Artie was a lie, but he couldn’t risk to lose her.

There would be time for the truth, and now was not the right moment.

Gwen took his hand, looking at him with warmth and understanding. Seeing his eyes wet made her heart squeeze. “The past doesn’t matter anymore. It does not define you.” she said softly, intertwining her fingers with his. “What matters is who you are now, the way you make me feel and how much you’ve grown. You’re a wonderful person, and I’m grateful to be here with you, right in this moment. The present is all I need, because it’s here that I found you.”

"I am grateful too, pretty damsel. More than you can imagine." Her words resonated deeply within him, stirring something he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Gwen... you have no idea what that means to me.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “There’s more you should know about the curse. I’ve been so afraid of my past holding me back. But with you here… I finally feel like I can leave it behind.”

Arthur knew that fragile peace couldn’t last forever. He would have to reveal the truth eventually.

Yet, for that night, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment, to savour the feeling of being close to someone who, unknowingly, had always held a piece of his heart.

“Do not worry. You can explain better when the right time comes.” She hated his crushed look. He had been nothing but a gentleman with her, and the thought of him being so superficial with girls was a very odd one.

Arthur, feeling the weight of their vulnerable exchange, glanced at Gwen with a tender smile, sensing that this exchange of feelings had done them both good. Then, he took the soft blankets and pillows from the bed and spread them on the floor in front of the crackling fireplace. The amber glow filled the room, casting flickering shadows that danced around them as he gestured for her to join him on the makeshift bed.

They lay down together on the blankets, settling in close as the thunders broke the silence and the heat from the fire wrapped around them. They talked about anything and everything, letting laughter and gentle words chase away the last remnants of tension. After a while he leaned in a bit closer, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “I wonder if you blush like that for anyone else, or if it's just my effect on you.”

Oh, he truly loved her blush.

Gwen's cheeks flushed instantly. She nudged him playfully, but her smile told him she loved every bit of it. “You know you’re the only one… my fearless knight.”

That sentence alone was almost enough to make him snap – almost. He had to maintain some composure, for he was in company of a lady. No, not just a lady.

Gwen. His Gwen.

He literally was the picture of calm and relaxation on the outside, yet inside, a storm of emotions raged. Every smile and every light touch she gave him, stirred a deep mixture of longing, affection – but also desire. So, putting those thoughts aside, he smiled and joked with her, clinging strongly to his self-control.

Yet, with each laugh of hers, he felt his heartbeat race. Every glance she threw his way struck him harder than he’d ever felt before.

Soon, her eyelids grew heavy, and with a soft sigh, she settled closer into his embrace, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep. Arthur tightened his arms around her, a peaceful warmth filling him as he watched her sleep.

The next morning, Arthur awoke still wrapped in blankets while a light rain continued to patter softly against the window. He stirred slightly, and only then he realized something unexpected. He felt warmth against him, something moving gently with him, a presence that made him hold his breath.

He looked down and saw Gwen snuggled against him, her legs intertwined with his. Somehow, during the night, she had moved closer to him, seeking warmth. Arthur remained still for a moment, just watching her, noticing details he hadn’t before — the tiny freckles that adorned her face or the delicate curves of her lips. Seeing her so close, so relaxed and unguarded, struck him deeply.

Without thinking twice, Arthur slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. He inhaled her scent, so terribly alluring, and closed his eyes. He was very surprised by how intensely he felt drawn to her. His feelings were growing way faster than he had anticipated.

But he would be worried another time. Right now he just wanted to protect this small moment of peace.

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Gwen turned to face him. They had just reached Charlie’s residence gate with fluttering hearts. “I’m glad we had that unexpected occurrence, Artie. This whole trip has given me something I didn’t know I needed.”

Arthur smiled, feeling his heart swell at her words. “And what’s that?”

“Freedom… and a sense of adventure. You’ve shown me that there’s more to life than I ever imagined.”

There was a spark in her eyes, something fierce and alive, and it drew him in like a moth to a flame. Before he knew what he was doing, he started fidgeting nervously. “My sweetest damsel, there’s something… well…”

But before she could come any closer, she tripped on a small root hidden in the grass, stumbling forward. He instinctively caught her, his arms wrapping around her waist to steady her. The sudden closeness caught them both off guard, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, breaths mingling in the cool air.

Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, their faces drew closer. It was an accident—at least, that’s what he told himself. But when their lips met, the world seemed to stop. The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, as if they were both testing the waters of a new reality.

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest, a rush of emotions flooding his senses. The warmth of Gwen’s lips, the taste of her—it was everything he had imagined and more. Without thinking, he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer, his hands sliding up to cup her face.

To his surprise, Gwen didn’t pull away. Oh, not at all. Instead, she responded with equal fervour, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him.

It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words between them, of the attraction they had both tried to ignore.

But just as the kiss intensified, Gwen suddenly broke away, gasping for breath. Her eyes were wide with shock, her cheeks very, very flushed, and before Arthur could say a word, she turned and fled, disappearing into the residence.

Arthur stood there, stunned, his heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. He touched his lips, still tingling from the kiss, and tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had kissed him back — he was certain of it.

But then, why had she run?

A wave of confusion washed over him, followed by a pang of self-doubt. Had he pushed her too far? Misread the situation? But the memory of her lips against his, the way she had melted into his embrace, told him otherwise.

Still, the thrill of the kiss lingered, and despite his uncertainty, Arthur couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, he knew what his Gwen tasted like, felt the softness of her lips, the warmth of her touch. It was utterly intoxicating, and he found himself longing for more.

But she had run, and now he was left wondering what he could do to make things right. One thing was certain. He wouldn’t let this be the end. He would find Gwen or maybe write her an apology letter and make sure she knew exactly how he felt. Arthur mounted his horse again, determination mixing with his earlier doubt.

But he had no time to waste here. No. For the first time in a long, long while, he knew what he wanted — and it was her.

Yup. Time to be a man – not a dwarf!

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My Lovely Damsel,

I hope this letter finds you well. I must admit, it is with a troubled heart that I write you today. Our last meeting, which should have been a cherished memory, seems to have left shadows between us. For this, I am deeply sorry.

Please, let me to express my sincerest apologies if I have offended you in any way. I never meant to cause you distress. I must admit that in that moment I was completely taken by your grace and beauty, and perhaps I went too far… Yet I keep thinking about what we shared, not with regret, but with a sense of longing—and I’m worried it might have put our friendship at risk.

I beg you, sweet Gwen, do not let this incident ruin what we started to build. If there’s anything I can do to make things right, or anything you want to say that could ease your mind, please let me know. Your opinion about me means more than I can express, and I’d hate to see it damaged because of my mistake.

I hope you know that I’ll always remain your loyal friend and confidant.

Artie

My Dear Sir Artie,

I received your letter with both relief and trepidation, for I had been pondering the same event with the same intensity than you. Please, do not burden yourself with guilt over what happened. I assure you, you have done nothing wrong.

Honestly, I wasn’t ready for the emotions that came up so suddenly and so intensely. But to be clear, I wasn’t offended—far from it. That kiss we shared was… Unexpected, yes, but also absolutely perfect. It was not the kiss itself that startled me, but rather the depth of my own response to it.

I’ve always dreamed about my first kiss, picturing how it might be... But when it actually happened, it was even more ardent than I ever imagined. The way it made my heart race and my thoughts go all over the place left me feeling overwhelmed, not by you, but by my own emotions.

I stepped back not because I didn’t like it, but because I needed to process what was happening. I was not prepared for how strong my feelings were.

I must confess I enjoyed our kiss way more than I expected.

Please don’t think that I’m trying to distance myself from you. In fact, I feel even more drawn to you now. I realized how deep our connection is, even though we haven’t known each other for very long.

I hope this letter can explain that my hesitation was about my own inexperience, not about you. Let’s move forward with the understanding that what we shared is just a part of the journey we’re on together.

With warmest regards,

Gwen

My Dearest and Sweetest Lady Gwen,

Your letter was such a wonderful relief that made me smile from ear to ear. It’s great to know that I didn’t upset you and that our moment meant as much to you as it did to me. I find myself thinking about that kiss a lot—clearly, you’ve made quite an impression on this mighty knight!

And honestly, I was thrilled to hear that our kiss was your first. I find myself rather lucky to be the one receiving such an honour from a maiden as lovely as you are.

Now that we’ve cleared things up, how about joining me for a sunset stroll, maybe by the enchanted lake? The view where the sky meets the water is stunning, and it would be a perfect way to continue our adventure… Or explore a bit more our pleasant activities, if you let me. I’ll even bring some food to make it extra special. Trust me, it’s going to be worth the wait.

I’m counting down the moments until I hear from you again and even more excited about the next time we can be together.

Yours eagerly,

The Amazing Artie

My fearless Knight,

Your words have brightened my day more than you can imagine! I’ve been thinking about our special moment a lot as well. Instinct told me that I gave my first kiss to someone truly considerate and amazing, and I couldn’t agree more.

But if I may dare, I guess I could use a bit more practice. Would you be kind enough to help me with such a quest? Is it too bold for me to ask?

Your sunset stroll idea sounds absolutely fantastic. I’d love to join you and take in the beautiful view. Great food and good company are always a perfect combination, so I’m really looking forward to it.

And, Artie, I have to admit—I’m pretty eager about where our next adventure will lead. If the kiss was any hint, I am sure your next surprises will be just as spectacular.

With warm regards and a fluttering heart,

Gwen

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Arthur arrived at the designated spot early, impatient to see Gwen again. He was ardent with the thought of her. Of being her first kiss, for starters. Just thinking about her trembling inexperience stirred something within him… Well, better calm down. If the intensity of a sole kiss made her run away, who knew what his raging sword could do.

He smiled wickedly, his mind invaded by impure thoughts.

Shaking his head, he concentrated on the beautiful landscape. The sky was painted in hues of orange as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the lake. He had chosen a secluded area on the shore where the view was breathtaking, hoping it would set the perfect mood for their romantic evening together. He even had Hans prepare a huge basket of delicious food for them. Then he added a few candles, a warm blanket and a nice bottle of wine. Yeah, he was the best. Not Merlin.

After a moment Gwen arrived in all her glorious and very blushing form. Her smile was shy but her eyes had an intense glint. “Hello, Artie… I hope I’m not late.”

“You are perfectly in time, my fair maiden.”

They exchanged nervous smiles, both of them feeling the weight of those meaningful letters. The air was thick with unspoken words, making it difficult for either of them to find the right way to start.

Arthur, ever the gentleman, spread out the blanket on the shore. They sat side by side, Gwen fidgeting her hands, unsure of how to break the tension, while he searched frantically for a way to make her feel at ease. Last thing he needed was a disaster date after that sweet exchange of letters.

Realizing that perhaps food would help, he cleared his throat. “Why don’t we start with something to eat? It might help us relax a bit. And trust me, this is the best picnic basket you’ll find around!” He flashed her a reassuring smile as he unpacked everything.

She knew she was way too nervous. But how could she face him? Especially after her admission through paper? Ugh, she needed to focus on something. But what? What on Fairytale Island could distract her from-

Mmh.

Her polite manners and her small bites of food were soon replaced by a few satisfied moans that amused him. But honestly, she couldn’t help it. The flavour of the meat was sublime. “Wow! This is so tasty!”

“Glad you like it. You know, I never saw such a vigorous response for some food. Nor a refined lady like you, eating a piece of steak with her bare hands.” He joked happily. Yeah, he liked this side of hers. He especially adored seeing a woman eating real food with gusto. Not just a few leaves of salad for the diet. That was so sad.

He had always struck her as someone with very refined tastes, but now he was pleasantly surprised to see her take a vigorous bite of the steak he had packed. Seeing her eat with such enthusiasm, Arthur couldn’t help but smile. There was something endearing about the way she devoured the food, unpretentious and… Real.

But when she caught him watching her, she immediately grew self-conscious, wiping her mouth hurriedly with her flushed cheeks as if she had committed a terrible faux pas.

That was so not lady-like!

Arthur chuckled softly and leaned in closer, his tone gentle but amused. “No need to be embarrassed, my very hungry princess. It’s actually quite refreshing to see a woman who enjoys her food. You know, most ladies are so concerned with appearances that they forget to savour simple… Pleasures.” The last word was almost whispered.

Gwen flushed even more, but ultimately she laughed along with him, her previous embarrassment dissolving into the warmth of his words. “I suppose I’m not like most ladies then.” She felt suddenly content, being there with him. Her parents would have never agreed on being so close to a dwarf -or anyone in general. Thank the heavens she had Charlie, then. The only one wiping away her tears, cheering her for her first horse ride…

And the one who gave her the talk.

