Another story from 2009

To be or not to be unfaithful, how do I count the ways? The better question, how many fingers and toes do you have to spare? I might as well start naming them.

Arrogance.

He is extremely arrogant. The pride he suffers from is as bad if not worse than his father's. I could never be with a man who looks down on everything with contempt or scorn. It makes no difference that he is the Crown Prince of Camelot.

Flirtatious.

Like number one, he also has this way with women. They swoon over him because they think he is so amazing. He eats it up how much attention they give him. I also have it on good authority would trade anything to be me because I am with him all the time. Maybe I could take them up on that offer, they deserve a chance with him, I guess. Just kidding,ladies.

Lancelot.

He may not be a knight, but he is a knight where it counts. His good heart would make any woman proud to give him a favor.

Camelot.

It would be for the good of the kingdom for me to be unfaithful. No one likes gossip more than the local scullery maids who wish to see me fall on my face because I am only a blacksmith's daughter after all. The disgrace I incur on myself and Arthur will be silenced, and I will leave the kingdom. It would not be improper to include that it was my fault Uther died; however, I am not sad that he is gone in the slightest bit.

Handmaiden.

I was nothing prior to being employed as Morgana's maidservant. She was always kind to me, and we shared a special friendship that only girls could understand. Of course, no talk between a lady and her maid ever got around to discussing the possibility of a maid catching the eye of the prince.
Lancelot.

Did I mention that he is a very good looking man? He is. He was in court a month ago, and he was fine. I shouldn't be thinking like that. I'm a married woman.
Sword fighting.

Arthur is always with his knights, practicing all day, or he is out hunting. There have been more hunting trips this year than any other. It is getting rather silly to have Merlin go with him all the time. Speaking of hunting, I can't stand eating deer meat anymore. So much so, I want to go out right now and slaughter one of the cows in the castle pasture. I'm sure Arthur wouldn't mind.

Merlin.

When I first met Merlin, I thought he was so cute. He has a truly good heart, and we have so much in common. We worked in the palace, and we were the closest servants to the prince and King Uther's ward. It was refreshing to meet such a sweet man as opposed to the bullying of Arthur Pendragon.

Um, where was I? I lost my train of thought. How could I even think of being unfaithful to Arthur? He hasn't done any of the contemptible things since he paid more attentions to me.

"Guinevere, go back to sleep. I can feel you thinking, and it is making me anxious," Arthur sleepily groans, interrupting my thoughts, as he puts a hand on my stomach.

Without thinking, my hand comes up to rest on his hand. It is massaging my swollen belly, gently. He pulls me closer to him, cuddling. I don't want to be unfaithful to him.

I love him.