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True to her word, Guinevere had left right after Lancelot asked her to. She had some concern. What had happened to Tristan to make Lancelot worry about her safety should she apparoach him? Obviously, she had missed out on something while visiting with her father.

She had been travelling for only a few hours when her horse starting snorting and whipping her head from side to side. She slowed, looking around her. If Defiance was edgy, there was something wrong. She patted her mare's neck and tilted her face to the wind. She frowned.

Blood.

There was blood on the wind and that didn't bode well for her friend or those tracking him.

She urged her horse to continue forward and it wasn't long before she came across the body. She slid from her horse and turned him over on her back.

"Oh Ancestors..." she whispered, bringing a hand to her mouth in dismay.

It was Charles, one of the men Lancelot had sent to track Tristan.

His throat had been cleanly slit...and there was no doubt that it was Tristan who had killed him. He always left his mark on the people he killed so it would be known.

Guinevere rocked back on her heels, worried and upset.

"Oh, Tristan...what has happened to you?"

With a heavy heart, she walked back to her horse and mounted. She had to find Damien and send him back to the fortress to alert Lancelot. Tristan was killing their own and she didn't know whom he would kill next.

She urged her horse into a canter and kept her eyes open for any sight of Damien...or of Tristan.

It was about an hour later that she found Damien. He was leaning against a tree and he wasn't moving. Fearing the worst, Guinevere dismounted and drew her sword. She moved closer.

"Damien?" she called softly, being very cautious. When he didn't answer her, but continued staring into the distance, she reached forward and smacked his cheek. His head whipped towards her, almost slicing his cheek open on her sword.

"My lady?" he asked in a strange voice. "What are you doing out here alone?"

She waved that question off. "Are you injured?"

"Injured?" He looked confused.

Guinevere looked into his eyes and sighed. Something had happened to scare Damien badly and his mind had retreated for now.

"Damien?" She waited for him to focus on her. "I need you to ride back to the garrison and talk to Lancelot. Tell him what happened to Charles. Tell him I am still on Tristan's trail and I need him." She waited until she was sure he was focusing all of his attention on her. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, Damien? I need Lancelot."

Damien nodded and got to his feet. "Tristan killed Charles and you need Lancelot because you are out here with him alone." He smiled, a childish smile. "Don't worry, my lady. Lancelot will keep you safe."

Guinevere shook her head as she watched Damien disappear into the trees. With her luck, Damien would get the message messed up and tell Lancelot that Tristan had killed her.

There was nothing to be done for it now. She had to find Tristan and Damien was the only one who could get word back to Lancelot. She mounted Defiance and urged her into a run.

Tristan was close, she could feel it.

Praying to her ancestors that she wasn't too late and that she wasn't going to become another victim of this weirdness that had taken ahold of Tristan, she continued on her way.

It was when she saw Tristan's hawk circling that she knew she had found them. She came to the edge of the trees and saw a woman standing by another copse of trees. Frowning, she watched as Tristan started walking unarmed into those trees. Guinevere melted back into the shadows and kept an eye on them---hoping that Lancelot would arrive soon.
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[{Completely Private; No Muse Can See This}]


What I don't want anyone else to know?

I am so terribly afraid that my relationship with the men I love is a wonderful dream that I am going to wake up from.

See, there times that I am terrified that Arthur and Lancelot don't really need me like I need them.

When we went to Sarmatia to meet Lancelot's parents, there was a sense of fear for both Arthur and I---but for entirely different reasons.

Arthur was terrified that Lancelot was going to stay in Sarmatia and he was going to lose him. He was almost fully convinced that Lancelot was going to choose his family over him. I watched the worry that went through Arthur's eyes when he was called back to Briton. That night we all three spent together, I knew that Arthur was afraid that was going to be our last night together. The relief in his eyes when he found out that Lancelot had returned to me was indeed a powerful sight.

I never told them both how I afraid I was that if I lost one, I was going to lose the other.

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 don't want anyone to know that I am not the confident warrior that I make sure they see. They need me to be the strong warrior. It is the woman they want around them.

So how can I let them see that when it comes to the way I feel for them, I'm not as confident about my place in their lives as I pretend to be?