She could still remember that moment with enormous embarrassment.

Arthur’s heart squeezed at her daring response, and before either of them knew it, they were both talking and enjoying the picnic, the earlier tension completely forgotten. As the conversation flowed more freely, they found themselves gradually moving closer to each other, the space between them shrinking with every smile and lingering glance.

At one point, Arthur found himself captivated by the way the fading sunlight danced across Gwen’s delicate face, highlighting the soft curve of her cheek. He leaned in, almost without thinking, catching her sweet perfume that sent him over the edge.

She was the one, he realized. The one who brought purpose to his carefree and frivolous life, the only one he would be devoted to. The future mother of his children. The one who, with her love, could break the curse that haunted him. With her, he finally saw a future full of hope. She was the only thought in his mind. Her eyes, her smile, her laugh… He would never have enough of her.

He knew he had amends to make –a lot of them. He once was a serial heartbreaker, wandering from girl to girl without worrying about the consequences. His arrogant side took over the most considerate one… And that led him the curse.

He also knew that going back being human was tricky. He needed a trigger. Despite all the kisses shared between Jack and Lia, the curse never lifted until he finally admitted that the pain of losing her was far worse than living as a dwarf.

Meaning, he needed to tell Gwen the whole truth. And it terrified him.

But now… All he could think about was her inviting lips.

Gwen’s gaze met his, and in that moment, it was as if the world around her ceased to exist. Their lips met in a kiss, tender at first, but quickly deepening as the passion between them ignited. She moaned, for she never felt a pleasure equally burning within her body. Oh, she was fervent with excitement.

His mind was racing, as well as his heart. His now human hands caressed her cheek in a loving gesture.

Every day. He wanted to kiss her every single day. He needed it. He could hardly believe this was real. After everything—after the curse, the heartache, the guilt—he was here, with her, as a man again. And yet, even as his hands cupped her face, feeling the warmth of her skin, a flicker of doubt crept in.

Did he deserve this? Did he deserve her?

But then, her soft lips pressed against his with more urgency, torturing him with a delicious moan, and all those doubts melted away. He allowed himself to let go, to simply feel, to live in the moment.

This wasn’t just a kiss. It was a promise, a new beginning.

The truth could wait a little longer... Couldn’t it?

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Gwen was out in the field brushing down her horse, humming quietly to herself, when Arthur appeared out of nowhere. She hadn't seen him for days — he'd been busy with matters of the utmost importance, adding that Prince Merlin couldn’t possibly manage without his brilliant assistance – or so he claimed with a self-satisfied grin.

“Well, well. Look who’s all alone out here, Lady Gwen.” Arthur teased, leaning against the fence with a playful smile. “Missed me?”

She gave him a playful glare. She adored his lively manners every day more. “Who says I was waiting for anyone? Maybe I was enjoying some peace and quiet.” she shot back, but her smile betrayed her.

“You wound me! But c’mon, I bet you’ve been counting down the days.”

“Well, maybe I missed the teasing. It’s strangely quiet without you bothering me.” Without warning, she reached for his hand and pulled him inside the stable, hidden from sight. He raised a brow in surprise, but the anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable.

She could do that. Yes! Absolutely! She spent days thinking about his taste and his big and strong hands and now she couldn’t wait anymore.

Oh my. When did she become so thirsty?

She quickly closed her eyes, knowing his form would shift the moment she did so. Then she felt his arms change, his grip growing larger and warmer, as he transformed back into a man… and in that moment, she wished she could open her eyes to see him, human and real, standing just inches away.

Arthur’s heart pounded as he tightened his arms around her. She’d been bold today, and he couldn’t resist the smile that crept onto his face. Their sweet embrace melted into a kiss, soft and hesitant at first, but as their closeness grew, so did the passion.

Her taste was… well, no words could quite capture essence of it. Each moan ignited a spark that left him craving more – like the taste of a forbidden fruit he could never get enough of. Speaking of a forbidden fruit…

Okay, he truly needed a cold shower. Like, immediately. Maybe he could jump into the river he saw outside?

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps made them both pull back. It was Charlie, calling Gwen from outside the stable. She quickly leaned over the stable window, keeping her voice steady and calm, totally not thinking how Artie’s hand was sneaking under her dress. “Oh, yes, Charlie! I was just… um, checking on the horses.”

Meanwhile, Arthur was crouched down below the window, his mischievous smile visible only to her. Gently, he traced his fingers along her calf, sending a shiver through her body that made her flush even deeper.

She gasped, and Charlie’s voice grew concerned. “Are you alright, Gwen? You sound… strange.”

“Just fine!” Holy Manners she somehow managed to maintain her composure. “I’ll see you later!”

As Charlie walked away with a frown, she turned back to him with furious eyes.

Uh-oh. He really had messed things up.

He feared he might have somehow crossed the line… even though the softness of her calf was worth it. Gazing into the fiery glint of her eyes was quite the experience… Was it the reason of the constant bicker between Jack and Lia? The sparkle? That electric tension that seemed to crackle in the air whenever they were together? He couldn’t help but wonder if their playful arguments were merely a facade for something deeper, something that lingered in the space between their words…

But those questions remained unsolved because Gwen abruptly shoved him, and he stumbled backward, landing in the soft hay. Before he could react, she found the courage and leapt onto him with blushing cheeks, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was anything but shy.

Holy Excalibur, he was lost to her completely.

That night, the F7 were gathered inside the castle library, toasting the return of Jack and Lia. The air was filled with laughter, as he recounted tales from his honeymoon and each story met with hearty chuckles and clinking mugs. Meanwhile, the girls were in another part of the castle, having a quiet night of their own.

“...and she practically dared me to! Incroyable!” Jack was saying with a grin. “I’m telling you, honeymoon or not, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be—with her.”

The group erupted in a teasing cheer, but Arthur only managed a faint smile. Jack noticed his friend’s distant expression and nudged him with his elbow. “Oi, Arthur, where are you? Head in the clouds?”

He snapped back to the present. “Just… thinking.”

“Oh, he’s thinking alright. That is a big deal for him.” Kio joked. “Thinking about a certain bellissima who isn’t here...”

"Come on, bud.” one of them insisted. “You’ve been suspiciously quiet about this girl. How’s it going?”

He looked down at his drink, his expression serious, surprising the group with the weight in his voice. “I’ve… made a lot of mistakes. I was a reckless fool with women, but Gwen is different. She deserves someone who’s way better than who I’ve been.” He glanced up, meeting their eyes. “She’s the one. I know it.”

His friends exchanged surprised looks. Arthur had always been the playful one, the joker among them, but tonight his words carried a rare sincerity. Merlin leaned forward, supporting him. “What’s the plan, then?”

Arthur took a deep breath… and could not avoid the blush. “We made lots of progress, lately. I wanna show her I’ve changed. She doesn’t know the whole truth, who I really am. But one day soon I’ll tell her everything. I just need her to see the real me first… the man I want to be for her.”

The others were speechless but also glad to see how much he matured thanks to her. “So you’re ready to settle down?”

Arthur smiled, the warmth of his friends’ support easing his nerves. “Yes. I want to build a life with her, a family… everything.”

The others cheered once again, clinking their mugs together in a show of camaraderie, all traces of teasing replaced with genuine support. They could see that Arthur’s feelings for Gwen were real, and that he was ready to fight for the life he dreamed of with her.

“I hope you find the same happiness I have with Snow.”

“Let’s toast! A goodbye to his dongiovanni life!”

“To Arthur and his pretty Mädchen!”

And in that moment, he knew he could count on them to stand by him, whatever the future held.

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Charlie loved shopping. And she loved Golden Goose Avenue.

So, when Gwen woke up that morning to her cheerful cousin yelling about discounts, she didn’t even flinch—she was pretty used to her cousin's explosive energy by now. She loved her dearly, but honestly, would it hurt to sleep a little longer? She had dreams she’d have gladly returned to. Very pleasant dreams. Very pleasant dreams involving green muscles and a big-

“Gwen?”

“Mmh?”

Charlie nudged her with a grin. "Thinking about someone? I know you’re all reserved and proper, but... spill. Tell me a little more about Artie. You like him a lot, don’t you?"

Her cheeks warmed instantly. Why, of all places, they had to talk in the middle of the market? Among so many people? "Charlie, please… you know I do. But it’s complicated."

Oh she was clearly enjoying her modest cousin’s embarrassment. "Complicated, huh? Well, you have to explain that to me, girl. And don’t forget the juicy details!"

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help the big smile that adorned her face. Just as she was about to reply, she spotted two women ahead—one with a warm, familiar face and the other, a pretty lady she didn’t know with a bright smile.

Recognizing the princess immediately, Charlie couldn’t help but let out an excited greeting. Gwen, ever composed, smiled and gave a polite bow. "Good morning, Princess Snow White."

Snow returned her greeting with her distinct sweetness, then gestured to her companion. "It’s so nice to meet you both! This is my friend, Lia." The princess’s eyes sparkled with friendliness. "We were just about to stop for tea. Would you two like to join us?"

“We’d love to!” Obviously, Charlie was thrilled.

A few minutes later, seated at a cosy tearoom, the four women began chatting over their delicious tea. Snow turned her attention to Gwen, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “So... I've heard a lot about you from Artie.” she said casually, her gaze warm but curious. “May I ask you how is it going between you two?”

“Yeah! As I always say, spill the tea – but not literally this time. We are in a tearoom after all.”

At the mention of his name, she felt herself go red again – so red. “Oh, well, he’s wonderful. He’s…” She paused, fumbling for the right words, feeling a little self-conscious under the attention of the princess.

Lia, leaning forward, gave her an encouraging look. “At first it’s always a little embarrassing to talk about that, but you’re among friends.” Lia shared a knowing look with Snow. "And speaking of beginnings, Jack and I just got back from our honeymoon. It’s been magical.”

"Jack from the F7?” Now that caught her attention. Was he really back, too? Like Merlin? She’d heard about a hasty wedding held at Whiteburg Castle… but she’d never been one to indulge in gossip.

Lia nodded, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “Yes, he said he couldn’t wait any more, so we kinda rushed things.”

Charlie, knowing her best, gave her a worried look. But she was fine! Absolutely fine. Yes. Oh, who was she fooling? She needed to know more. “Princess, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have any news about Prince Arthur?” She shared a brief glance with her cousin, who sighed slightly.

Caught off guard, Lia faltered. But just as was about to respond, Charlie leaned forward. “Hold on, Gwen. Are you still thinking about Arthur? I thought you had Artie now.”

At that, she was momentarily speechless. Snow and Lia seemed hesitant, as if they shared a secret… but come on. Snow White’s pure heart was well known among the whole realm, and Lia had a very sweet and comforting smile. She couldn’t doubt them.

Right?

“Arthur and I were once betrothed. Even though I’ve found someone who makes me truly happy, there’s a part of me that will always worry about him.”

"I-I know nothing about it, but honestly I’d like to hear more about you and Artie.” Snow reached out, placing a gentle hand over Gwen’s. “I have never seen him so happy.”

Charlie, always ready to stir the pot, leaned over with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, you’ve been seeing him a lot lately.”

“Well…” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “He’s kind and funny, but there’s also something deeper. I… I have feelings for him.”

Charlie – as well as the other girls – exploded in a few cheerful comments. “So, do you think you two are headed for a happily-ever-after?”

Gwen’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Charlie!” she protested, but her friend’s laughter was contagious.

Lia chimed in with a playful smile. “Well, considering my recent experience, I can tell you that a little bit of honey — if you know what I mean — does wonders for a relationship.”

“In the name of the Fairy Godmother. Honey? Really?”

“Yes!”

Everyone burst out laughing, and for the rest of the time, they shared stories, advices, laughs and plenty of naughty stories that Gwen found utterly embarrassing – but also very, very interesting. By the end of their tea, she really felt like she had two new friends.

At some point, the conversation shifted back to Artie. “…seems like he found someone who brings out a different side of him.”

“Indeed! He’s often displaying one of his dreamy smiles and it’s adorable, really.”

Gwen was overjoyed. Knowing she had the same effect on him as he had on her was making her head – and her heart – spin! “I feel like I’m finally ready to move on. He cares deeply about me and makes me feel truly special.” She admitted, even though a tiny part of her was still worried about Arthur.

