Camelot Character Analysis

Prince Arthur was sure when it happened. He was even sure how it happened. One moment she was part of the background, Morgana's maidservant, someone, he'd held no strong opinion on, unnoticeable, invisible. Of course, he'd thought her beautiful, demure and unassertive (at least in the public arena), yet a loyal companion to Morgana for nearly seven years. That was the extent of her existence to him. An entirely proper servant.

The next moment she was giving him a verbal lashing on the scarcity of the food shared by the poor people in Ealdor, especially now when they were struggling to keep what little they had from pillagers terrorizing their village. He was being downright arrogant, so used to sumptuous food and rich delicacies, that his
It was all that he knew. He took for granted his birthright and enjoyed all the liberties entailed therein. It shouldn't be expected of him to do anything beneath him, to expect anything less. He was a Pendragon after all. He would be king someday who would have kingly things to do. But wait. Did not being king mean to recognize the value of men, and even the simplest of things? Though Camelot flourished, it was still in contradiction to the state of her people. The most of them were poor, this village's hardships a normality. How were they not as important? Guinevere recognized the hypocrisy. Those substantial traits that she possessed was surely lacking in
The boy's home village, full of life and love and poverty, and his beloved home nonetheless needed help; help that Arthur's father had callously denied in the name of politics. He was here in fact to prove that they deserved to live in peace. He was here to help them fight for the right to grow their crops and raise their families without fear. He was here because of Merlin. A servant. No. A friend, though he wouldn't admit that to Merlin or anyone else. But she had left the security and comforts of Camelot to fight for her friend and risk her life, too. He respected and admired that in her.

And now she made him feel ashamed for turning his royal nose up at the humble meal Hunith served him. Gwen had more grace and common sense than he gave her credit for, and cared far more than any noble ever would, including himself once upon a time. Their contrast was so appealing and that thought attracted him to her even more so.

She liked him, too; at least on some level he could feel that. She was a breath of fresh air, and he allowed her words to wrap around him like a warm blanket. He desired to learn more about her and remain blissfully ignorant of where this path could lead.

And so he would show his humility; that he could indeed listen and learn by eating the entire bowl of porridge and appreciate the meal when it was served again. He looked