How can I admit to them that I am afraid that if anything comes between them I lose them both?

How can I let them see that I am so bloody terrified of losing what we have that it can drive me crazy sometimes?

It's simple.

I never let them know of my fear.


Words: 351
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Triangle of Love : shesawit__)
My favourite time of day is definitely the night.

Everyone starts winding down and relaxing and there is a lot of drinking and singing and the worries of the day seem to melt away.

When the night settles around us, I can be with Arthur and Lancelot. We can be alone, just with each other. The three of us can hold each other and just be together. I can curl up with them and we can talk and relax. I can hold them both and talk to them. I can soothe away the stress of the day and let them just be who they are.

They don't have to be on guard. They don't have to worry about keeping the kingdom together or about protecting the garrison from attack.

At night, they're just the men I love deeply. At night, they're mine and I don't have to share them with the rest of the country.



Words: 155
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Standing Strong : Akuen_)
The place I grew up was in the free forests of Briton. The trees were large and the rivers flowed wildly. It was a wild, beautiful place. Anything I ever wanted, the forest would provide. My father taught me to respect the creatures of the forest and to listen to them.

I learned how to hunt and track and ride in that forest. I learned many things by just listening to the forest around me. It was my sanctuary, my touchstone.

Then, the Romans kidnapped me and put me in their prison.

I don't know how long I was there for, but I do remember missing the feel of the forest around me. I missed the scent of the night wind and the voices of the creatures singing to me.

It cut deeply into me that I was locked away from the land that had raised me and had taught me so much.

When Arthur and Lancelot rescued me and I again felt the land and the forest reaching out to me, that's when I started to live again.



Words: 179
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Looking You Over : Foxglove_Icons)
The first time I saw the Sarmatian knights, I was a young child, just beginning to learn the ways of the forest. I was learning how to track when I came upon an encampment.

It was full of boys that most couldn't be much older than me. They looked scared and upset. They also looked like they were dreadfully unhappy and out of place.

When I asked my father about them later on that night, he explained to me about the Romans and how they took young Sarmatians from their home and forced them to fight for Rome. They were from a line of elite fighters and they were hard to defeat.

This bothered me for a very long time. I didn't like the idea that these young men were being taken unwillingly from their homes and being forced to fight for another country that wasn't theirs.

Those faces stayed with me for a long time after that day. Some of them I ended up fighting many years later.

One of those young men grew up to become someone I fell in love with.



Words: 184
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (OT3 : Perpetualbeauty)
I never went looking for a romantic partner. The moment that I laid eyes on Lancelot, my heart was lost. Then, to my confusion, I also fell in love with Arthur.

Now, all of this happened long before they rescued me from the hell that was Marius' dungeon of the evil priests. Arthur rescuing me just cemented the feelings I had for him and his first officer.

What attracted me to them in the first place? I'm not sure and I never had to think about it. I just went with my heart and was relieved when they admitted to feeling the same way for me.

I loved the fact that Arthur was a dreamer. He has a dream of a better tomorrow for all of his people. No matter how many adversities he goes through from day to day, he still holds to that dream. He believes that the people of Briton can be a united people. He is a steadfast and loyal man who holds tight to his values and his beliefs.

Lancelot has the practicality that is often lacking in people around here nowadays. He is also very loyal. Lancelot is incredibly loyal to the people that he cares about. However, he is not blind in that loyalty. He will stick by your side, but he will definitely tell you if he thinks you are making a mistake or being foolhardy.

Both men are handsome and their eyes always light up when they see me. They let me be me, but are always there to lend me their strength if I need it. They are honest men and they are not known to tell an untruth. Honesty is very important to both of them.

They are both very important to me.

I never went looking for these two wonderful men. I just found them. I like the fact that they allow me to be myself and do not attempt to put me on a pedestal or make me try to be something I am not. They accept that I am a warrior, and even though there are times they really would feel better if I stayed where it was safe, they do have faith in my abilities and my skills. They trust me enough to send me on scouting missions or let me lead my warriors into a battlefield. They trust in me and I trust in them.