But not like that, no. She was happy with Artie, but she’d feel much better just knowing her ex-fiancé was alive. She’d spent so long moping around that even the smallest bit of information might soothe that old wound.

Maybe she should ask Artie. If he was so indispensable to Merlin—as he mischievously claimed—perhaps he knew something about it.

Yes, next time.

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Under Charlie's advice, Gwen had prepared a romantic dinner to enjoy at the enchanted lake, where last time Artie had surprised her with a romantic picnic. She couldn't hide her excitement as she waited for him to arrive, her nerves buzzing like the waves of the water.

When he finally showed up, his face lit up at the sight of the dinner. “My beautiful maiden, you surprise me every time more! I had no idea you were so good in the kitchen.”

“It’s an essential skill for mannered ladies.” His compliments were always met with a deep blush. “But it’s not remotely as good as your picnic basket.”

“I shall savour every taste this damsel permits.” He really couldn’t help but making her flustered. She was adorable. “Till the last bite…” he added, with a devious glint. Oh, he would love to taste her for hours! He would-

“Artie!”

…and he should calm the sword down. He barely arrived and he was already picturing her with need-

Shaking his head, he decided to ask about her encounter with Snow and Lia. They had told him she was the exact definition of lovely – like he didn’t know. She was sweet and tender, innocent and tempting… and the whole mix made his head spin with every smile of hers.

During dinner, the wine flowed, and laughter mingled with the twilight, creating a magical atmosphere. Gwen felt a little tipsy, the warmth of the wine giving her courage. As they chatted and exchanged flirty banter, she noticed how Artie always responded with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes.

“Artie… I have a question for you.” Gwen said, tilting her head to one side.

“Oh.” He tensed. “Here I thought my charm could avoid a few lectures.”

Gwen cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s not a lecture. So… you know so many people in the kingdom. Have you heard anything about Prince Arthur?”

“W-what?”

“Well, Merlin’s back. Jack, too. I thought…”

Artie tensed, a flicker of panic rising in his chest. This was exactly what he’d feared—that she might still hold feelings for Arthur. And if she did, what did that mean for them?

For him?

He forced a casual smile, hoping she wouldn’t notice the edge of nervousness in his voice. “I’m sure he’s fine. Arthur’s always been… resourceful. Very resourceful.” He let out a small, awkward laugh before quickly steering the conversation in a different direction. “Anyway, did you happen to see the decorations for the festival? They’re… quite something this year.”

“Actually-”

“We should go together! We could dance and-”

“Artie.”

That tone. Ugh. “Yes, damsel?”

“You know, I was engaged to him once. Even if it’s all in the past, there’s a part of me that feels… I don’t know. I just want to know he’s safe, that’s all. It’s not about feelings, Artie. Truly.” She was almost pleading. “I don’t feel that way about him anymore.”

At first he tensed, but as he held her gaze something in him shifted. The honesty in her eyes — open, clear, unguarded — reached him in a way her words couldn’t. She meant it. She didn’t harbour lingering feelings for Arthur… even though he technically was Arthur.

But that realisation ignited a sparkle inside his heart.

He cleared his throat and leaned slightly closer, his tone softening. “I understand, my Gwen, that you have a kind heart. But you don’t need to worry. I’m sure he’s doing just fine, wherever he is.”

She blushed – for she felt herself fall for him even more.

He gave her a small nod. “If it would put your mind at ease, I can ask around. Discreetly, of course. And if I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know. Does that sound fair?”

“Thank you, Artie. That means a lot to me.” She hesitated for a moment, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “You know, there was a time when my heart might have been tied to someone like Arthur. But these days… well, it seems to have taken a liking to someone very different.”

Hearing those words, he froze for second before a grin spread across his face, wide and unmistakably pleased. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a warm, teasing tone. “Different, huh? I do hope this lucky someone realizes just how irresistible you are. Otherwise, I might have to remind him.”

Gwen felt her cheeks flush, her heart fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. She tried to compose herself, but the way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered—made it nearly impossible. “Well…” she whispered. “I think he might have realized that already.”

Arthur chuckled. He loved when she played along with him. “Good. I’d hate to think someone could be so blind to someone as extraordinary as you.” He gently took her hands, his grin softening into something more sincere. “But, please, if there’s ever anything weighing on you, or anything you need… you can always come to me. No pretending, no hesitation. I’m here.”

His words made her breath catch, and for a moment, she could only stare at him, the warmth of his sincerity wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. “You are so thoughtful, Artie. That means more to me than you know.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Then, he broke it with another teasing smirk. “Now, tell me—do I get to know who this mysterious lad is, or am I doomed to wonder?”

Gwen laughed, light and genuine. “It’s a secret!”

Her words hung in the air, leaving him stunned and smiling like a man who had just been granted the greatest treasure in the world. “You’re… truly incredible, my sweet damsel.”

She smiled sweetly against his lips. Whispering lovely words to each other, the world around them faded away. That feeling of connection, struck him like lightning: in that moment, Arthur realized he had fallen in love with her.

“My Gwen…” he whispered, his heart racing. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted – no, needed.”

The intensity of the moment and his affectionate words almost brought tears to her eyes – almost, because she soon felt an urgent passion grow with the heated kiss they shared. A lustful moan managed to escape their lip lock, making them aware that this moment would be etched in their hearts forever.

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Gwen sat by the window, gazing out at the soft glow of the setting sun, her mind swirling with thoughts of Artie. The last few weeks had been magical. The connection they had deepened and the kisses they shared became rather… lustful. Heated. Urgent.

Not to mention those secret touches that set her whole body on edge every time. Holy Manners, his hands weren’t just skilled at wielding a sword—they were something else entirely. Gentle, yet deliberately teasing, they lingered just shy of the places that would unravel her completely.

It was maddening.

It was like he knew the power he held, the effect he had on her, and chose to wield it with the precision of a blade. Every brush of his fingers was a promise, a dare, leaving her breathless and wanting more. Igniting her pulse like wildfire.

And yet, he never crossed the line.

That restraint drove her wild. It spoke of control, of respect, of a man who knew how to give without taking, how to hold without caging. But it also left her wondering—aching—for the moment when that restraint would finally break.

If Artie was this dangerously delicious when he held back, what would he be like when he didn’t? The thought thrilled her.

Also, he was unlike anyone she had ever known—attentive and caring, yet playful and mischievous in a way that always made her smile. But beyond the laughter and his easy-going personality, there was a depth to him that drew her in, a quiet strength that made her feel safe in his presence.

Every moment they spent together only deepened the warmth she felt in her chest, a feeling she could no longer ignore. As her thoughts wandered, Gwen realized with growing certainty that Artie might be the one she wanted to share something deeply personal with.

Her first time.

The weight of the decision pressed on her, filling her with both excitement and nervousness. Despite the strange truth about him – that he becomes human when unseen – and despite his current dwarf form, Artie’s mischievous grins and unwavering kindness earned her trust completely. For the first time, she felt ready to take a step forward. It was Artie she wanted to share something this personal with, something she had always dreamed of giving only to the right person.

So, yes. He was the only one. Giving away her innocence with no proper ring on her finger was against all those manners book she obsessively read, yet her body and her soul burned for him.

But she needed reassurance.

Seeking guidance, Gwen sought out her closest confidante, Charlie.

Her cousin listened intently as she timidly explained her feelings – first with wide eyes, then with a wicked smile. When she finally confessed that she was ready taking this step with Artie, Charlie’s expression quickly softened into one of understanding.

“Gwen, sweetie.” She reached out to take her hands. “This is a big decision. I know how much this means to you and I’m glad you’re thinking about it so carefully. But let me tell you this. When it’s with someone you love, someone who makes you feel safe, happy and cherished, it can be a beautiful experience… and it’s not about perfection. It’s about trust and connection. If you feel that with Artie, then you’re on the right path.”

A crimson blush spread across Gwen’s cheeks. “Thank you. I’ve never felt like this before, and I… I trust him. I really do.”

"Well…" Charlie began with a playful smirk, leaning in as if about to share a juicy secret. "I mean, I'm happy for you and Artie, really. But, uh... have you thought about how, you know, the logistics of it all are going to work out? Or is that part of the surprise?" Her teasing tone was laced with mischievous curiosity.

Gwen – ever so innocent – frowned slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Logistics? What do you mean?"

Charlie’s smirk widened as she shrugged innocently, though her tone was anything but. "Oh, you know... proportions, dimensions. Just wondering if you've thought about how everything will fit together. Or is Artie hiding more surprises than we realize?"

Her voice was dripping with playful mischief, and she barely contained a laugh as Gwen’s cheeks turned into the deepest shade of crimson. “For the love of Fairy Godmother!” Despite her embarrassment, her cousin’s playful advice lightened the mood, leaving her feeling more confident about the decision she was beginning to make.

She didn’t tell her cousin about the curse – it was not her secret to reveal.

Next day, Artie sat alone in his chambers, staring at the letter he’d received from Gwen.

It was… how to put it?

Mind-blowing.

She wrote that she was ready. To do… that.

How on Fairytale Island was a man supposed to behave?

He had to decline. Even if his heart – as well as something else – begged him to take her, his head was firm. It wouldn’t be right. He still hadn’t revealed the truth about his identity. Ugh.

Why did he have to endure such torture?

Artie groaned, dropping the letter onto the table as if it burned his fingers. He ran both hands through his hair, messing up the careful combing he'd done earlier. This wasn’t fair. Not to him, not to her. Especially not to him.

Sure, he was absolutely honoured that Gwen gave him her first kiss. But this? This was far beyond what he’d ever anticipated.

“Ready…” he muttered to himself, like repeating the word would somehow make it less shocking. “Ready for that.”

He shoved his chair back, standing abruptly. Pacing the length of his chambers did nothing to alleviate the pounding in his chest, the way his thoughts raced from excitement to panic to pure, complete terror. Could he truly be the man Gwen deserved? She was placing her faith in him, and that trust was something he didn’t take lightly. Memories of his past mistakes lingered in his mind, and the weight of his secret threatened to crush him.

Because deep down, he wanted it, too. Of course, he did. He’d dreamed of that in his quieter nights, imagining what it would be like to have Gwen under him, to share more than just a few passionate kisses or some heated looks. But he couldn’t let himself go there – not yet. Not like this.

He stopped by the window, staring outside with a frown. She deserved more than him—more than a man tangled in curses and half-truths. He wasn’t whole. Not yet. Arthur clenched his fists. He wanted to believe he was ready to tell her the truth. But he was not. He was a coward, scared to lose everything they shared.

The door creaked open behind him, breaking his train of thought. He spun around, heart leaping into his throat. Great. It was Merlin.

His wizard friend stepped in, his expression as unreadable as ever, though there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’re pacing. That’s never a good sign.”

“Not now, Merlin.”

“Ah…” he said, his voice dripping with mock understanding. “It’s about a letter, isn’t it? From Gwen.”

“How do you even know about that?”

“I am the wisest of wizards, my friend.” Merlin joked. “And I have eyes, too. There’s a pink letter right there.”

Arthur scowled. “I hate when you’re right.”

“I am always right.” he said, teasing the poor Arthur. “C’mon. You’re my friend – no. My hopelessly besotted idiot of a friend. And right now, you look like you’re about to either faint or set something on fire. So, tell me. What’s the problem?”

Arthur hesitated. He didn’t really wanted to talk about it. But maybe, just maybe, Merlin could help. He took a seat on the bed, blushing like a schoolboy. “Gwen said she’s ready.” he admitted reluctantly. “To... you know.”

Merlin raised an eyebrow. “To forgive you? To punch you? To run off with another prince?”

Arthur shot him a withering glare.

“Ah…” he realized. “That. Well, congratulations! You’re officially the luckiest man on Fairytale Island – or the unluckiest?”

“Well, the problem is, I know what’s the right thing to do. But I just wanna do the opposite.” He admitted in a shy voice. The triplets were right. He was a pervert.

“What’s gotten into you, Arthur? It’s not like you to be this jumpy.”

He hesitated before speaking, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Gwen… she’s different. She sees the good in me, even when I don’t. And now she’s trusting me with something so important. I don’t want to fail her. I can’t.”

Merlin’s serious expression softened, looking at his once carefree friend. “Arthur, we all have regrets, but they don’t define who we are. I believe Gwen sees who you truly are, not who you were. If you care for her as much as you say, then be honest and tell her the truth. She’ll understand.”

He was not so hopeful. “What if this secret tears us apart? I should have told her in the beginning, I should have-”

“Whoa, dude. Relax.” Merlin sat next to him, offering his support. “Maybe she’ll be hurt at first, but if you explain why you hid your identity, I’m sure she’ll come around.” Then, he leaned over him, whispering. “Also, Snow told me you are very dear to her.”

