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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.
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.