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The days since the battle hadn't been easy for Guinevere.

Lancelot had been hurt and was near death. Tristan had almost died, too. Arthur and his men were suffering because of a battle that they had fought for this land. They chose to stay and help her people fight the Saxons and two of their number had almost been killed.

The man who was a part of Arthur's soul was close to death.

Oh, they had never said anything and she had never doubted the things she saw in Arthur's eyes when he looked at her, but she saw more than that. She saw a dark fire in Arthur's eyes and there was a matching one in Lancelot's. These were two men who cared very deeply for each other.

These were the two men that she also cared deeply for. )
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I choose to follow my heart.
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There is light in unlikely places.
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My heart and soul are complete.
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Why should I have to choose?
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Regrets are indeed something that I have a great many of. You cannot live the way I have lived and see the things that I have seen without collecting your own share of regrets.

However, the one thing I regret the most is the pain and sorrow that has been caused to the men I love due to me and who I am.

Yes, I did say men and not man.

I am in love with, and loved by, two men. It seems that love has its own share of difficulties, though. This is still a new thing for all of us, and there are people who would use it to further their own gain.

I digress, though.

The biggest regret I have and will always have is the sorrow caused to Arthur and Lancelot during the Battle of Badon Hill and the part I played in that. Had I not ran into battle against the Saxon that had killed Dagonet heedless of the danger he posed to me, Lancelot never would have been injured that day. He came to my aid when it appeared that I was about to be killed by the Saxon. He intervened and blocked that sword from cleaving my chest open.

I am sure that we all thought it would be ended there. There is none that could best Lancelot at sword work.

None of us expected the crossbow bolt to suddenly slam into his chest. My screams were carried away by the din of the battle when I saw Lancelot drop to his knees and then to the ground. It was only out of the corner of my eye that I saw the Saxon crash to the ground with Lancelot's sword in his chest. My concern was for Lancelot and trying to keep him with us until help could arrive.

I will never forget the pain and sorrow on Arthur's face when he found me cradling Lancelot's head in my lap on that bloody field.

It took some time, but Lancelot eventually healed and the shadow of death overlooked him.

I will always regret that it was my actions that caused the injury and the sorrow they both went through. It is not something that I can ever let go of.



Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: King Arthur movies and mythologies
Words: 378
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There were those that say I shouldn't have done it, that I wasn't yet healed enough for such a thing, but at the time, I truly felt that I had no choice. There was no reason I could fathom that I could not ride into that battle. Both Arthur and Lancelot would be fighting... and thus, I felt that I had to fight as well. This is my land, this is my blood. How could I not fight to defend her?

If the two men I loved were going to fight for a land not of their own, I must also fight.

Oh, I know very well that the invaders would not see me and mine as too much of a threat as we were women. Arthur and his knights could have attested to them that it is not a person's gender that makes them a warrior or not. It is the spirit that they hold inside. It is the determination to stand strong for what they love and what they believe in. It is their prowess and skill with their chosen weapon.

My father did not try to stop me from leading my fighters into battle. The land sings in my blood and then the battle song also raged through it. Merlin understand what it is that drives me in those times even as he sometimes wishes that it were not so.

I truly thought that I was going to die that day. I was wounded and staring up into the face of the man who would send me to meet my ancestors. I saw my death shining in that bastard's eyes and despair at everything that I would never do seemed to rush through me in that moment. I did not want to die. I wanted to be able to see Arthur and Lancelot again. I wanted to be able to hold them and tell them everything within my heart and my soul. I wanted to walk once more along the banks of the rivers and lakes with my father and learn more about the power that flows through us and be prepared to lead our people.

The sword came at me and there was no way that I could have avoided the killing blow.

Then, right as I was sure that his sword was going to pierce my chest, I heard the clang of metal on metal and saw that another sword rested upon my chest, blocking the attacker's strike. I followed the blade of that second sword until I locked eyes with Lancelot. The anger in his eyes is something that I will not soon forget.