Arthur smiled, his chest burning with pride and joy. “You’re right. She deserves the truth.” He then prepared to leave with a renewed sense of determination. “This courageous knight will now face the hardest of battles: conquering my damsel’s heart at once!”

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Arthur rode through the forest at rapid speed, the rhythmic pounding of his horse's hooves nearly drowned out by the distant rumble of thunder. The storm was closing in, but it couldn’t match the storm brewing in his chest. He was on his way to see his Gwen—his maiden, his torment, his everything—when, out of nowhere, Jack appeared with messy hair, thanking him for the wedding gift.

Arthur forced a polite smile and thankfully Lia called his name, making his friend rush back into their room. He sighed, turning back just in time to hear the triplets begging him to admire their latest machine—a wooden warrior, complete with armour, perfect for training. After a few promises that he would try it the next day, they let him go, but his reprieve was short-lived. He barely made it past the main hall when Hans and Snow stumbled out of the kitchen, covered in flour head to toe.

“Try these cookies!” Snow insisted, while Hans smirked beside her. “We’ve perfected the recipe!”

Arthur sighed again, though this time with amusement. “These better be worth the mess you’ve made in the kitchen.”

So, with the cookies and a hopeful heart, he spurred his horse forward, determined to make it to her before the storm—and before anyone else stopped him.

And now, here he was. Courageous as ever – kinda.

He reached the gates of the manor and dismounted swiftly. The torches at the entrance flickered against the growing wind. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders and approached the door, knocking firmly. After a moment, the door creaked open, and there stood Charlie, leaning casually against the doorframe, her expression as teasing as ever.

“Artie…” she said, drawing out the syllables of his name. “What a totally unexpected visit. Did you ride through the storm for a reason, or were you just looking for an excuse to drop by?”

Arthur cleared his throat, unwilling to get drawn into her playful tone. “Good evening, Charlie. I apologize for the late hour, but I need to speak with lady Gwen. It’s urgent.”

“Urgent, huh? She just retired, but I’m sure she’s still awake. You may… disturb her.” She let him enter with a sly grin.

Arthur hesitated, sensing a meaning in her words he couldn’t quite place. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and Artie?” She tilted her head toward the windows, where the storm clouds loomed ever closer. “Looks like it’ll be a loud night. Lots of thunder, crashing…” the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. “Not that I’ll hear much of it from my room at the very, very end of the corridor. I sleep like a rock. So, you know, feel free to enjoy yourselves. Quietly or not.”

He frowned, genuinely puzzled. “Uh, okay?” he said, watching her disappear behind a door.

When he finally reached Gwen’s door, he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. He could do it. He faced far worse! “Lady Gwen? It’s me, Artie…” he knocked. “I know it’s late, but may I come in? It’s important.”

After a second, her voice answered, light but steady. “Come in.”

Arthur pushed the door open and stepped inside. At first, his gaze swept the room in search of her. The space was dimly lit, the flickering glow of candles casting warm shadows across the walls. “I apologize for the late hour but—” He stopped mid-sentence, his breath catching as he turned and finally saw her.

Gwen stood near the bed, her figure bathed in the soft light of the candles. She wore a delicate gown of a virginal white lace with subtle hints of blush pink, clinging to her form in the most maddening way. Her cheeks were flushed, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, but her eyes held a mixture of shyness and desire.

Arthur’s mind blanked completely. Every carefully rehearsed word he’d planned to say vanished, replaced by a single and incoherent thought.

Lace everywhere. Lace everywhere. Lace everywhere.

He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, but his mouth went dry. She was so stunningly beautiful that he felt blocked to the spot, unable to move, speak, or even think properly. His hands twitched as though they didn’t know whether to reach for her or shield his eyes from the overwhelming sight before him.

Gwen, noticing his stunned silence, shifted slightly, her embarrassment growing. She glanced down at her exposed body, wrapped in an intricate lacy lingerie. “I… I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About… trusting someone completely. And that one is… you.” Even her shaky voice was utterly adorable.

Her words jolted Arthur out of his trance. She was offering him something so profound, so important, and here he was. A liar. Standing on the brink of shattering that trust.

He opened his mouth to tell her everything, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead he stood there, staring at her, still thinking helplessly lace everywhere.

“Artie?” Her soft voice broke through his trance. “Are you okay?” She took a tentative step toward him.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away. “Yes. I mean, no. I mean– I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

“We can talk. But you look like you’re about to bolt out the door. Are you sure you’re not… scared of me?” she giggled, taking another step closer.

Gulping nervously, he took a glance at her. The way the candlelight danced on her skin made his knees weak. He shook his head firmly, forcing himself to take a step back when she took another forward. “Scared? Of course not! I-I’m just trying to stay focused, that’s all.”

Her lips curved into a shy but mischievous smile. “Focused on what?”

Arthur exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “My beautiful maiden, please…” But the moment the words left his mouth, she was already stepping closer, her robe swaying gently with the movement.

He groaned inwardly, feeling his resolve crumble with every second. He had to be strong. To tell her the truth. But then she was close enough that he could see her tempting curves beneath her delicate collarbone… And his pervy brain betrayed him again.

Lace everywhere. Lace everywhere.

When she reached for his arm, he instinctively moved to the side, putting more space between them. “I need to tell you something. Something important. But I can’t do that if you keep…” He gestured vaguely at her robe, his cheeks warming.

“If I keep what?”

“Just… standing there, looking so perfect.” He needed to focus. To think about Excalibur. About the cookies that probably fell somewhere in the room. About… Merlin. Yes! If there was something capable to turn off his boiling desire, it was definitely him.

But then his sweet Gwen bit her lip.

Arthur retreated even further, trying to maintain a safe distance, but stumbled backward and landed on the bed. Gwen stared at him in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth to supress a giggle.

For the first time in her life she felt alluring. Sure, she had her manners books and her well-practiced poise, but right now? Right now, with Artie tripping over himself, visibly undone by her presence, she felt a sudden rush of confidence. It was intoxicating, this realization that she could make him—him, of all people—this flustered. It made her feel beautiful. Powerful. Like she was a force so irresistible that he might lose the battle to keep his distance entirely.

He, on the other hand, laid stunned for a moment before letting out a frustrated groan.

It was almost funny that Gwen—shy, sweet maiden—was making a move, while he, who charmed any woman with a single line, couldn’t make together a coherent thought. It was as if the world had turned upside down, and he couldn’t decide whether it was hilarious or absolutely maddening.

“Artie, what’s wrong?”

He shot her a look, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Gimme a moment. I am… strategizing.”

“Strategizing?” she said softly, sitting next to him. “Okay, what do you need to tell me?”

Arthur took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was it. He had to say it now, before he lost his nerve completely. But as he opened his mouth to speak, her delicate hand took his in comfort. The touch sent a jolt through him, and his carefully constructed resolve wavered again. He was trying to do the right thing but failing miserably.

No other man was so deliciously tortured.

With growing concern she tilted her head, her eyes searching his, and the look she gave him—so full of trust, of something that looked far too much like love—made the words catch in his throat. How could he tell her the truth when she was looking at him like that? When she was standing there, wrapped in lace and candlelight, offering him everything he ever wanted but never deserved?

He had to do this now—no more delays, no more hiding behind excuses or cowardice. Gwen deserved the truth, no matter the cost.

But she wasn’t on the same page. “Artie… I have always been so proper and careful about everything… but tonight, with you, I just wanna…” her cheeks turned crimson. “Feel.” She admitted, her whispered tone tinged with vulnerability. She needed him –

so bad it almost hurt. She wanted to experience something so precious with him and him alone. No doubts. No hesitation.

Arthur’s breath caught, his resolve almost destroyed as she looked up at him with her stunning doe eyes and those luscious lips. Her scent, her touch, the faint blush that painted her cheeks—it was all too much. “I’m trying to man up here, my temptress, but you’re not really helping me.”

She suddenly felt way too expose, as if the delicate lace of her robe did little to shield her from the raw vulnerability of the moment. “Oh… Artie, if you don’t feel the same, you can just say it. I thought – well, nevermind.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, her chest tightened as a swirl of emotions surged within her – confusion, embarrassment and the sharp sting of rejection.

Her fingers twisted the lace of her lingerie as she glanced away, feeling the sting of foolishness for having dared to be bold, to cross a line she now feared might have only existed in her mind.

“No!” he said quickly. “That’s not it. I feel more for you than I can even explain.”

Her eyes widened and her heart almost missed a beat. Thank the Fairies! “Then what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Lace everywhere…” he mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

Arthur groaned deeply. He was losing control of the situation, and fast. He needed to pull himself together – but then she reached out and took his hand, her fingers warm and soft against his, his mind blanked completely.

She lingered even closer, her voice a whisper. “Artie, I trust you. With my mind, my heart…” then, gaining all her confidence, she left a tiny kiss on his lips. “…and my body.”

And the last thread of his willpower snapped. He reached for her, pulling her against him in a kiss that was fiery, desperate and utterly consuming. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he felt her melt against him, her warmth igniting every part of him.

For a brief moment a small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop, to remember why he was here. But that voice was quickly drowned out by the thundering of his heart and the feel of her in his arms.

Next morning he had to tell her everything. He kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair. He was ashamed of himself for being such a coward, but her feminine scent enveloped him into pure madness…

And he was so, so weak.

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He was a monster.

A coward.

A pervert.

He was every vile thing he'd ever despised.

Arthur laid between the girly sheets as the pale light of dawn crept into the room. The air was heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath to judge him. He barely dared to move or breathe.

Gwen slept soundly, curled peacefully against him with a faint smile lingering on her lips—innocent, blissful, trusting. And Arthur felt sick.

Yet, at the same time, he felt a traitorous warmth spread through his chest. He couldn’t deny what happened between them had been nothing but perfect. His muscles were sore, but it was the kind of ache that came after something beautiful. Something passionate. A night neither of them would ever forget.

And that’s what made him hate himself all the more.

Gwen had given him a wonderful gift – her innocence. The low moans escaping her lips were so pure that they made his blood boil. And despite the guilt gnawing at him now, he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

For her – for the way she had let him guide her, slow and gentle, careful not to hurt her. For the way she had trusted him with something so precious.

And Arthur knew he had cherished her greatly. He’d been patient, attentive, almost reverent, his every movement filled with the silent promise to take care of her. When he had heard her soft gasps, seen her body relax under his touch, he had felt relief—relief that he hadn’t hurt her, that the night had brought her pleasure instead of pain.

The memory of her beneath him—shy and blushing at first, then growing bolder, more confident as the night wore on—burned behind his eyes, a mixture of sweet agony and satisfaction. She had been beautiful. So beautiful.

And he had betrayed her.

His chest tightened as he stared up at the ceiling. What now? Would she still adore him if she knew the truth?

Arthur clenched his jaw, his fists curling against the sheets. He wanted to be angry at her—for being so trusting, for making him feel something he had no right to feel—but he couldn’t. The blame was his and his alone.

His gaze fell back to her, torn between guilt and something that felt dangerously like satisfaction. Because no matter how much he despised himself, no matter how unforgivable he believed his actions to be, he couldn’t lie to himself. He spent the night with the woman he loved.

It had been the best night of his life.

And probably the worst.

At some point Gwen stirred slightly, stretching her arms above her head with a contented sigh. Arthur watched her, uncertain on what to say, but then she gave him a sleepy smile and his resolve broke again. It was incredible how a soft and shy maiden had him completely wrapped around her finger.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." he whispered.

Her eyes sparkled warmly. "My knight…” She felt sore but the night they spent together had been magical, to say the least. He managed to make her scream in passion but also he almost made her cry – not for the pain, no. For the gentleness and the way he cherished her body, like it was his most prized possession.

"This stunning lad is unworthy of you… but I suppose you didn’t mind too much last night." he said with a faint, self-critical smile.

That teasing tone. "Modesty really doesn’t suit you, Artie."

"Maybe not. But I meant it."

How could a few words have such an impact on her? “Thank you for last night. It was perfect.”

“Thank you for choosing me.” sincerity filled his voice. “It is an honour I will always cherish dearly.”

They exchanged tender words, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the early morning. He kissed her shoulder, trailing his lips lightly along her skin. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them like a warm blanket.

