Gawain was marry a princess, simple as that. And while he would have liked to marry for love he cherished his reputation just as much. So it was arranged, he would be married off to a stranger. You didn't have a single idea of who this Sir Gawain was, but once face to face with him you were entranced with his handsomeness, as he with your beauty. Despite his serious face, he was eager to know you. After hours of laying on your knees and reciting a matrimonial prayer, listening to advisers, and being congradulated, it was finally for the wedding night. As told by many, it was usually rough and displeasurable, and now intimidated by this stony faced king, you were sure it would be the last image you had of your betrothed in a kind light. You sensed he used to be more lively, more open before his quest. That was what you had been told, as well. The time came where you were helped to your matrimonial bed and to spend time with your king. He was tall, handsome but serious now in the moment. Yet, Gawain notices your hesitancy. "Breath." Is all he tells you so you may calm down.