The three of us work as a team in so many areas of our lives and to me, they are my perfect romantic partners.




Words: 425
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (See This Through : Foxglove_Icons)
Greatest obstacle?

Let's see...I'm a Celt. I'm a female warrior leader. I'm in love with a Sarmatian knight and our half-Roman king. I know sorcery.

Oh, and did I happen to mention that I'm the only child of Merlin and destined to follow in his footsteps as the mystical warrior leader of our people?

As you can see, I am no stranger to obstacles in my life. I have faced challenges and obstacles because of who I am for far longer than I can remember.

Yet, you still want to know what the biggest obstacle I have ever had to overcome in my life was? Fine.

Gerard.

Happy now?

I had to overcome that particular obstacle not once but twice. Yes, twice.

The first time was when I had to choose between Merlin and Gerard. He challenged my father for the leadership of our people and he lost. He wanted me to leave the village with him. I had to make a choice---between my father and the man who claimed to love me. He loved me, I have no doubt about that. However, I think he loved power more.

I chose my father and Gerard was banished.

Some months ago, Gerard reappeared in my life in a very violent way.

*Guinevere touches the scar at her throat and her hands shake slightly with the memory of everything that had happened. She closes her eyes for a few moments to regain her composure.*

He attacked us. He kissed me when I went to plead with him to forget the madness he was plotting. He kidnapped Lancelot. Caused distrust, hurt and distance between Arthur and I. He tortured Lancelot and used him as bait to lure Arthur into his deadly trap. He would have killed both Arthur and Lancelot. I could not allow that to happen. Arthur was our king and the best thing that could have happened to Briton. Lancelot and Arthur balance me out and keep parts of me under control. They give me peace and they complete me. I could not allow them to be killed. I loved them too much to let them die if I could in anyway prevent it. They were too important to me, I would rather have died than been left without my heart and soul.

I didn't even think about it. I just knew that I could never live in a world without Arthur and Lancelot in it.

So, I challenged Gerard to a death match, and I killed him---thus saving the lives of the two men that I couldn't live without.

However, his dying words will forever haunt me, I think. I know he meant every word he told me in those final moments as his blood flowed.

Gerard was --- and may still be --- my greatest obstacle.


Word Count: 473
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (OT3 : Perpetualbeauty)
Blue: Write a ficlet inspired by the word blue. It might be a color, it might be a mood, it might be the name of your favorite hound dog from when you were 10. Whatever! Use your imagination. ... Challenge For Week #78


Blue was an important color in Guinevere's life.

She had been told that her mother had had eyes the color of the midday sky. She rather liked that image. She didn't remember much about her mother, but Merlin talked about her a lot and it was her eyes that he seemed to mention more than anything else.

Blue was the color she had been surrounded by all of her life. The blue sky, the blue water in the lakes...the paint of her people before going into battle.

As soothing as blue could be, she knew that it could also be an angry, dangerous color.

Before going into battle, her people would paint themselves up with blue paint and mark themselves with the different symbols of the people. Some of the symbols were to the gods of her people and they were believed to bring protection and success in battle.

Then she met the Sarmatian knights...and she fell in love with Arthur and Lancelot.

Suddenly, the sight of her warriors painting themselves blue no longer filled her with joy and celebration.

Until the peace between her people and Arthur, the sight of her warriors painted up in blue filled her with sadness and distress. Not just because they would be defeated by the Sarmatian knights, but also because Lancelot or Arthur might get hurt by one of them.

Now, the sight of the warriors painting themselves in blue once again filled her with fire and the song of a warrior. Now, the warriors fought for Arthur.


Word Count: 257
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Sadness : Fox_Glove Icons)
When in my life have I felt the most alone?

I bet you think I'm going to say when I was imprisoned by Marius and tortured...but that was nothing compared to how utterly alone I felt at one other, more important time.

The time that felt completely and utterly alone? It was the time after Lancelot had been taken by Gerard.

We thought that Lancelot was dead and Arthur and I were comforting each other. Then he left to take care of some things. When he came back...his whole demeanor had changed. He was acting strange and then told me he knew Lancelot was alive and that he was going to rescue him. I started to follow and he ordered me to stay behind. I didn't understand why he was acting like this. He knew I was one of his best warriors. He needed me with him, it was a trap and we both knew it.