Gwen could feel his breath against her neck, and it sent delightful shivers down her spine. He held her closer, savouring the feeling of her body against his, the weight of the truth fading away. Strangely, he was not embarrassed for being naked in his dwarf form. He felt content. Relaxed. Like he was meant to be with her – just like Jack once told the F7 about Lia.

He was grateful that she kept her eyes closed all night – it would have been weird to adjust for, ehm, proportions. But at the same time he wondered how pretty her eyes must have been, all sparkling and lost in pleasure.

Maybe that was his punishment for not revealing his secret.

“What’s wrong?” her voice did nothing to hide her insecurities. She noticed his thoughtful look and hundreds of questions filled her mind.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“It is nothing worth talking, not in the presence of a barely covered maiden like you…”

She blushed deeply, realizing abruptly that she was indeed naked against him. Yet, she decided to tease back. "This handsome knight might just have ruined me for anyone else."

Arthur's lips twitched into a smirk, the shadow of his earlier guilt replaced by a spark of mischief. "Well, I am known for setting impossibly high standards. I’d apologize, but I’m not exactly sorry."

Gwen laughed softly, giving him a light kiss. "Oh, are you now?"

"Absolutely!" He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing at her with an infuriating mix of charm and confidence. "Though, if you need a reminder, I’d be more than happy to refresh your memory." He really, really, really shouldn’t do it.

Yet… how could he resist? Just, how?

He would deal with everything later – much later.

Gwen laughed joyfully, and Arthur took the opportunity to lean closer, wrapping his arms around her once more. “Maybe I should be flirty more often.” he teased, as he buried his face in her neck.

“You shall.” she replied breathlessly, leaning into him as her heartbeat went crazy.

As their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, he whispered sweet nothings, his voice low and tender. The world outside quickly faded away, leaving just the two of them. With gentle and intimate movements, they found themselves lost in passion once more, both eager to lit the sparkle that had burned all night.

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The sun was high above Whiteburg’s gardens, casting a golden glow over the delicate blooms Lia and Snow White were tending. The two women chatted softly, their laughter mingling with the chirping of birds. Snow knelt by a rose bush, carefully cutting the stems, while Lia gathered daisies into a small bouquet. The tranquil scene was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps crunching on the gravel path. They both looked up to see Arthur approaching, his steps heavy and hesitant.

“Hey, Arthur!” Snow called out with a bright smile. “Where have you been?”

“You kinda look dishevelled. Is everything alright?”

He waved a hand dismissively, attempting to appear nonchalant. “Oh, just handling some matters.” He couldn’t let them know. He already felt bad.

“You disappeared without a word, and Merlin mentioned something about you planning to see Gwen last night. Oh! Did you tell her?”

Lia’s expression shifted to concern as she noticed his nervous look. “Wait. Did something bad happen? You’re still a…”

“Actually...” he began, but his hesitation only deepened their worry.

“Arthur.” Snow said gently. “If you went to Gwen…” She trailed off, her voice tinged with apprehension. “Did she reject you?”

“No.” Arthur said quickly, holding up his hands. “It’s not like that. I mean, she didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” Before he could formulate an answer, a new voice cut through the conversation. Merlin walked into the garden with a sharp gaze. “There you are. And judging by the state of you, I take it you’ve just returned?”

Arthur froze, unsure how to respond. He knew he was screwed.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I take it your visit to Gwen went differently than planned?” he observed dryly. “Don’t even bother denying it. It’s all over your face. You didn’t tell her the truth, did you?”

The girls exchanged confused glances, their concern deepening. “What do you mean, my dear?” Snow asked, looking between Arthur and her husband.

“He didn’t tell Gwen about his real identity. Instead of coming clean, he spent the night with her.”

Lia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh, Arthur. You didn’t…”

“I know.” Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I was a coward. I should have told her the truth first. But I… I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?” Merlin demanded, his tone hard. “You let your own desire override your sense of honour. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

His shoulders slumped, guilt weighing heavily on him. “I know!” he repeated, his voice cracking. “I know I messed up! I know I am a monster! But it wasn’t just…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. “It wasn’t just desire. I love her. And I wanted to make her happy. I thought- well, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He shook his head, his voice thick with regret.

Noticing his evident struggle, Lia’s expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. “You can’t build a relationship on a lie. She deserves to know who she actually spent the night with.”

“And she deserves better than this.” Snow agreed, her tone laced with disappointment. “Better than you making decisions for her.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, unable to meet their eyes. He knew they were right. Every word felt like a dagger to his chest, yet he couldn’t argue with the truth.

Merlin sighed heavily, his anger fading into weary disapproval. “You need to fix this sooner rather than later. If you care about Gwen as much as you say, then you owe her that much.”

Unable to say anything anymore, he just nodded. But as the others turned to leave, his best friend delivered the final blow with words that cut deeper than any blade. "I really thought you changed, Arthur."

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The sunlight filtered through the delicate curtains, casting soft patterns around the tearoom. Charlie sat on the sofa, studying two small angel statuettes with an almost dreamy expression. Beside them rested a neatly folded letter and a rose.

Gwen paused at the doorway, intrigued by the scene. She had noticed her cousin’s peculiar mood of late — smiles that lingered a little too long, a distracted air, and a certain glow that was hard to miss. She had resisted pressing her about it, trusting that Charlie, ever the lively and spirited one, would spill the tea when she was ready. But looking at her cousin's absentminded glance, Gwen’s curiosity got the better of her.

“Good morning, Charlie.” she began, smiling into the room. “Oh? Has someone decided to court you?”

She turned with a grin, clasping the statuettes like precious treasures. “These?” she said nonchalantly, but the pink tint on her cheeks betrayed her. “Just a little something from someone.”

“I won’t pry further, since your recent behaviour speaks for you already. But when you’re ready to talk I will happily listen.”

Her energetic cousin sighed dramatically, placing the statuettes back on the table and picking up the letter. “Well… remember that night when you decided to run off with a certain someone and left me worried sick?”

Gwen’s smile faltered – but also blushed deeply, recalling the night at the inn where Artie told her about the curse. “That wasn’t exactly—”

“Well, I ended up riding out in the pouring rain, trying to find you.” she interrupted. “And what do I get for my trouble? A tumble off my horse and a swollen ankle.”

“Charlie!” Gwen said, guilt flashing in her eyes. “You never told me!”

“Because it all worked out! My ankle was fine the next morning.” she said with a dismissive wave. “I was lucky. A kind man found me, helped me back home and stayed with me until I could manage the pain.”

“A kind man?”

Charlie’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she held up the letter. “Yes, a kind man. We talked for hours while I rested, and let’s just say that we hit it off. Since then, we’ve been exchanging letters.”

“And who is this?” Gwen asked. Charlie had always been the lively one, the bold one—but seeing her a little more flustered than usual was actually quite endearing. She loved her dearly since they had grown up together sharing secrets, laughter and occasional mischief. Seeing her this flustered made her wonder who had managed to catch her eye.

“That, dear cousin, is a secret.”

“What? Why?”

“Patience. A lady must have her mysteries.” She set the letter down and leaned against the table, her eyes sparkling with her trademark mischief. “Let’s just say… He might look like a beast, but trust me, he’s got the heart of an angel – and the muscles of a very well-trained blacksmith, I gotta say.”

Gwen laughed happily. “You really are something else!”

“Sometimes a beast is exactly what you need to tame a wild heart like mine.” she added with a wide grin, giving the angel statuettes another tender look.

Looking at her now besotted cousin made her extremely happy. “I’m very curious though. You never actually expressed any preference about men, so…”

"Oh, sweetie. Some girls dream of princes, but I’ve always had a thing for the scarred ones!"

So he had scars? She mentioned his muscles. Maybe a warrior? A knight? Speaking of knights, her head suddenly wandered back to a certain naughty dwarf – and a fire instantly heated her body.

“I see Artie left quite an impression on you since that night – a big impression, considering your screams.”

How could she have heard-

“Seems like my room isn’t actually as far as I imagined. But now please tell me. How was it?”

Gwen's cheeks burned as she tried to find the right words. How could she even ask such a question so boldly? “Well…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, come on!” Charlie huffed, leaning forward eagerly. “Don’t leave me hanging. Was it like a fairytale night, or an awkward first time disaster?”

Beautiful. Perfect. Everything she dreamed and more.

“Really magical.” she admitted, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. Her heart raced just thinking about it. “He was so gentle and caring. Like he was trying to memorize every single moment.”

“Uh!” she exclaimed. “Jokes apart, you deserve all the happiness of Fairytale Island. Someone who looks at you like you’re the only person in the world.”

She appreciated her cousin’s sweet words. “It felt like that.”

Charlie gave her an affectionate nudge. “Then I’m truly happy for you. But-” her smirk returned, mischievous and bright as ever. “If he ever messes this up, you know I’m coming after him, right?”

That joke relaxed her. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you!”

They shared a knowing look, the kind only family could share, before Charlie leaned back with another playful glint in her eye. “So, tell me. Is he actually skilled despise, you know, his size? Or is he over-equipped?”

“Charlie!” Gwen squeaked, mortified, but her laughter betrayed her. “A lady should not indulge in such-”

“What? A girl’s gotta know these things. Gotta make sure Artie’s worthy of you – in every sense.” She humoured her, hugging her precious angels.

Despite the teasing, she knew her lively cousin meant every word. They might have been embarrassing, cheeky, or downright scandalous—but they always came from a good place.

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Gwen and Arthur sat in the middle of a quiet forest in the outskirts of Golden Goose Avenue, their hands brushing every now and then. They chatted amicably, yet Gwen could see that Artie’s eyes were not as cheerful as always – he was trying to hide something and she instantly began doubting herself.

“Is everything okay?”

“Absolutely! Have you seen these bad boys today? I’m pumped!” He flexed his biceps with a grin—though it was tighter than usual, barely masking his nerves.

Was he already regretting the night they spent together? “Did I do something wrong?” she asked as past traumas began to resurface. Her insecurities had deep roots—planted by parents who, thinking of doing good, had shielded her too much and left her questioning her own worth. They’d made her feel fragile, unsure of herself, and always on the edge of doubt. And now, those feelings threatened to overwhelm her once more.

“Oh, no! You are just perfect, my pretty Gwen! It’s nothing.”

She frowned. “I know there is something you are not telling me.”

Hearing that, Arthur froze on the spot. “Y-you do?”

“Yes… I must have said something that hurt you, but I promise it was not intentional.”

By the shooting star! His hair almost went all grey. “No, trust me. It’s about me.” he quickly took her hand, as though her touch could lend him the strength he desperately needed. “I had a fight with my friends a few days ago and I still am pretty wounded.”

She relaxed. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He looked at her sincere gaze, filled with worry and love. What he did to deserve such a pure soul like her? Also, he truly needed some help, but how much could he share? “I messed up—big, big time—and they found out. One of them even threw an entire cake at me. Six floors up. Whipped cream and blueberries everywhere. I think I’ll be sneezing blue for a week, but honestly, that’s the least of my concerns right now.”

She blinked, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “They threw a cake at you? Six floors?”

“Yes. A masterpiece of sugary vengeance.” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to shake off the phantom blueberries. “But hey, I’m the one who made the mistake. I deserved it. I deserve much worse.” He murmured.

“What did you do to deserve that level of pastry combat?”

He saw that coming. From miles away. Damn, he could fly a dragon across Fairytale Island and still, he could see that question coming. “I did something that just a brute would do.”

Looking at his defeated look, her heart squeezed. “Well, I don’t think I have a good advice against a cake fight – it sounds like something you do with your brothers or sisters.” She stopped thinking for a moment. “What about your family? Maybe they can give you a suggestion…” she tried to comfort him.

“My family? Oh, I haven’t seen my parents since before the curse.”

Great. Now she felt even worse. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked-”

“Nonsense. I actually appreciate that you care so much about me. It’s been a long time since I thought about them, honestly.” He gave her a loving look. “But enough about me. What about your family? Is Charlie your only relative?” he once met her strict parents and often wondered where they disappeared.

The shift caught Gwen off guard, but the sincerity in his tone made her pause. "You know, I never really talk about my parents."

"My flower, if you are not comfortable sharing such a burden-"

“I think it will help.” Gwen sighed softly. “They had an accident during a trip and passed away. They were always so protective of me – too much, I’d say…”

Arthur’s brow furrowed slightly. "Why did they protect you so much?"

Gwen hesitated for a moment, as if the weight of her past was too much to handle. “My aunt – Charlie’s mother – was very prone to illness and died after giving birth." she explained, her voice trembling slightly. "She was fragile and my parents worried that something bad could happen to me, too… and became totally paranoid. They kept me sheltered, locked in a bubble... I couldn’t enjoy simple things like walking in the gardens.”

