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After she watched Arthur walk away, Guinevere stood on the battlements looking out over the grounds and towards the distant forest. She stayed up there for a very long time, contemplating the situation and working things out in her own mind.
Lancelot was going to be used as bait for Gerard and his warriors. He was insisting on being bait and Arthur was trying to come up with a plan that would guarantee that Lancelot would safe at all times. The two men in her life were being torn apart inside.
She closed her eyes and was still as she felt the night air brush it's cool fingers along her face. She was powerless to help the men she loved and it was like a twisting blade in her chest.
Guinevere turned and made her way down from the battlements and to her room. She didn't want to intrude on Arthur and Lancelot. She shook her head at offers of food or anything else and she shut the door behind her.
Once she closed the door behind her, Guinevere breathed out a sigh as she lay her cloaks across a chair and went to stand by her window. She hugged her waist and shivered in the cool air. She watched the moon rise over the forest and contemplated what the next few days would bring to them all.
Lancelot would ride out of the gates tomorrow and who knew what would happen after that. She was terrified, but she had to fight that fear. She had to stay strong for Arthur.
Guinevere lowered her head and let more tears slip down her cheeks.
She hated this. She hated all of this.
She wanted peace and serenity for Arthur and for Lancelot. She wanted calm and prosperity for the people of Briton. This was a war that no one should have to fight. If it wasn't for Gerard...
If it wasn't for Gerard, none of this would be happening. Arthur and Lancelot would be safe and happy.
Guinevere sighed again.
It would kill her for anything happened to the two of them. It would kill Arthur if anything happened to Lancelot. It wouldn't matter that she was here to help him, Arthur would die without Lancelot. She moved a stray hair from her face. Although she knew that Arthur and Lancelot loved her and had claimed her as theirs, there was still the fact that they had a closer bond with each other than she had with either of them. This didn't upset her or make her jealous, it was just the way things were.
Saddened by the turn her thoughts were taking, Guinevere leaned against the wall by the window.
She loved both of them so much and she couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to either one of them. Right now, she wanted to run to Arthur's state room and be with them...
...but she did not move from her spot. She refused to intrude on the time that Arthur and Lancelot had together. She could hide here and pretend to be strong about this whole ordeal. She could hide her tears and her fear while she was behind this door. They deserved privacy before Lancelot had to take up his role as bait.
He would be gone in the morning...
Guinevere ran a hand through her hair and continued to stand there, staring out of her window.
After she watched Arthur walk away, Guinevere stood on the battlements looking out over the grounds and towards the distant forest. She stayed up there for a very long time, contemplating the situation and working things out in her own mind.
Lancelot was going to be used as bait for Gerard and his warriors. He was insisting on being bait and Arthur was trying to come up with a plan that would guarantee that Lancelot would safe at all times. The two men in her life were being torn apart inside.
She closed her eyes and was still as she felt the night air brush it's cool fingers along her face. She was powerless to help the men she loved and it was like a twisting blade in her chest.
Guinevere turned and made her way down from the battlements and to her room. She didn't want to intrude on Arthur and Lancelot. She shook her head at offers of food or anything else and she shut the door behind her.
Once she closed the door behind her, Guinevere breathed out a sigh as she lay her cloaks across a chair and went to stand by her window. She hugged her waist and shivered in the cool air. She watched the moon rise over the forest and contemplated what the next few days would bring to them all.
Lancelot would ride out of the gates tomorrow and who knew what would happen after that. She was terrified, but she had to fight that fear. She had to stay strong for Arthur.
Guinevere lowered her head and let more tears slip down her cheeks.
She hated this. She hated all of this.
She wanted peace and serenity for Arthur and for Lancelot. She wanted calm and prosperity for the people of Briton. This was a war that no one should have to fight. If it wasn't for Gerard...
If it wasn't for Gerard, none of this would be happening. Arthur and Lancelot would be safe and happy.
Guinevere sighed again.
It would kill her for anything happened to the two of them. It would kill Arthur if anything happened to Lancelot. It wouldn't matter that she was here to help him, Arthur would die without Lancelot. She moved a stray hair from her face. Although she knew that Arthur and Lancelot loved her and had claimed her as theirs, there was still the fact that they had a closer bond with each other than she had with either of them. This didn't upset her or make her jealous, it was just the way things were.
Saddened by the turn her thoughts were taking, Guinevere leaned against the wall by the window.
She loved both of them so much and she couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to either one of them. Right now, she wanted to run to Arthur's state room and be with them...
...but she did not move from her spot. She refused to intrude on the time that Arthur and Lancelot had together. She could hide here and pretend to be strong about this whole ordeal. She could hide her tears and her fear while she was behind this door. They deserved privacy before Lancelot had to take up his role as bait.
He would be gone in the morning...
Guinevere ran a hand through her hair and continued to stand there, staring out of her window.
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