Then I found out why he was giving me orders.

Arthur didn't trust me.

He had found out about the second meeting with Gerard and how Gerard had kissed me. Of course, whomever told him about that had neglected to tell Arthur that I had pulled away and that it had been Gerard that initiated the kiss. Because of this, Arthur was suspicious of me. After all, it was after we had worked up the plan to lure out Gerard that I had been seen outside the walls with him. Arthur thought the unthinkable.

He thought that I had been the reason Lancelot had been kidnapped. He blamed me and he didn't trust me.

I was devastated, but I wasn't about to let Arthur be trapped in another game of Gerard's. So, I collected warriors frm my tribe and I showed up at Gerard's encampment.

In order to prove my loyalty and innocence...and in order to save the two men I loved more than anything, I challenged Gerard to a death duel. One of us had to kill the other. If I won, Arthur and Lancelot would be free to go.

On that battleground, I felt more alone than I ever had in my life. Lancelot was unconscious and Arthur believed the worst about me. In my eyes, I had nothing but their freedom and safety to live for...whether I would ever again be with them or not.

I was facing down my death that day, and I was totally and completely alone. There was no one who could help me then. No one was allowed to interfere. With every wound I sustained and every blow I took, I was reminded that I had caused my husband to lose trust in me. When Gerard knocked me to the ground that last time and stood over me, I knew I was going to die. I was alone with just him and that's how I was going to die. There was no one there to hold me as my life's blood drained away.

I had never ever felt more alone than I had in that moment.



Word Count: 509
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Triangle of Love : shesawit__)
Heart's Desire: Think about something you once wanted so badly but never acquired. Write about how you think your life would’ve been different if you had received what your heart desired. ... Challenge #77


Heart's desire?

It wasn't until I met Arthur and Lancelot that I realized I was missing out on anything. I was the best warrior in my tribe and I was the first woman of my people. I was responsible for their welfare, safety and comfort.

Then, I was kidnapped and imprisoned by Marius. For the longest time my main desire was my freedom.

That's when Arthur and his knights arrived and I was suddenly free...

...physically anyway.

I had known of Arthur and his knights for years. All Celts or Woads in the country knew of them. Most of us had engaged them in combat on more than one occassion.

I had been in love with Arthur and with Lancelot for a very long time. When they rescued me and I started spending a great deal of time with the knights, my feelings for both men deepened. I didn't know what was going to happen with all of this. Part of me wanted to just disappear...the other part of me wanted to stay and make them love me as much as I loved them.

I don't think Lancelot liked me very much at that time. As I was developing deepening feelings for both men, Lancelot and I were doing a lot of fighting and being at each other's throats.

It hurt me deeply and I know our fighting had a painful effect on Arthur.

At some point, we stopped fighting and did a lot more laughing. The three of us were becoming a deeply connected unit.

Then came Badon Hill.

I already knew I was going to die that day. I had seen it in my visions and in my dreams. My father had seen it as well. I went into that battle accepting that I wasn't going to survive.

I was prepared to face my death and meet my ancestors when Cynric and I started clashing. I saw my blood on his hands and my death in his eyes. Everything I had seen previously in my visions started to happen just as I had seen them...except for one thing.

Lancelot.

I didn't even see him approach me --- hadn't realized that he had even seen what was going on. I was flat on my back watching Cynric's sword come down at me. Then I heard the clanging of metal and looked up to see a very angry-looking Lancelot blocking the Saxon's sword from coming into my throat.

This was completely different than what I had seen in my visions...and when I saw Lancelot fall with that crossbow bolt in his chest, I felt my world rip apart around me. I didn't care that I was on my knees in the bloody ground while the battle raged around us. All I cared about was holding his beloved head up off the ground and begging him not to leave us.

Arthur and I spent a great deal of our time sitting at his bedside. We refused to leave him until we knew he was going to come back to us.

During that time I swore to whatever gods were listening that if they gave him back to us, I would spend the rest of my life loving him and Arthur and doing my best to keep them safe. I even offered the gods my life in return. The gods didn't take my life, but they did give Lancelot back to us.

