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    —— The bell above the door gave a little tinkle when she pushed it open, though Guinevere hardly took note considering most shop doors worked in the same fashion.

     "Hello?" the young girl called into the aisle, no one was around. In fact she was the only person in the entire shop, which seemed a little peculiar given the 'Open' sign printed on the front door. A sigh escaped Gwen's lips. She did not understand why she'd come here, when she knew she ought to be getting to work, but something deep inside Gwen's body compelled her to miss the train and instead delve into the random book shop she'd happened across. The same thing, most likely, that told her to stay and look around while the more logical part of her brain said it was time to go. Guinevere loved books, she always had, but since the dreams began she'd been searching for a specific book, one that might help her figure out what the large white castle and cloaks of gold and red meant. She brushed her fingers along the spines of a shelf lettered from F-to-I and gradually walked the distance between the door and the desk.

       Gwen could not blame her husband for his desire to let Mordred join his ranks once she'd heard the truth of the events at Ismere, and when Mordred pulled the familiar red cloak around his shoulders and was given a ceremony conducted by Arthur himself Gwen watched on in delight, barely able to remember the boy she'd feared so many years ago. He'd been a sickly druid boy on the run from Uther the last time she saw him and now he was a very handsome young man, she'd barely believed her eyes when Merlin introduced him. The knighting ceremony was not the only celebration of the day and when the titles were dished out and the kingdom permitted a glance at their newest Knight, Gwen was forced to sit through the feast hosted in Mordred's name. She shouldn't truly have minded the courses, dancing and wine but as Queen she was often overwhelmed with duties and on this particular night she desired nothing more than her feather bed. She had deduced that an hour was all she'd have to give to the event but as Guinevere sat sipping at her summer wine in solitude the minutes seem to stretch into hours. She was beginning to think the night might never end when she looked up to find a not-so-familiar face sitting at the table, just a seat down (it was the guest-of-honour's right to sit with the King).

       On the day that could quite possibly be the worst 'bad day' of her entire life, Guinevere had allowed herself to hide away in the dingy little cafe off the exit from town instead of going the the lecture she'd booked herself into. It was hardly her usual place-to-be, so Guinevere knew little of the costumers, menu or staff. She could not be bothered to care either and the second she arrived Gwen ordered a coffee and found some corner booth to hide in. That was when she saw him; the boy with the ash blonde hair and a general look that only came with wealth, he could not have been a year older than herself. When Guinevere looked at him, it was as if she recognized him somehow, from a dream perhaps. She watched the boy's journey with minimum concern and only turned away when he took a seat at the table beside her. Gwen looked up at him and just stared for could really have been a few days before abruptly snapping out of it and realizing she probably looked a right idiot.

       "Have we met?" she asked in a tone that would give anyone the impression that he was about to rob her. Gwen's face burned with embarrassment and she quickly altered her question "Sorry I -I mean ...it's just that, well, you look really familiar and I was j-just wondering if maybe we've met before."