Shock hit him. “It sounds absolutely horrible.”

"It was." Gwen admitted. "I loved them, of course. They were my parents, but in some ways, they made me feel insecure. Like I couldn’t trust myself to make my own choices. To be who I really was. Only when I moved in with Charlie I started to see the world for what it really was. She opened my eyes to so many things... like riding horses, for example. I had no idea how freeing it could be."

He cursed himself silently as he thought of all the pain Gwen had endured—the loss of her parents, the suffocating constraints they had placed on her, the insecurities they had planted in her heart. And where had he been? Off chasing his own ambitions, blind to the struggles of the girl he was supposed to treasure.

He should have been there with her. Guilt again clung to him like a shadow, a constant reminder that he had failed her in many ways.

Yet, looking at her, he couldn’t help but feel proud. She was so strong yet so vulnerable, smiling through her scars like a real warrioress.

“And meeting you..." She looked at Artie, her eyes bright with affection. "You’ve given me even more joy, like your confidence and your jokes, you know? It’s like you’ve opened a whole new world for me, Artie. And I’m so happy to be a part of it."

As his chest swelled with affection, a tiny, persistent part of him couldn’t help but wonder what she truly felt about the marriage that never was.

He was dying to ask, but he also needed to appear nonchalant – as nonchalant as he could, obviously. "So, uh, can you tell me what happened between you and m- Arthur! Prince Arthur.”

Yeah, he wasn’t exactly stealth.

Gwen blinked, surprised by the sudden question. "Oh, it feels like a lifetime ago now."

Suddenly, his throat tightened. He was playing with fire, but he had to know. "Did you care for him?"

"When my parents told me I was to marry a complete stranger I felt weird. But when I saw him, it was like something clicked. It wasn’t long before I realized I felt something for him, even if we’d barely spoken."

"And then?"

“I was young and naïve.” Her expression saddened. “Merlin had invited him to join the F7 and it was an honour he couldn’t refuse – so he asked to postpone the wedding just for a year. I understood, of course, but it still hurt.” She hesitated. "Then, when the F7 disappeared, it was like losing him all over again. I didn’t even know what happened to him, and it hurt more than I’d expected."

He felt relief, the weight on his chest easing at the thought that she didn’t seem to think he had run away from their marriage. Yet, guilt crept in almost immediately, knowing he had still caused her so much worry in the process. “My lady, my sweet damsel…”

Those cute names always made her blush. "Don’t think about it. Right now, what I need the most is a kiss… and maybe something more.” She whispered, embarrassed for her own request.

“Here? Out in the open?” he gulped. Maybe he heard that wrong. Probably. Definitely. No way his innocent angel could ever ask for-

“What can I say? I’ve been corrupted – and in the most pleasurable of ways.” She giggled, looking at him with her not so innocent eyes.

By the blade bound in stone! Her shy desire hit him harder than any sword or spell ever could. But he could manage. He was the fearless Arthur, after all! "How could I ever deny my fair maiden the honour of my assistance?"

And then, with all the tenderness in the world, he closed the distance between them.

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Arthur swung his sword in precise arcs in the training field. It was a sunny day and he took advantage of his stress to train a bit. The dummy had been a gift from the triplets, their way of teasing him into staying sharp, but today nothing seemed to ease his brooding mood. He wiped the sweat from his brow, sheathed his sword, and sank on the grass letting out a frustrated sigh. He saw Gwen a few times in the past week and every time had been rather intense.

They quickly developed an insatiable appetite for each other – one that left neither truly satisfied, no matter how much time they had fun together. He, of course, was immensely smug about it. There was even a time Charlie nearly caught them. He luckily managed to slip under the bed, holding his breath as he waited for her to leave. The moment the coast was clear, he emerged, a wicked grin on his face, ready to pick up where they left off.

After all, it was a job he took immense pleasure in finishing.

He ran a hand through his hair, his mind a tangle of satisfaction and guilt. Gwen's face flashed in his thoughts – her shy smiles, her sparkling eyes, her sweet moans whenever he licked–

Nevermind.

How could he ever make things right with her after all the lies? And then there was Merlin—his best friend, his brother in all but blood. Their argument still stung. The wizard had been right, of course, while he had been reckless. But pride and fear had kept him from fixing things.

It hurt when his friends shot him those death glares. They had every right to do it, but it hurt. And damn, he missed them like crazy.

The sound of footsteps broke his spiral of thoughts. Looking up, he saw Merlin, Jack, Hans, and the triplets walking – probably with another lecture coming. For a moment, his heart ached.

Merlin was the first to speak. “Arthur, you can’t keep running from this.”

“I know I’ve been a fool. But I don’t know how to fix things.”

Jack smirked, leaning casually against a tree. “Well, admitting it is a start. Took you long enough, andouille.”

“Ja. Shutting us out? That’s not the way.”

The triplets nodded in agreement, their usual joyful smiles replaced with concern. “We’re here for you, amico.”

He exhaled, his shoulders sagging as if a weight had been lifted. “I miss you all, how things were. And I plan to tell Gwen the truth. Enough time wasted.”

“Well said!”

“You’ll have your chance soon enough. King Adam has invited all of us to a ball.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “A ball? What for?”

Jack shrugged. “He wouldn’t say. Just kept calling it a surprise. But he was pretty insistent we attend.”

He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. For the first time in days, the tension in the room eased, the camaraderie among them rekindling. They teased, laughed, and for a moment it felt like old times.

Suddenly standing, Arthur gripped his sword once more, determination shining in his eyes. “Alright lads! I’ll tell her the morning after the ball.”

“What? Why the morning after?”

“Why not tonight?”

“Oh man. You planning something naughty again? You should fix things up, not mess them up!”

Arthur glared at his friends, though a faint blush coloured his cheeks. “None of that, you idiots! I just want to enjoy the ball and dance with her knowing she’s happy. If Gwen doesn’t take the truth well, at least I’ll have that last memory.”

The others exchanged glances, letting the moment linger in silence. Hans was the first to speak, offering a kind smile. “We’ll be there, no matter what happens.”

Arthur nodded vigorously, adopting a commanding tone. “Then we need to be ready. Gwen deserves for that night to be perfect. Hans, you are on cookie duty – no blueberries. Bake something pink and girly and – well, I’ll leave that to you. If she’s like Lia, sweets might work miracles with her.”

“Hey!” Jack blushed, but couldn’t stop a giggle.

Hans laughed. “Ja!”

He then turned to Merlin, his face slightly tense. "Alright, bud." he began in a serious tone. “If it starts getting awkward, I need you to step in. I don’t know, save my skin or something. You know how I can get when I’m truly nervous.”

He tilted his head, a playful smile forming on his lips. "You want me to be your backup, huh? Smooth things over when you inevitably trip over your own ego."

"I’ll let it pass since I need your help. Also, you could say something nice about me. Mention my good qualities.”

The wizard nodded with humour. “Just a few of them. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm her with your personality."

“Merlin-”

“Fine! Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ll make sure she knows just how incredible you are – but only if you promise to stop doing that thing where you look like you’re about to combust every time you see her."

"I shall try." Arthur sighed dramatically. “You three. I need you to be extra attentive. If you see anyone getting a little out of line, make sure to keep the mood good – especially around Gwen. I want her to enjoy the night without feeling any tension in the air. Also, ask Snow and Lia for their help – Fairy Godmother knows I need it."

“At your service, sire!”

Finally, he looked at Jack. “Jack, I need you to help me prepare a speech for when the moment comes. You know how to put words together. I don’t want to stumble or sound like an idiot when I reveal myself.”

He smirked and crossed his arms. “So you’re admitting I’m the better storyteller?”

“Don’t push it, Jack. Just… help me out, alright?”

“Oui, mon ami.”

“Thanks, all of you. This might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Actually, you surviving Kio’s cooking might win the prize.”

“The recipe was written in a completely different dialect! Do you know how many dialects we have in Italy? They’re, like, infiniti!”

He paused for a moment, smiling sadly. “I just hope Gwen can understand why I did what I did.”

“Andrà tutto bene!”

“It’s not like she could resist that knightly charm of yours, bud.”

“Or those broad shoulders.” added Jack, winking. “So strong…”

“Thanks for the support.” Arthur rolled his eyes – but also laughed. Yes, he truly missed this.

“Anytime. But seriously, it’s evident how much you care for her – and how much you grew thanks to her.”

Surrounded by his friends, he ready to face whatever lay ahead. He would do everything in his power to make things right, even if it meant risking every single moment they shared.

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King Adam’s grand ballroom was radiant with golden lights and its enchanted ceiling was reflecting the dance below, but Arthur’s eyes were fixed solely on Gwen. She stood near the refreshment table talking to her cousin Charlie – who looked more excited than usual. The soft glow of the candles reflected on her blue gown, making her look ethereal. His breath hitched—she was truly stunning.

How could he be so lucky? He knew she had a golden heart, but damn. Her beauty alone was enough to marry an emperor – yet she gave herself to a dwarf.

Gathering his courage Arthur strode over, his heart pounding like a war drum. When Gwen noticed him, her lips curved into a shy smile that sent a jolt through his chest.

“You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, my flower. It’s almost cruel to the rest of us—how can anyone hope to look at anything else when you’re here?”

The compliment had caught her off guard. Her cheeks went crimson but stuttered a soft thank you while fidgeting with the hem of her gown – pure awkwardness.

But inside? Inside, she was a wildfire. His voice, deep and earnest, ignited something within her—a passion so recent yet already so powerful it threatened to consume her whole. How was it possible for her heart to flutter and ache all at once?

Her hands remained on the fabric of her gown, gripping it tightly as in need of salvation. The air between them seemed charged, and she struggled to catch her breath, knowing full well he was the reason.

“Oh, she is breathtaking, isn’t she? You seem to know a lot about that, Artie.” Charlie chuckled, clearly teasing them. “Well, I’ll leave you to your admiring. Don’t get too distracted, though. An important announce is bound to happen!” her eyes sparkled before excusing herself.

Gwen glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of humor and embarrassment. “She has a way of making an exit, doesn’t she?”

Arthur let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “She certainly does.”

He looked at her again, knowing exactly the curves hidden under that pretty dress and– for the love of Fairytale Island he should compose himself!

Suddenly, the music changed into a slow rhythm. “My beautiful damsel, shall we?” Arthur asked, extending his hand.

Without hesitation she took it. His charm and playful comments made her laugh, and his tender gaze never left her face. She felt content and desired and… in love.

Later, after several dances and shared drinks – and Gwen’s excitement at meeting Hans, the brilliant creator of her new favorite cookies – the grand ballroom fell silent as King Adam took the floor. The light of the chandeliers glinted off his regal attire as he raised a hand to command attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” King Adam began, his deep voice resonating through the room. “Tonight is a celebration not just of the bonds we share, but of the new ones we forge. I am delighted to announce that our alliance with the neighboring kingdom of Princess Snowhite and Prince Merlin is now sealed.”

The crowd murmured in approval, a ripple of clinking glasses and polite applause spreading across the room.  King Adam allowed the noise to settle before continuing, his smile growing warmer.

“But I have another announcement – one much closer to my heart. After much consideration, I have found someone truly special to stand beside me as queen. Someone strong, intelligent, who managed to see beyond the beast.” He paused, his eyes scanning the crowd before resting on a single figure. “Charlotte.”

Gasps of surprise echoed through the ballroom, quickly replaced by delighted murmurs. Gwen’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to see her cousin, a wide smile lighting up her face.

Suddenly, all of her recent happiness, the flowers and those angel statuettes made perfect sense.

Charlie stepped forward, her movements graceful despite the weight of countless eyes on her. She reached the centre of the ballroom to stand beside Adam, her smile unwavering as he took her hand. Then, with a tenderness that sent a wave of warmth through the whole castle, the King leaned down and kissed her softly.

The crowd erupted in applause, the cheers of the F7 filling the air. Gwen couldn’t help but smile as she watched them. Whatever scars King Adam carried, he was still a strikingly handsome man and the affection between him and Charlie was undeniable.

As the applause subsided, the newly engaged couple approached Gwen and Arthur.

“I suppose I owe you an apology, but you know how much I love surprises.”

Gwen shook her head, pulling her cousin into a tight hug. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m so happy for you, Charlie. Actually, for both of you.”

King Adam inclined his head politely. “Thank you, Lady Gwen. And… Artie.” His disapproving gaze shifted to him – great. Even the King despised him.

