We climbed some stairs that took me straight to my room and Guinevere opened the door before allowing Arthur and I to pass her.

"Is there anything you would like, my lady? Some fresh clothes perhaps?" Guinevere asked me.

"Yes, please Guinevere. That would be most kind." I smiled softly.

"Please, my lady. Call me Gwen." The maid blushed.

I smiled again and walked to her, embracing her in a hug.

"If I am to call you Gwen then I must insist you call me Iraina. No need for formality here." I told her.

She nodded. "I'll go and get you a dress."

She left the room and left Arthur and I alone in a comfortable silence.

"I'm very sorry to hear about your father." The prince spoke up as I sat on the bed.

I smiled and patted the sheets next to me, beckoning him over.

He sat down where my hand briefly was and looked at me.

"I'm sorry for your people as well. From what happened in the hall, I can tell you loved them all." He mumbled.

I gave him a small, humourless chuckle.

"My people were as much my family as my father was. I loved each and every one of them dearly."

"I can relate well. My people are everything to me." Arthur sighed.

We sat in yet another comfortable silence until Arthur, again, spoke up.

"Everything in the room is new. The sheets, the brushes, everything except the furniture."

I smiled, finding it sweet that he was trying to make conversation.

I took the hair pin out of my long, light blonde hair and shook my head a little, letting all of my hair fall down my back and my chest.

I caught sight of Arthur, who seemed to have a rather impressive blush on his cheeks.

I got up and took off my black cloak, setting it down where I was previously sat.

I moved over to the vanity and took one of the brushes.

I looked in the mirror to see Arthur studying my every move.

I passed the brush through my hair, letting the natural curls fall everytime the bristles released them.

"Is the room alright for you?" The prince asked.

I smiled at him through the mirror and nodded.

"It's perfect, thank you." I replied.

"Here, let me do that." Arthur gestured to the brush, standing up.

I gave him a curious look, but handed it to him, never-the-less.

He knelt down by my side and split a piece of my hair, holding it gently.

He ran the brush through the strands ever so softly.

This made me more curious.

I wondered how a man, who spends half his time training for battle, could be so gentle.

A few minutes passed and he set the brush down in front of me on the vanity.

"Beautiful." He smiled, proud of his work.

"Thank you Arthur." I replied, smiling as well.

As if rehearsed, Gwen came in, carrying a red gown.

"The king has asked if you both would attend dinner in an hour." She said, hanging the dress over the dressing screen on the other side of the bed.

"That sounds delightful." I smiled.

"In that case, I shall leave you to prepare." Arthur said, bowing his head. "Ladies."

I smiled, looking down at the brush.