Gwen of ungu Amidst Pendragon Red

Part 34: link


    “Arthur, I’m not so sure this is a good idea anymore,” Gwen says as he pulls her car into the driveway of a large stone estate, parking the small car in a corner under a tree, hidden from view.
    “You’re not chickening out on me now, are you?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
    She opens the car door and stubbornly stomps out while he reaches into the back kursi to retrieve a bag that he’s brought. A bag of which he wouldn’t let her see the contents.
    “Come on,” he takes her hand...

Part 33: link


    Arthur wakes to a peculiar sound. He sits up, groggy, and tilts his head to the side, listening.
    I have a vacuum cleaner?
    He swings his feet to the floor, pulls on a pair of shorts, and staggers out to his living room to find Gwen pushing the vacuum around the room, bernyanyi to herself. He leans against the dinding and watches her, half a grin decorating his face.
    “Oh!” she jumps when she sees him. She turns of the vacuum. “Sorry. But I figured anda should get up anyway,” she shrugs....

Part 29: link


    Gwen sets her tas, dompet down on the table, sighing, happy with the results of her lunch meeting. Arthur is going to be so surprised. I can’t wait to tell him.
    A pounding at her door startles her, and she looks up at it, blinking.
    “Guinevere!” Arthur’s voice from the other side, shouting.
    Quickly she stuffs the folder containing the drawings and Polaroids into a dapur drawer and walks to the door.
    He’s pounding again when she gets there. Why isn’t he just...