“Well… congratulations, Your Majesty. I trust Charlie will keep you on your toes.”

“She already does.”

And silence.

An awkward silence.

He was obviously irritated by his double personality – but he couldn’t blame the guy. He would fix this the very next day though. “Uhm, great. That is great.”

The weird exchange drew a hesitant smile from Gwen, who felt a hand gently touch her elbow. “Shall we get some air?”

Finally a break from… she didn’t even know how to describe it. “I’d like that.”

As they stepped away toward the balcony, Charlie and King Adam moved to greet Jack and Lia, who welcomed them warmly, their conversation flowing with the ease of old friends.

In the cool night air, the garden was quiet, the scent of blooming flowers filling the night. Their hands intertwined as they strolled down the cobblestone path.

The shared a few sweet kisses and gentle words, but soon the tranquillity shattered when a man approached them. He was tall and well-dressed, but his cocky smirk and the way his eyes raked over Gwen were enough to make Arthur’s jaw tighten.

“I couldn’t help but notice you earlier.” the man said, ignoring Arthur completely. “You’re the most captivating woman I have ever seen. Care to join me for a walk?”

“I apologize, but I’m already with someone.”

The man scoffed, finally acknowledging Arthur with a dismissive glance. “Him? Surely you could do way better – not this ugly little pickle.”

His hand instinctively balled into a fist, but before he could say anything, she stepped forward. A spark of anger flickered in her eyes. “How dare you? He is more than enough! He’s kind, loyal and far more respectful than you’ve just proven yourself to be.” How could he be so arrogant and belittle someone who had showed nothing but care for her?

A wave of guilt rushed through him. She was defending him—him, the man who had caused her so much pain in the past.

The man tried to argue, but after Gwen cut him off with a sharp glare, she turned to her knight to make sure he was okay. Damn, even in those moments she was thinking about him. How could he ever deserve such an angel? “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“Of course I did. No one is more honourable than you, Artie.”

For a moment, he was speechless. He was proud of her strength, her loyalty, and her kindness – but those very qualities made his heart ache. She believed in him and he felt like a fraud. His pulse was racing. “Gwen, sorry. I—uh, I need a moment.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” he shook his head. “I just—give me a second. I’ll be right back.”

Before she could respond, he stepped away. He felt suffocated, overwhelmed by the guilt that gnawed at him. He needed to talk to someone—someone who knew the truth.

He found Merlin near the edge of the garden, leaning against a stone wall and sipping a glass of wine.

“Arthur?” Merlin asked, straightening when he saw the distressed look on his friend’s face. “Whoa. What’s wrong?”

“I almost had a heart attack back there. She defended me, Merlin. She said I was kind and loyal and respectable. Me! While I’ve been lying to her this whole time.”

Merlin never saw him like that. It was utterly disturbing. “Calm down. You’re not lying about who you are as a person. You’ve done some questionable things, yes, but that doesn’t erase the good in you.”

His voice cracked. “It doesn’t matter. When she finds out, she’ll hate me. I’ve ruined everything.”

“Arthur Pendragon. You listen to me right now, or—”

But before Merlin could continue, a soft rustling sound behind them made them both freeze. He turned, his blood running cold when he saw Gwen standing a few feet away, her face pale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Gwen...” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She shook her head, taking a step back. “Arthur… Pendragon?” Her voice trembled, a mixture of disbelief and pain.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. His worst fear was standing before him, etched in her tear-streaked face.

“How could you?” Gwen’s voice broke, and she turned on her heel, walking quickly back toward the ballroom.

“No, wait!” he called after her, his voice desperate. “Please, just let me explain!”

She stopped abruptly and turned to face him, her eyes filled with betrayal and hurt. “Explain what? How you’ve lied to me this whole time? How you let me believe in someone who doesn’t even exist?” Her voice cracked, and a tear slipped down her cheek. The memory of every gentle act, every kind word, flashed through her mind. Did none of it mean anything to him? “Was that a joke to you?”

“No! Gwen, please, I never wanted to hurt you. I was going to tell you. I swear!”

"What, you didn’t have a single chance to tell me all this time?” she felt embarrassment, anger, pain – and heartbreak. She had let herself trust him, care for him, maybe even… love him. And for what? To be left humiliated and discarded like an afterthought.

She even gave him her innocence!

“How pathetic of me to think you were different. Don’t worry, though." she added with a bitter laugh. "I’ll never make such a mistake again.”

Her words cut deeper than any blade. Arthur watched as she turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of the ballroom.

The weight of what he had lost crushed him. The woman he loved—the one person he wanted to protect—was gone, and it was entirely his fault.

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Arthur laid sprawled across his bed, the curtains half-drawn, allowing only slivers of light to pierce the otherwise dim room. His sword leaned against the wall, untouched for days. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind looping endlessly over Gwen's tearful face, the suffering in her eyes and her final words that echoed louder than any battlefield cry.

The knock at his door came again, persistent yet cautious. He groaned, burying his face in his pillow, hoping they’d take the hint.

But they didn’t.

“Arthur?” came Hans’ voice, muffled but still carrying a tone of concern. “I made your favorite stew. Come on, it’s getting cold.”

“No, thanks.”

The door creaked open and his friend peeked in, holding a tray. “It’s still warm. I even added extra rosemary, just the way you like it.”

“I’m not hungry.” he said without looking.

Hans sighed, retreating and closing the door gently behind him.

Later, the triplets barged in. “Andiamo, Arthur!” one of them started, while another held up his sword. “Let’s sharpen this beauty. A good blade needs a good master, and right now you’re letting both down!”

Arthur barely moved. “Not in the mood.”

“You’re never not in the mood for swordplay!”

“I am now!” he snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.

The triplets exchanged looks, muttered something under their breath, and shuffled out.

Then came Jack and Merlin, standing in the doorway like conspirators plotting their next move. Jack tried first, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Alright, grumpy prince, how about we go for a ride? Fresh air, fast horses—it always works to clear your head.”

He didn’t respond.

The wizard stepped in, trying a different approach. “If you keep sulking, the whole kingdom might think you’ve been cursed. Like you aren’t already!”

“Leave me alone, both of you.”

Jack sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

Even Snow and Lia tried. They entered with quiet grace, one carrying a small vase of flowers and the other sitting at the foot of his bed.

“Arthur…” Snow began gently. “You gotta react. You’re stronger than this.”

“And stubborn.” Lia added with a half-smile. “Don’t let this ruin you. I’m sure it will be okay.”

Arthur finally turned his head to look at them. For a moment, it seemed like he might engage, but instead he simply sighed and rolled over, his back to them.

“We all care about you, and seeing you like this—”

“Then stop looking.”

The two women exchanged a glance and without another word they left the room, closing the door softly behind them.

Later, in the library, the group gathered between shelves of old tomes and illuminated scrolls. They had to make a plan – seeing their most sociable friend like that was truly disturbing.

“We’ve tried everything. Cooking, sparring, jokes, flowers—nothing’s working.”

“It’s like he’s given up.” Merlin added, crossing his arms. “And he never gives up.”

Lia leaned against the chair, her expression thoughtful. “Maybe it’s not about us trying to fix him. Maybe... maybe we need to fix what’s broken.”

Snow raised a brow. “You mean Gwen?”

“Why not? If he won’t fight for himself, maybe we need to fight for him. Gwen’s obviously the key to this. She’s the only one who can truly reach him.”

“But how do we convince her, mon amour? She’s just as hurt as he is.”

“Let us try.” Snow said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “A girl talk. Maybe she’ll listen.”

Kio was uncertain. “What if she doesn’t?”

“Then at least we’ll know we tried. For him – no, for both.”

The group murmured their agreement. The girls exchanged a determined look before leaving the library, the others watching them go.

Meanwhile in his room, Arthur remained still, the silence pressing heavily against him. Somewhere deep inside he knew his friends were scheming something.

He just didn’t have the strength to care.

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The sunlight seeped through the curtains of Gwen’s room, illuminating the confusion that had overtaken it—crumpled sheets, untouched food, and a stack of letters she had no energy to open. She sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes swollen and red from days of tears. A deep breath filled her lungs as she finally stood, her legs weak but determined. She wasn’t sure what made her leave the safety of her room but he idea of remaining there another day felt unbearable.

Wrapping a cloak around her shoulders, she made her way to the tea room.

The warm scent of tea greeted her as she entered. Charlie was already there, her smile wide and genuine as she rose from her seat.

“Gwen!” Charlie exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. She crossed the room in a heartbeat, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “Finally! I’m so glad you’re up.”

Gwen held onto her, feeling a small flicker of comfort. “I am here, indeed.” she murmured, her voice still hoarse from crying.

As they pulled apart, she noticed King Adam sitting on the sofa, a book in his hand. He looked up, his face softening as their eyes met.

“Lady Gwen.” he greeted her kindly, standing. “Pleased to see you again. I was beginning to worry.”

“Your Majesty, I owe you an apology. I fear I may have ruined your ball last week by leaving so suddenly. It was disrespectful of me.”

The King waved off her words with a gracious smile. “Please, think nothing of it – I understand you were overwhelmed. My concern is for your well-being. If there’s anything you need, I hope you’ll let me know.”

His words, so genuine and kind, brought tears to her eyes – but she had to stop immediately, for she cried too much already. “Thank you, Your Majesty. That means a great deal to me.”

His deep gaze shifted to his fiancé, who looked at him with pure adoration. “Charlie and I are here for you. After all, we’re a family now.”

The mention of their engagement brought a faint smile to Gwen’s lips. “I’m so happy for you both. Truly.”

They spoke for a while longer, the conversation light and comforting. For the first time in days, she felt the smallest weight lift from her chest.

But after some time, the urge to be alone called to her again.

Later in the stables, Gwen found solace among the horses. The familiar scent of hay and leather mixed with the quiet nickering of the animals as she moved through the stalls, running her hands along their silky coats. She spent hours brushing and feeding them, letting the repetitive tasks soothe her frazzled nerves.

As she finished tending to one of the mares, she heard voices approaching. Turning, she saw Snow and Lia standing at the entrance of the stable, their expressions cautious but determined.

“Hello.” Snow began softly. “We were hoping we could talk.”

Her shoulders stiffened. “I’m not sure there’s much to say.”

Lia stepped forward. “We know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But we wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For not telling you the truth – but it wasn’t our secret to share.”

“Arthur should have told you himself and he knows that. He’s desperate, Gwen. More than you realize.”

Gwen finally turned, her expression guarded. “Well, I am too. He lied to me. He let me believe he was someone else.”

“But he cares about you. He was scared and made a mistake but he’s paying for it every second you’re apart. We’re not asking you to forgive him right now. Just… think about it.”

“We only want to see you both happy – and right now, neither of you is.” Lia’s voice went soft, almost a whisper. “Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

How could they ask her something like that? Honestly, the very thought of Artie—no, Arthur—in pain, suffering, made her chest ache in ways she didn’t dare to admit. But she had to stay strong. He was at fault, after all. Didn’t matter how much she missed him or how much she longed for things to be different.

Letting herself dwell on those feelings would only make her weaker, and weakness wasn’t an option. Not now.

“I’ll think about it.”

It wasn’t a promise but it wasn’t a dismissal either. The princesses exchanged a glance, knowing they wouldn’t get any further today.

Left alone once more, Gwen leaned against one of the horses. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking into the fur.

She didn’t know what to think, what to feel. The pain of betrayal still burned, but the thought of Arthur suffering because of this situation, made her heart ache.

For now, all she could do was cry, the quiet company of the horses her only solace.

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The room was dimly lit, the curtains still drawn even though the sun had risen hours ago. Arthur sat at his desk full of letters, his pen scratching furiously across another page. For days he had poured his guilt, regret and pain into letters addressed to Gwen. Letter after letter, each one filled with apologies, confessions, and promises to be better—not just for her, but because of her.

I was wrong, my flower, my damsel. Please forgive me.

He wrote for the hundredth time. The thought of her crying because of him was unbearable.

I stole your innocence. Though I will never regret the precious night we shared, I regret the circumstances. You deserved the truth and I failed you.

I beg you, my Gwen, forgive me.

Suddenly, the faint murmur of voices outside his room broke his thoughts. He heard Merlin’s voice, firm and commanding. “Wait! Wait a moment!”

But the doors burst open and Charlie stormed in, her face a mask of fury. “You!”