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: King Arthur
Words: 441
loved_by_two: (Guinevere Upset : _Silverlight)
It's hard to write about my parents because I have very few memories of my mother. She died in battle with the Romans when I was very young. My father loved her deeply and apparently many of the People adored her. I am told that she had hair the colour of the evening sun and eyes the colour of the seas of Briton.They tell me she was brave and magical and very, very fierce when she was fighting for something she felt very strongly about. My father says that I look and act just like her.

Of course, others of the Tribes say that I am the perfect blend of both my father and my mother.

My father...

Ah, now he is someone that I could probably spend hours upon hours writing about.

My father is Merlin. He is a mystic and one of the most powerful leaders of the People. He is both wise man and warrior. He sees things that no one else does and is often the only one that can stay the weapons of our warriors. He is stubborn and obstinate when he decides to be, but he is indeed one of the wisest men that I have ever known.

Merlin and I have been known to bang heads on more than one occassion and it was through him that I first heard the tales of Arthur and his men. I did not really believe in the tales at first because to me they seemed spun of impossibilities. However, my father believed and that led to my own belief.

It was also my father that first spoke to me of my "destiny" where Briton and Arthur and Lancelot were concerned.

That would be the first time I hotly contested my father on what he had seen and what he was telling me my future held. No woman wants to be told that their future has been written for them -- even if it is by her respected and well-loved father.

Merlin is a powerful man and a loving father and he has taught me more than I can ever think to thank him for.


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Fandom: King Arthur
Words: 359
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Guinevere had many thoughts of "What If" in her life these days.

What If...

She had never went too far away from the camp that day? She had been caught up in a fit of anger at both her father and the other elders who kept hounding her about her destiny and her duty to her people. If she hadn't got off in anger to hunt and spy, would she have still gotten captured by the Romans at some point?

What If...

She had never been captured by Marcus and fought him so defiantly? Would she still have been there on that day when Arthur and his men came through that area? If she had not been taken, would she have still crossed paths with them and find that their destinies were indeed as intermingled as she had been told by the elders?

What If...

The Saxons had never come and the battle for Badon Hill had never taken place? How many things would have turned out so very different -- well, besides the most obvious? Would Arthur and his men still have stayed if there was no threat to the people of Briton? Would they have just left as soon as they wanted to?

What If...

What If.



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Fandom: King Arthur
Words: 209
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Talking Muses Prompt 15 D : "We take a walk, the sun is shining down, burns my feet as they touch the ground." - The Beatles, Good Day Sunshine (song)

She swung down from the trees and landed on the grass with a soft thud. Stretching her back, she retrieved her weaponry and then looked around carefully. This wasn't a normal raiding party. It was merely a scouting mission. Her father wouldn't have let her go on a raiding mission, he still thought she was too young.

Shaking her head, she secured her bow and tied her dagger before she started creeping through the undergrowth of the forest. New Roman soldiers had been spotted in the West and it was her group's job to observe them and see what they were doing. If they deduced that there was danger, then the Council Of Elders would have to be convened and decisions made.

She hoped that it wouldn't come to anything like that. When too much blood was shed, she could feel that the land was unhappy and would get sad about it. When the land was sad, so was she.

As they walked further through the trees, the forest got denser and she could no longer see the sun making patterns through the leaves. She sighed and looked at the other members of her group.

"I hear them," she said in a very quiet voice. "There are so many."

Baird nodded. "They are enough to light a fire through the Elders that could cause the burning away of everything we have ever known."

Guinevere crouched close to the ground as she peered through the leaves at the new army that had arrived on their shores.

This was guaranteed not to be good.


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: King Arthur
Words: 266
loved_by_two: (Time May Change : Pottermania)
[[Occurs after this scene.]]



After she left Arthur and Lancelot, Guinevere wandered the grounds for a very long time. She spent a lot of time alone with her thoughts since the battle on Badon Hill. She often relived the battle in her mind and counted the costs of everything that had happened.

Arthur had almost lost Lancelot.

