(Arthur decides to grow a beard.) Morgana is exiled, and they watch, separately, as she rides out of Camelot. (Gwen makes him shave it off, and he obliges because he sees how much she misses Morgana, and can’t stand for her not to be happy.)

I want to see this fic!

This is lovely - a lyricism that just fits the scene, and a degree of comfort that isn't usually found in Arthur/Gwen fic. And Gwen's thought that they're all waiting for Uthyr to die? Both terrible and true.

It's short, but the little details say so much. Beautiful work!