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Sir Gawain's Love: A Narrative Fiction

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Gawain, Drea, and Wallace reach home well before the midday meal. Gawain took care of the horses while Drea and Wallace brought inside the travel bags and unpacked. One Gawain had finished watering the horses and giving them rubdowns, he crossed to the front of the home where he found a short, plump woman striding up to him. She had thick graying hair pulled into a loose bun, weathered skin, but smiling, warm brown eyes. The woman looked like the type of mother everyone wanted, firm, but loving. As she drew closer, he caught a whiff of spiced apples wafting from her.
Gawain bowed. “Hello, Mistress…?”
“Nan, Sir Gawain.” She braced her feet and rested her hands on her ample hips, as if preparing to admonish him. “I am close to Drea and her lovely …show more content…

“I would never intentionally hurt them. I love them.”
“Hmm.” Nan eyed him up and down. “I’ve heard all about your frequent dalliances. Assure me you’re being honest.”
“All right. How can I do that for you?”
“By proposing marriage to Drea. Then I will know you’ve given up your rakish ways.”
“I am working on that, I promise. She needs more time, but as soon as she’ll have me, if I’m lucky enough, we will marry.”
Nan’s nose twitched, but she relaxed her stance. “Well, that sounds… Honest. Still. I have my eye on you.”
She jabbed two fingers at her eyes and then at Gawain – implying she would be watching him. As Nan turned to knock on the door, Gawain did his best to bite back his laughter.
Drea answered. “Nan, it’s wonderful to see you. Would you come in for a cup of chamomile tea?”
“Oh, I’d love that later, but for now, I was wondering if I might steal Wallace. The boys found a copse of bilberry bushes in the woods and need help picking. Can you believe it’s still full of berries? And I need an extra hand making …show more content…

Sir Gawain will join us for supper.”
Wallace grinned. “I’ll wait for him! Even if I’m really hungry. But my I play with my blocks upstairs?”
“Go on. I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”
Drea whistled as she loaded her cooking pot with stuffing and hung it over the flames. She gave the roast another turn on the spit. Sometimes, it was challenging to get roasts and stuffing done at the same time, but it appeared as if would work out well.
She decided to prop up her feet for a little while and relax, decided she needed to do more of this, take time for herself. Stolen moments of relaxation rejuvenated her, and she would start claiming them. They would make her a better mother and wife.
When she considered the word “wife,” she giggled. Drea never thought she was lucky enough to find love again.
While daydreaming about Gawain, she heard the low rumble of his voice not too far away from her front door. A thrilling jolt shot through her chest, just from hearing him speak.
“Definitely in love,” she muttered to herself with a smile. She planned to greet him with a kiss before

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