She still didn't know why Lancelot had come to her aid and she hadn't had a chance to ask him about it. It had been a surprise because she had been positive that Lancelot hated her and hadn't wanted her around them. When he and Arthur had rescued her, Lancelot had seemed reluctant to have anything to do with her. Arthur had been kind and caring...

She had been drawn to him since she had first seen him through those bars in that Roman hell she had been in for so long. There was a sadness in his eyes that she wanted to soothe.

Fighting side by side with he and Lancelot on the ice... that's when things started getting confusing in her mind.

Lancelot...

Guinevere shook her head as she walked along the battlements. She had no right to feelings like that. She had a duty... a duty to a people that didn't trust her loyalty and a duty to a new king that she was feeling pulled into more and more.

A king that she was supposed to be wed to...and who didn't seem too thrilled at the prospect. Not that she could blame him. They barely knew each other, yet Merlin continued to press that they were the destined rulers of this new Briton.

"Yet no one has asked Arthur what he thinks about all of these destinies that were being placed before him." she said softly, leaning on the wall and looking out over the darkening land.

Guinevere shook her head. This was all so confusing and volatile... and now these blasted trials.

She knew how the trials usually happened. She had seen a few of them... but this was the first time she was involved directly in them. This was also the first time people she cared about were being pushed into the trials.

Lancelot and Tristan were still recovering from their wounds and Gawain was still nursing his rage about everything that had happened.

The battle had been violent and bloody and the knights had almost lost two of their own. Sometimes, she got the idea that her presence was like scraping a raw woulnd open again and again.

So, she spent a great deal of time alone or wandering and talking to the people of the woods. It was a little strange to her to be free again and she was trying to reacquaint herself with her life and the soul of the land.

She was kind of a stranger in both places.

"They will push him and push him until he snaps and then the land will be lost," she said as she shook her head. "He will be a good king, I ahve sene this... Merlin has seen that and so much more. So, why are they insisting on these trials?"

As she spoke, she really didn't expect an answer, but she needed to speak the words and try to make sense out of what was happening around her.
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...they will love you as you love them... )

Words: 2,004
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
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Have you ever betrayed someone's confidence? Has anyone ever betrayed you? Write a ficlet on the theme of betrayal. ... Challenge For Week #87



Betrayal...oh what a loaded weapon that was.

There have been a lot of betrayals that I have taken place in in my life. I have both betrayed and been betrayed.

Where do I start?



Betrayals )


Words: 1,872
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Standing Strong : Akuen_)
Once, I would have said that my greatest strength was who I am, and what I do.

I'm a warrior, have been born and raised to be the next leader of the Celtic people. I have responsibilities that I have always tried to adhere to. I am a fighter and I have never ran from anything placed in front of me.

I always make sure that the face I show to everybody is one of self-assurance and extreme confidence. I never like anyone knowing that I don't feel sure about something. It's something I have perfected throughout my life. I try to make it seem like my battle instincts and my gifts and abilities that have passed on to me from my parents.

But that's not my strength. That's what seems to give others around me strength, but that is not my greatest strength.

My greatest strength is the tethers of my heart and my soul.

Arthur and Lancelot.

They are my anchor and my balance.

Whenever I feel I am sinking deeply into loss or defeat, a word, a look, a touch from one of them can bring me back to solid ground again. They temper my rage, and curb some of my more self-destructive tendencies.

This has helped me to realize that I am not always the one who needs to run screaming into any fight I can find. I'm not always the one who needs to be on constant alert and shut myself down.

They've helped me find another strength within me. A strength that they are helping me to hone.

My ability to bend and adapt, to let the situation decide what my approach is...

I think my willingness to try to bend and let go of some of the behaviors I have held on to for so long has become my greatest strength.

I'm still me, still Guinevere and the woman that I was raised to be.

But I'm finding out that there is more to me than that.

That is my greatest strength.