I have my heart's desire.

I have Arthur and Lancelot alive and with me. I love them and they love me. I couldn't imagine my life without them to share it with me.

I have no desire for anything else but their love.


Word Count: 616
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Standing Strong : Akuen_)
Pride?

I feel pride in my country and the deeds of her children every day. I watch what we are accomplishing and I don't think I could get any more proud.

But you want to know when I personally felt the most proud of myself?

I don't know if I should answer this completely truthfully as it could cause pain to those I care a great deal about.

Fine.

The moment I felt the most proud of myself was when I defied Arthur and followed him to Gerard's hide-out. I defied him and would have done anything to help him and Lancelot get away from Gerard and the Saxons.

So, I did what I had to do. I jumped down between him and Gerard. I looked into Gerard's eyes --- I didn't dare look at Arthur or Lancelot at that moment --- and offered to exchange my life for theirs. Arthur didn't protest my actions...not sure if that would have changed my mind or not. However, as he was holding up a very wounded Lancelot, he was in a bit of a state of shock and I gave him no chance to stop me..

The fight wasn't a beautiful dance or anything like that. It was deadly and it was bloody. I hated what I was doing, but I also knew I had to. For Lancelot and for Arthur, I would take on an entire army of Saxons to protect them if I had to.

In the end, I shoved that hateful crossbow bolt (yes, the one that almost took Lancelot from us at Badon Hill) into Gerard's heart and I held him as his blood flowed out and he said things to me that I cannot repeat at this time.

We both collapsed and then he died, laying on top of me in the dirt. I was too wounded to move and was quite certain that I was going to die.

I didn't, though. Merlin and the Healers helped to keep me firmly in the land of the living.

So there you have it, just what you wanted.

I was the most proud when I didn't die when I offered to exchange my life for Arthur and Lancelot's lives.

I think managing to live through all of that is indeed a great deal to be proud of.


Word Count: 388
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Guinevere Sword : gabrielrose)
If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be? ... Challenge for Week #75



Although there are better things that I could think of to do with a large fish...

Who would I like to beat up with a large fish? The person who ever came up with the ridiculous notion that in order to be a lady you had to wear all sorts of stupid things that they call "proper".

Who thought of some of these weird ideas and creations?

Long flowing dresses with cumbersome trails of material --- while I'm sure are very pretty --- are quite impractical for doing battle in.

How am I supposed to engage an enemy in battle if I am constantly worried about tripping over my dress, or worse! That much material is asking to be used as a weapon against you.

And those head things that they sometimes think you should wear! The next person that comes through Briton and tells me that it's what a "proper" queen would wear will get a sword through their gut.

I am not proper! I don't want to be proper! I am Guinevere. I am the Queen of Briton and I'll be damned if I'll dress up in anything that makes me look like I am incapable of doing anything for my country. A Queen should always be ready for anything...and that is almost impossible when wearing something like that. No wonder other countries have problems with women and queens being kidnapped. If they're wearing so much material that they cannot defend themselves then it serves their men right.

Tell you what...you get Gawain or Dagonet or Bors to wear something like that, and I'll consider wearing the same thing.

Until then, show me the man who came up with these ideas on what a woman is supposed to do so I can proceed to beat him in the head and face with a very large trout.



Word Count: 310
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Thousand Years To Mend : Eomir_Icons)
If you could only carry one memory with you into the afterlife, which would you choose? ... Challenge for Week #74


It's hard for me to look at everything that has gone on in my life and select only one memory to take with me when I go to meet the Ancestors. I have seen so much...done so much, that I don't even know where to start with my memories sometimes.

I have stood side by side with some of the best warriors to fight enemies bent on destruction. I have listened at my father's knee as he taught me about duty, love and the power of the land. I have endured harsh lessons in order to come out of my childhood like tempered steel. I have learned a multitude of things from people that are long since gone...and I continue to learn from people that I meet from day to day. I have been taught to rule by force if I need to, but to temper that force with love and the duty of what is right for the people. I have fought by the side of people that were once considered enemies to defeat marauders on our island. I have taken the life of one lover to save the lives of the two men who hold my heart and soul.

