Sit next to him

You get up walk over and sit next to him. He leans his head on your shoulder.

"I'm really glad you came Gwent." King Arthur said, "I just...seeing you naked with Lancelot earlier..."

"What about that?" you say, putting a hand on his head, and brushing your fingers through his hair.

"You know I trust you, right?" King Arthur said.

"I know," you say.

"And you know I trust you when you said you and him didn't do anything at the river." King Arthur said.

"Yeah, I know," you say. {If Fucked Lancelot = true} You can't help but feel a little guilty about lying to him. {endif}

"I just...I don't like seeing you like that with other guys." He moves his head so it's resting on your lap. The sudden warmth in your lap gives you a softie. He pulls your hand under his arm, holding it close to him.

"I know we aren't official or anything..." the king said, "But some day I'd like to be. I'd like to rule Camelot with you by my side."

"Then why not?" you say, playing with his hair some more.

"You know it's difficult for me. I'm the king. There are certain expectations my kingdom has of me. As a king, marriages are often diplomatic."

"I am a noble from a wealthy family? That can't be the problem."

"No, that's not it." the king says, "The problem is one of my favorite things about you." He turns up to look at your face, "That you are a man."

"I don't see the problem with that?" you say and the king sighs, looking back at the fire.

"I want to make Camelot a shining beacon of light. A safe haven for everyone who lives here...But even despite my best efforts, removing the gay fear in my kingdom will take time."

"Well, if your people saw you with me, maybe that would jumpstart the process?"

"The other issue is that you have a penis." King Arthur said, shifting his head. "A king is supposed to marry someone who can produce heirs."

"We could take on a ward?" you say, but you the king's silence answers for you. You both are quiet, looking into the fire. You stroke the king's hair, he's holding your hand with both of his close to his heart. Looking down, you see his eyes are closed. You can't help but smile looking at his sleeping body. You know you could just wish away his problems, but something inside you knows that wishing them away. would only create darker ones in their place. No, you would need to take it slow and careful. A frown formed on Arthur's face, a bad dream.

I wish that King Arthur's dream tonight was of a happy future with me.

The flames of the fire burned brighter momentarily and then the king's expression changed to that of a smile. You lost track of how long you let him sleep there in your arms. But when you heard Gwaine shuffle around, getting up for his shift of watching the fire, you slowly woke up the king. Guiding him in his sleepy stooper to a comfy spread of grass, you put him to bed before Gwaine could see.

"Good night my king," you say and to your surprise, he kisses you on the cheek.

"Good night Angel," He says, before he passes out once more. You lay down near him, trying to go to sleep. You struggle to, however, because your mind is running a mile a minute, looking at the king fast asleep.