Words: 339
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
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Guinevere sat on the highest of the walls and looked down out over the forest. Her hip was still on fire, but she hadn't wanted to go to one of the healers and be faced with them summoning Arthur or Lancelot. She wasn't prepared to deal with the anger again from the two of them. The look from Lancelot and the things Arthur had said to her had made the wound in her heart even deeper. Instead of responding to the hurtful and unkind things Arthur had said to her, she had let him walk away, not letting the tears fall until all of the knights were gone. She had no right to call him back, no right to argue his words. Maybe they were both right about her.

She needed someone to talk to, to confide in, but she couldn't seek out Arthur, obviously. She had already caused him enough pain. From the way she saw things in the meeting, Lancelot wouldn't want to see her right now, and Tristan...as much as she loved him like a brother, his first loyalty would always be to Arthur and the knights, and she could respect that. In fact, she wouldn't have it any other way. She didn't think Galahad would even want to talk to her...and she definitely couldn't go to Vanora. She thought briefly of seeking out Evelyn, but she was very much focused on trying to find a way to get her and her husband back to their own time. She wasn't sure she could send for her father and confide in him as his disappointment in failing in her duty as first woman of their people would be the final blade in her heart.

She was very much alone right now. She didn't think she had felt so alone since the time she had to decide if her love for Lancelot or her duty to the kingdom meant more to her.

That time...that time she had chosen love...and look at the tension it had caused between her and those she loved. Again, she had thought that she was doing something to help and it had almost gotten Lancelot killed.

Guinevere shook her head and leaned on the wall. The night was chilly, but she didn't want to return to her rooms and get changed into something besides the bloody battle leathers she was wearing. Arthur would be in his study and she just couldn't deal with more hurt from him right now---especially since she knew she deserved his anger. She would just storm in and confront him and...make things worse. There were reasons she was a warrior and not a healer. She would only end up hurting him more and she couldn't bear to do that, not to Arthur. The last thing she had ever wanted to was hurt Arthur...or make him feel that she didn't want to be with him. She loved him so much and to know that she had made him feel alone...that made her ill.

She hung her head and tried to make sense out of everything that had happened in the last few weeks.


She had never felt more out of place here than she did now. )
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After the meeting with Arthur and the other knights, Guinevere had made a break for their rooms as fast as she could. Once there, she changed into her leathers and stalked down to the stables. The meeting had been Hell on earth and painful all at the same time. Arthur was riding out to deal with rebellion and wanted them to accompany him. When she had asked if he wanted her by his side or guarding the fortress...his answer (or non-answer) had been like an arrow deep in her chest.

She saddled Defiance and she and her usual escort thundered from the fort. It was no longer a squire that accompanied her on these outings. Lancelot had pressed one of the knights into guard duty service for Guinevere.

After about fifteen minutes of heavy riding, she slowed her mare to a stop and patted her neck soothingly.

She swung off Defiance and waited as the knight did as well.

"Attack me," she said simply.

The knight's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Guinevere gritted her teeth. "I know you heard exactly what I said. Attack me."

The knight cocked his head at Guinevere. "My Queen?"

Guinevere sighed. "Look, I need combat right now and you're the only one around. However, if you are too afraid of the beating I'm about to give you, I'm sure I can find a Celtic warrior somewhere around here who'd love to fight me."

The knight's eyes narrowed when Guinevere said she could beat him easily. "How do I know that when I win Arthur and Lancelot won't kill me for harming you?"

Guinevere laughed. "You won't win, but I promise that the last thing you need to worry about is revenge from Arthur and Lancelot." With everything that is going on right now, they wouldn't notice or think to do anything about it.

The knight tossed his helmet aside since he didn't want to run the risk of impaling his queen with the spike that stood out from the top of it and then he drew his sword. He leapt at Guinevere, thinking that he could slap her with the sword and end the fight before it even started. Guinevere stepped to the side, tripping the knight with the end of her bow and leaning on it as she watched him go face first into the ground.

"You're going to have to do better than that," she taunted.

For the next ten minutes, Guinevere and the knight engaged in hand to hand combat. She was turning out to be a better fighter than he had given her credit for.