Arthur was startled by her sudden entrance – and feared for his life. No dragon sent angry flames as much as she did.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration. “My sweet little cousin is in pieces because of you! She’s been crying for days—days, you brute! And when I finally thought she was doing better, I found her sobbing in the stables again. Do you have any idea how bad it is when someone chooses horses as their shoulder to cry on?”

He frowned – maybe crying with the horses wasn’t the end of the world, but he got the point. “I am-”

“You didn’t just lie to her. You broke her trust, and for what? So you could play pretend? She believed in you!”

Snow stepped forward, placing a hand on Charlie’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her. “Let’s take a moment—”

“No! He needs to hear this.”

Then King Adam entered the room, his expression one of quiet disapproval. He crossed his arms as he addressed Arthur, while his fiancé was getting some talk with the princesses – or trying to.

“My bride is right.” his tone was firm. “You’ve caused her more pain than you could imagine. You owe her far more than just an apology. While I have no intention of withdrawing from the alliance, you should know this—Lady Gwen is deeply hurt and it will take more than words to mend what’s broken.”

That was it. “Don’t you think I know that?” he shouted. “I know I’m a monster! I know I’ve destroyed everything that mattered to me! You don’t have to remind me – just… leave me be.”

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. He didn’t need anyone to spell it out for him—he knew he’d messed up. Charlie’s sharp glare was more than enough of an indication.

He had to fix this. He was a fearless knight after all, a man of action and resolve—yet standing there under that piercing stare, he felt smaller than he ever had in battle. No sword, no shield, no amount of bravery could save him from the consequences of his own foolishness.

“I’ve wronged her and I’ve let things spiral out of control. But I swear, I will make this right. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Words are cheap, you know. If you truly want to fix this, you’ll have to prove it – not to me, not to anyone else. To her.”

He had faced dragons, storms and countless battles, yet the challenge of winning back her trust felt more daunting than all of them combined.

But a real knight never gave up, especially not on someone so important.

In a hurry, he grabbed one of the letters from the desk, folded it carefully and slipped it into his pocket.

Without another word he pushed past the group with determination in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the girly tearoom was quiet, the fire crackling softly. Gwen sat in a chair by the fire, staring into the flames. Her fingers traced the edge of the teacup, though she hadn’t taken a sip. She felt miserable – partially because of the pain she felt – but mostly… because of Arthur. Her heart missed him in ways she still couldn’t comprehend.

The thought of him, just as broken as she was, was unbearable.

Why? Why did she care so much? Her mind scrambled for answers, absurd ones included. What if the tea was spiked? Could Charlie, in some well-meaning but misguided attempt to ease her pain, have slipped something into it?

No. Charlie wouldn’t.

…would she?

Her thoughts spiralled until Arthur abruptly stepped into the tearoom. Her breath hitched as their eyes met—hers red and puffy from endless tears, his shadowed with regret. For a long moment, neither spoke.

She blinked, unsure if he was truly there or just another cruel trick of her weary mind. Slowly, she sniffed her teacup.

Not spiked.

His chest tightened painfully as he saw her hurt look. “Gwen…”

“Why are you here?” She looked away, her hand gripping the teacup a little tighter.

“I came to—”

“Please.” she interrupted, her voice cracking. “I can’t do this anymore, Arthur. I can’t keep crying over you – it’s too much. Please, just leave.”

Hearing those words made his heart shatter but he couldn’t blame her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the letter he had written.

“I know I can’t make this right – everyone was pretty clear about that. But I hope this will help you understand me.” He placed the letter on the table beside her and took a step back. “I’m so, so sorry, my Gwen.” he said one last time before retreating with despair.

As the door closed behind him, she immediately reached for the letter, her fingers trembling as she unfolded it. Her eyes scanned his words with fervent desperation, for he had laid his soul on the page – and before she could stop herself, fresh tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Those words were so raw and honest that finally she truly understood the depth of his feelings – and the reasons behind them.

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My most precious damsel,

I’ve written and rewritten these words so many times, yet none seem worthy of expressing how deeply sorry I am. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this letter, but I hope you do. In these clumsy words, I hope you’ll see the truth I should have told you long ago.

I’ve regretted lying to you every moment since I first realized what a mistake it was. I feared, Gwen—feared more than anything—that you would hate me if you knew. I was a coward, desperate to keep you close, so I chose silence. I foolishly thought that if I could show you I wasn’t the man I used to be, if I could prove to you that I was worthy of your trust and your kindness, then perhaps I could make up for my past.

You must know this, Gwen. You are the reason I began to change. I have made mistakes—so many—but you have been my guiding star through all of them. You’ve shown me what it means to be selfless, kind, and brave. You’ve shown me the kind of man I could be, the kind of man I want to be.

And I am so sorry that I failed you.

The night you gave me your heart, your trust, your innocence… it meant more to me than I can ever put into words. It wasn’t just a moment. It was a piece of your soul that you shared with me, and I will carry it with me for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you, but I will treasure that night forever.

And yet, I ruined it. I ruined us.

I should have told you the truth before that night, before I let you make a choice without knowing everything. For that, Gwen, I will never stop being regretful. I stole something sacred from you, and it haunts me every day. I know my apologies can’t undo the pain I’ve caused you, but please believe that I would give anything—literally anything—to go back and do it differently.

Trust me when I say that I’d rather remain a dwarf my whole life, just to have your forgiveness – or even just one of your smiles again.

After the curse I was too ashamed to come back to you, too afraid to let you see what I had become. I thought if I stayed away, it would be easier for you. That you would forget me and find someone better. But in my cowardice, I abandoned you when you needed me most. I wasn’t there to explain, to hold your hand, to comfort you in your moments of pain. I know you faced so much on your own, and my absence only made it worse. I will never forgive myself for leaving you to suffer alone.

I understand If you hate me. I deserve it.

But, my sweet Gwen, I hope with all my heart that you don’t. Because the thought of you looking at me with nothing but hatred… it’s unbearable. I don’t ask for forgiveness, because I know I haven’t earned it, but I ask that you remember the parts of me that you once cared for.

I love you, Gwen.

I love you in a way I’ve never loved anyone before. You are the best part of me, the only thing that has ever truly mattered. I wish I could tell you this in person, but I know I don’t have the right to ask for your presence.

I will do everything in my power to be better, not for my own sake, but because you deserve nothing less than the best of me. If I could take away your pain, if I could bear it all myself, I would. But all I can do is hope that one day, you might find it in your heart to see me not as the man who hurt you, but as the man who will never stop trying to be worthy of you.

If you wish to forgive me—and I desperately hope you do—you’ll find me in Risky Rock. I’ll be there for a week, waiting for your arrival.

If you choose not to come... well, I promise I won’t bother you again.

Whatever your decision, Gwen, I will accept it. But please, never doubt how much I love you.

That love will remain, unwavering, until my last breath.

Your shining knight,

Arthur

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Arthur sat near the fireplace in Risky Rock, his mind as restless as the storm raging outside. He stared at the flames, replaying every mistake he had made, every wound he had inflicted on Gwen— not intentionally.

It was almost the end of the week and his hopes were dissipating day after day, but there was still the tiniest sparkle of optimism inside of him.

He had been a coward. The letter he had written felt like both a confession and a plea, but even now, he doubted it could convey the depth of his remorse. He had tried to pour his heart into those words, yet a nagging voice whispered that they weren’t enough – that he wasn’t enough.

The sudden sound of a knock broke through his thoughts, startling him. Could it be…? Arthur’s heart leaped to his throat. He stood, his pulse quickening as he approached the door.

When he opened it, the sight before him nearly shattered him.

“Gwen…” he breathed. She stood there, rain-soaked and trembling, clutching the letter to her chest. The sight of her in such a state pierced through him like a dagger.

His instinct was to reach out, to pull her inside and shield her from the storm, but the raw emotion in her eyes froze him in place. “Come in! You’re soaked!” he managed to say, stepping aside to let her in. Noticing the absence of reaction, he inevitably worried. “Gwen, did something happen? Are you hurt?”

How could she tell him that his letter changed her whole world? That the intensity of his words overwhelmed her to the point of no return? “I… I had to see you.”

Those words sent a mixture of hope and fear surging through him. He led her to the fire, draping a blanket over her shoulders, his hands lingering as if afraid to let go. “Then tell me. What’s wrong?”

She held up the letter, her hands trembling. “This.” she said. “Reading it was- every word- And I couldn’t- I couldn’t stay silent anymore.”

His stomach twisted. Her confused words made his throat tighten.

“Arthur…” she began with a shaky smile. “I’ve been such a fool. I let my anger blind me. I let my pride keep me from seeing the truth—from seeing you. I’ve spent too much time hurting both of us and I’m sorry. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was waste precious time.”

Her words hit him like a wave, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. Was she really forgiving him? It looked like a dream come true – but maybe that’s what it was. A dream. “Gwen, I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you – not after what I’ve done. I stole your innocence. I—”

“Stop.” she interrupted firmly, reaching for his hands. His eyes were wide open, as if they couldn’t believe that she was in front of him – and that made her chest squeeze with affection. “Listen to me. You didn’t steal anything from me. That night wasn’t a mistake and it wasn’t something I regret. Maybe the circumstances weren’t so great after all, but the only thing I regret is letting my fear keep me from seeing what’s in my heart.”

He stared at her, his breath catching. “But I’ve hurt you, Gwen. I’ve made you cry, made you question everything—”

“Yes.” she admitted softly. “You’ve made mistakes. Who doesn’t? But Arthur, don’t you see? You’re not a monster. You’re a man who’s learned, who’s grown, who’s made things right. You’re the man who loves me and…” a blush coloured her. “I love you too.”

Suddenly, disbelief overwhelmed him. “You... you love me?”

“Yes.” Happy tears were flowing freely now. “I do. And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. But I’m here now, Arthur. I’m here because I want us. Because you are the one for me.”

Her words broke something inside him and he felt his own tears well up. “I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that, but I never thought… I never thought I deserved it.”

She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. “You do. You always have.” She planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. “You are my fearless knight, after all.”

For the love of Excalibur, yes! The woman he loved, loved him back! No pleasure was greater than this. No victory, no golden prize.

“Hope you realize you are now stuck with me forever, my beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, am I?”

"You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just forget I’m a dwarf and sweep you off your feet."

"Arthur! You can’t just say things like that!"

He laughed with enthusiasm. “Then I will just say this.” Theatrically, he went down on one knee and kissed her hand. “My fair maiden, love of my life. Will you please become the precious wife of this mighty and handsome knight?”

“I couldn’t hope for anything less!” she exclaimed happily. Reading his letter opened her eyes – and her heart – in many ways. Sure, he made questionable choices, but now she understood his actions. They had shared so many things together that her heart already made a decision – and it was the right one. How could she deny him forgiveness, when he showed her nothing but care and love? When every one of his glances was filled with gentleness? When every caress meant respect, yet desire?

Meanwhile, his heart was beating furiously. He was the luckiest lad on Fairytale Island. He promised himself he would never let a day go by without telling her how much he loved her. He would shower her with flowers, cookies, and gallops.

He would keep writing her letters—not just because he was damn good at it, but because it had become their thing. It was their special way of expressing affection, of bridging the words they sometimes found too hard to say aloud.

As they got closer, he envisioned mornings where they’d wake up together, afternoons filled with laughter, and evenings spent under the covers, sharing kisses and much, much more.

Unable to hold back any longer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, a culmination of all the pain, longing, and love they had kept bottled up.

Suddenly, a golden light erupted around them, warm and radiant, filling the house with a glow that seemed to pulse with life. Arthur felt a surge of energy course through him, a warmth that seemed to seep into his very soul.

When the light faded, Gwen gasped. “Arthur…”

He looked down at his hands, finally strong and human. A laugh escaped him, full of disbelief and wonder. “The curse is gone! I knew you were amazing, my lovely fiancé.”

“I haven’t done anything. It was you. You’ve grown so much.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly as if afraid to let go. “No, Gwen. It’s you. You are my miracle.”

“Oh, come on!” she went crimson at that sweet comment.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in, his grin widening. “You know, I love seeing you blush like that – and I plan of making it happen every single day from now on.”

She raised an eyebrow, feeling a familiar heat rise to her cheeks. His usual cockiness was back, but she learned to tame him in the most playful ways. “Oh really? You think you can?”

Feeling confident, he slowly undressed her near the warm flames. Her soft body was trembling – both from the rain and desire – and he took in what was impatiently waiting for him. “Challenge accepted.”

Outside, the storm began to calm, as if the world itself was acknowledging the end of their struggle and the beginning of something new.