It was only a kiss. The fleeting fancy of a well-educated man, he would go off and leave you in a heartbeat if you let him. Gwen's world trembled when Arthur's lips touched hers for the first time. Shock was another way to describe it. The shock to her system she needed to have in her life. It couldn't be at any more inopportune time or with any other man for that matter.

Gwen found herself alone as she walked down the castle corridor with a basket of laundry in her arms. It was around the corner that she bumped into Prince Arthur, dropping her basket on the floor. They stood there staring at each other, not sure of what to say to one another. Arthur bowed his head at her and greeted her in his usual way. She curtsied to him and played with the hem on the sleeve of her dress, nervously. Awkward silence falls over them; words uttered out of Arthur's mouth, Gwen couldn't comprehend them. She nodded silently. Before she knew it, his lips were brushing hers. Sweet and tender to the touch, Gwen didn't want them to leave. They did. He was called away on business. She saw him look back at her. Did he want to kiss her more? Be still my beating heart. I can't let this get the better of me. Get a grip, Gwen, Prince Arthur doesn't go after servant girls. No way could he be interested in someone like me.