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~How to cook~


Arthur had just returned from patrol with the knights. Sir Leon was talking to him but he was barely listening to him, because he was starving to death. But as much as he wanted something to eat the más he was starving to see Guinevere. When he came to her house he saw that she hadn’t come back from work yet. He sighed and decided to wait for her return. Maybe there was something to eat in her house.

Gwen came back from her work in the castillo and almost got a corazón attack as she entered her inicial and saw the prince standing in the room.

“Arthur!” she could only manage to say in surprise. She hadn’t expected him.

“Guinevere! You’re back. I was waiting for you.”

"What are tu doing here?”

He shrugged “Nothing?”

She laughed and walked past him to light the candles. He watches her as she walks around the table, the candle in her hand, lighting up her face. She put the candle down and faced him.

“I don’t believe tu came here without any reason. I know tu Arthur.”

He looked away and smiled. Yeah, she knew him too well. He could hide nothing from her anymore. Why should he? He trusted her with everything he had and to hide his feelings for her in public was hard enough.

“To be honest, answering her question,

“I hoped tu would cook something for me. I’m starving.”

“What?”

That she hadn’t expected either.

“I haven’t got something in my stomach for hours and I thought we could eat cena together?”
Gwen smiled. “Sure. As long as tu don’t cook o rather steal comida from the palace cocina again.”
Arthur bites his lip and she laughs.

“Maybe tu could mostrar me how to cook dinner?”

Now she laughed even harder.

“I’m serious” Arthur dicho outraged.

Gwen stopped laughing but the amusement still lingered on her face.

She looked at him coyly, eyes sparkling and he thought that she was truly beautiful.

“Alright” she said. “Let’s make dinner. I feel a little hungry as well.”

“Great!”

He took her hand and dragged her to the small cooking area. She stood there thinking for a second.

“Well, first we need to light the fire” she dicho then in a tone that made her sound like a school teacher.

“Right” he said” I think I can do that.”

He was grinning and he saw the smile on her face hadn’t faded yet and he was glad about because he couldn’t get enough of it. She doesn’t smile enough he thinks. He hoped that there will be times like this más often in the future.

While they prepare the comida they talk about nothing in particular. Gwen shows him how to cut the vegetables and how to cook the meat she has bought this morning in the market.

“I have to admit" she said, looking a little sheepishly at her fingers that were fumbling on her delantal “That I’m not very good with meat. It always gets too bloody o too tough.”

“Oh, I like it when it’s a little bloody” he winked.

She looked at him and he thought to himself that he really enjoyed being with her, laughing with her and that he could forget all the pressures of being a prince.

He snagged a piece of carrot and took a bite. Then he took another one and held it to her mouth so that she could take a bite too. He ate the rest of it and she began giggling again.

“You must be really hungry that tu cant wait until it’s ready.”

“Yes I am.” he dicho and took another carrot. But Gwen took it away. “Stop, the rest is for the soup.” She dicho like she was talking to a little child.

Arthur pouted.

“Ok, only one last” she gave in. She could not refuse if he looked at her like that.

“Open up” and she fed him the carrot.

“Hmm, I could get used to this”. He smiled.

“Get used to what? Gwen asked.”

“You. Feeding me” he smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her nearer to him. She looked a little startled but fell gladly into his arms.

“We must not forget the food” she whispered, not knowing why she dicho that as she had already forgotten about it.

She wanted to say something más but he pulled her into a kiss.

As they parted ,Arthur asked: “Do tu think I will ever learn to cook"
She smiled at him.

“No" she answered and they both laughed again.

Then Gwen turned to the stove again and gave him the order to look after the sopa so that it wouldn’t burn.

Half an hora later, it was finished but the meat was overdone and the sopa had way too much salt. Arthur insisted that it was not his fault and Gwen gave up arguing with him about it.

“You will always be a prince and tu will never learn to cook.” Gwen dicho as they sat at the mesa, tabla eating the salty soup.

“Maybe your right” Arthur said.

Nevertheless, they had really enjoyed cooking and having cena together.

It reminded him of the first time they had cena together and the memory made him smile. He had never thought that they could ever do that again o that he would really cook one day.

“I was thinking about the first time we had cena together.” Gwen dicho suddenly.

“Me, too. “ Arthur dicho and all was perfect.


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