"Aren't you suppose to be our Queen or something?" the knight demanded.

"I AM your Queen," she hissed as she danced out of his way.

"You're not a queen," the knight taunted. "You're just the woman that is warming Arthur's bed currently."

The knight wasn't trying to be cruel or hurtful. He was just trying to goad Guinevere into slipping up. He could tell that there was something beyond tension driving her, and if she was half the warrior he had heard she was, losing her temper in a fight would help her immensely.

Guinevere froze for a long moment as her mind processed what the knight had just said.

"You're not a queen. You're just the woman that is warming Arthur's bed currently."

The knight was already swinging his sword when he saw that Guinevere wasn't making an attempt to dodge it. In his mind, he lived his death several times before he suddenly found himself on the ground with a furious Guinevere on his chest, holding a blade to his throat.

"The relationship that Arthur and I have is none of your business, stripling," she warned him. "If you ever say something like that again I will carve your heart out and feed it to Tristan's hawk!"

Guinevere flipped herself off of him and he swung his sword, connecting with her hip and opening a gash. His eyes widened as he realized what he had just done.

He watched Guinevere's eyes fill with pain and then with battle lust.

I am a dead man.

Guinevere staggered back, pressing a hand to her side as she felt the sticky warmth of blood beneath her fingers. Pain flared to life as she looked down at her bloody hand and then at the knight.

"Nice shot," she said softly.

The knight dropped his sword and moved to wrap an arm around his queen to keep her from going down to the ground.

"My Queen...God, Guinevere!" he cursed as he took in the damage he had done to Arthur's wife. "Arthur is going to kill me," he hissed as he set her down on the grass and went to his pack for something to dress the wound.

Guinevere shook her head. "Arthur isn't going to kill you because Arthur isn't going to know," she said softly. "He doesn't need to know that I got hurt sparring with you. It would serve no purpose."

The knight shook his head stubbornly. "I am not lying to my King."

"I am not asking you to lie to anyone, young knight. If you are asked, then yes, tell the truth. But there is no reason to just go around telling Arthur or the Knights what was done."

The knight frowned, but didn't argue with her. He bandaged Guinevere enough to get her back to the castle and then helped her onto Defiance. After he saw her back to the tavern, he set out to find someone he could inform that Guinevere was hurt. Queen or not, she had a sword slice in her side and those that cared about her needed to know.
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Guinevere was cranky.

No, she didn't know why, well okay, she did but she had no idea how on the green earth to fix what was causing her to feel this way.

She spent a long time riding her horse and talking to it as of late. She knew that Defiance couldn't give her advice on her problems, but it soothed her to have someone to tell all of her worries and troubles to.

She sighed and made her way to her room to get cleaned up.

She had spent the last week trying to work things out in her mind and she was no closer to a solution than she had been before that.

After a long bath, Guinevere took one of the bottles of wine and made her way up to her favorite perch on the stone wall.

Perhaps wine and wind would help her find an answer.
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Guinevere was walking along the wall as she usually did when she was thinking.

The dinner had not gone as she had planned. She had hoped it would bring the three of them together, but instead it seemed to have caused an even deeper wedge between the three of them. That wasn't what she wanted.

She wanted things to be calm again, to be relaxed for them.

She lay her head against the stone.

What was going to happen to them?
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Guinevere was overseeing the preperations that she had hammered into the maids and other servants.

This dinner was to be something special for Lancelot and Arthur. It was going to be a special night for the three of them. The squires had firm instructions not to bother them unless it was absolutely necessary. They needed time alone together after everything that had happened. They needed a breather.

She had ordered fresh linens put on the huge bed and the wood of the table had been polished to a fine shine. There were so many different dishes of food that Guinevere didn't know how the cooks had managed it all. There were three place settings and plenty of wine and ale.

She had changed into a dress of burgundy that fell into soft waves at her feet and her hair was neatly braided.

After she was positive that everything was ready, Guinevere sat down to wait for the men she loved.

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