Apr. 27th, 2005

loved_by_two: (Thousand Years To Mend : Eomir_Icons)
After Arthur left, Guinevere had stood there in the middle of their rooms like she had been rooted to the spot. She might as well have been. Arthur's distrust on top of everything else had served to break the pieces of her that were still being held together. She couldn't believe that he didn't trust her. Hadn't she proved over and over again how much he and Lancelot meant to her?

Arthur thought she had betrayed them to Gerard.

It wasn't just that he didn't trust her that left her feeling so broken. It was the fact that he believed she betrayed Lancelot to Gerard that sliced deeper than any sword ever could. She walked to the window and watched him gallop away from the wall and the garrison.

He didn't trust her.

After everything...he didn't trust that she was loyal and faithful to he and to Lancelot.

She hadn't ever wanted anyone else since she had first seen them when she was a young girl.

Guinevere covered her face with her hands. All she could hear in her head was Arthur asking her what he was supposed to believe. Those words hurt more than any battle wound ever had. For the first time in her life, Guinevere wished for death. It had to be easier than the pain she was now experiencing.

She struggled to take a breath, to get it past that hand that was squeezing her heart, and tried to think. However, thinking got her nowhere. All she could think about were Arthur's damning words. She lowered her hands and went carefully to where her clothes were kept.

Guinevere had never been one to sit out a battle if she could help it, and trust her or not, love her or not, Arthur was riding right into a trap.

Whether he wanted her to stay or not, Briton needed its king to stay alive. No matter what he thought right now, Guinevere had a duty to protect her King.

She slid into a pair of leathers and drew her hair up into a braid. She tied it securely with small leather strips and started outfitting herself with her usual axes and blades. She reached for her Sarmatian bow and slung it and a quiver full of arrows across her back. She also grabbed Lancelot's sword. She went to her hidden drawer and drew out a piece of metal. It felt heavy in her hand and part of it was blackened from the blood that had once drowned it. She slipped that into one of her boots. It would come in handy...very handy.

Guinevere drew a cloak over her and hurried down to the stables. She drew her horse out and fastened everything up on his back. She had gotten up on the back of her horse when a squire came running towards her.

"My Lady, the King said you were not to leave the safety of the fortress."

Guinevere looked at him, then reached out and kicked him in the head and away from her and the horse. Before anyone else could stop her, Guinevere galloped through the gates and towards the dense forest. Once she made the forest, no one would be able to find her.

Arthur was in trouble and he was alone. He needed warriors to match what Gerard had. She knew where to get those warriors.


When Merlin saw his daughter appear in the middle of their village, he knew something was wrong.

"I need your help," she said softly. "Gerard...he has Lancelot and is about to have Arthur as well."

Merlin looked into her eyes. "Do you know what you're asking for?"

Guinevere looked at him in confusion. "I'm asking for warriors to come with me to save our king."

Merlin took her hand and squeezed it gently. "No. You also need to fight like Gerard fights, daughter."

"I don't want to do that...those magics are too..."

"Dark?" Merlin finished. "Yes, they are dark, but you are are also light. You can beat them."

Guinevere stared at her father. "You have that much confidence in me."

Merlin nodded. "Yes, and yes, we will come."

Guinevere nodded. "We'll have to be even more silent than usual. I want to surprise them all."

"Guinevere...do not invite your death so easily," Merlin warned her as he studied her eyes. He could see that they were filled with a deep pain.

"I have to do this, Father. It's the only way they'll be safe."

Merlin looked at her in sadness. "I have no desire to lose my daughter."

"Better a daughter than a king," she said softly.

It was then that Merlin knew something had happened between Arthur and Guinevere. He could see the pain in her eyes, hear it in her voice.

"What has happened?" he asked.

Guinevere shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. But she couldn't lie to her father, either. "He doesn't trust me."

Merlin raised a brow. "He doesn't?"

"No," she said, tears threatening to flow again. It hurt to breathe. "He thinks I betrayed them to Gerard." She looked at her father. "That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that we get to them before Gerard kills them."

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