“Your mother. The last time she came to visit, she told me that in Ealdor, there is a tradition. If a woman wants to…” Arthur took a deep breath. “To initiate a courtship, when she isn’t sure if the man is interested or if he’s been dragging his feet, she knits a scarf with this pattern. And he can decide whether to accept and court her, or he can return the gift and they both move on.” That was where Merlin had seen the pattern before. He knew Arthur possessed a kind heart, but this level of romance was unprecedented. Gwen was a very lucky woman. Although Merlin still had a question. “So why are you giving me Gwen’s scarf?” Arthur sighed. “Because it’s not for Guinevere. She’s my friend, but the scarf is for you.”
The Threads That Bind Us by tehfanglyfish