Not too long ago, I did almost die. I choked on my own blood and watched as the world started to fade around me. I turned my head before I closed my eyes and found Arthur holding Lancelot. I wanted to apologize to him for not doing exactly as he had said. I wanted to beg him to run, to take Lancelot and run, no matter what deal I had made. I wanted to apologize to him for not being more open about what was going on and that I had had more than one meeting with Gerard. There were so many things that I wanted to say to my husband, but it looked like I wasn't going to get the chance. Any moment, Gerard was going to lower his weapon and I was going to die...

Then I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, the three of us were not in that forest any longer. We were in Arthur's room and the three of us were curled up together. It was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began. We were together and we were whole. As long as we had each other, I knew in my heart that nothing could harm us. As long as we were together, we could defeat anything that came our way and we would never know fear or doubt again.

The thing is...as much as I wanted it to be Arthur and Lancelot holding me as I died, before I closed my eyes again...after I killed Gerard and he took me to the ground with him...I wished for my mother to be there with me...

My mother died in battle when I was very young...and as much I love Arthur and Lancelot and wanted my last memory to be of their faces...I wanted my mother to be there to hold me as I left this world.

Strange, isn't it?

I'm a warrior who tries to never show fear, and I run willingly into even the most overwhelming of odds. I kill and fight without question. I have been told that I have no heart and that I am not enough of a female to be a woman. I have been told that I need to be more lady like. I can torture and kill without question or without thought.

Yet, as I lay dying...it was my mother that I wished for.



Word Count: 612
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom:"King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Guinevere Sad : gabrielrose)
Trust.

It's such a small word and it can do such major damage to people and to relationships. It's one of those concepts that can take years to build and merely seconds to destroy. It takes a lifetime to create and only suspicions - not facts - to shatter it forever.

Guinevere knew this from personal experience - both in the far past and in the very recent.

Merlin had trusted in Gerard and had been betrayed.

Arthur had once trusted in her, but her own unexplained actions and the scheming of another had ripped her husband's trust away from her.

It was such a fragile thing, really. A fragile thing that seemed to carry the power to make or break any relationship - no matter how strong it may seem. It was one of those things that needed constant maintenance and care apparently. Trust was something that couldn't be earned and then left alone. No matter how string the trust may appear, if it was left alone it became damaged. Sometimes, it became damaged beyond all hope of repair.

That was the mistake Guinevere had made so recently with Arthur.

She had assumed that once she had finally gained his trust that he would always trust her. She had thought that since she now had his trust, it therefore required no more work on that bond.

She had been so very wrong.

Love and trust were not the same things. Just because you loved someone beyond explanation, it didn't necessarily mean that you trusted them. Love and trust were not mutually exclusive.

This had been a very hard lesson for Guinevere to learn. It hurt her deeply that she had lost Arthur's trust in her. She could still see the look in his eyes when she had asked him if he trusted her. It had been like a well-placed dagger to her heart. Although she knew it was through her own fault that this had happened, it still devastated her.

Losing the trust of someone you loved so very deeply was like an open wound that never stopped bleeding.

Through her own actions, she had lost the trust of her friend, her husband ... of her king.

Through her own actions, she had endangered the life of her dark knight, her friend ... her beloved.

Through her own actions, she had almost cost both Lancelot and Arthur their lives. She hadn't thought out the repercussions of everything that was happening with Gerard. She hadn't realized how quickly everything around her would spiral out of control. She had been naive to think that everything would be just fine if she handled this the way her heart said to.

It didn't matter that her actions were an effort to protect Lancelot from harm. Her efforts had backfired and he had been taken. He had been hurt and she might have been able to prevent it if she had just gone to Arthur after the second meeting with Gerard.

She now needed to start all over again to regain the trust of the two men she loved more than her own life. She just didn't know where exactly she should start. She couldn't ask Arthur, because it was he that she had unwittingly betrayed. She couldn't ask Lancelot because he was injured and he didn't know yet the full story of what had happened after he had been taken.

Apparently, trust was always a work in progress. She would have to remember that.



Word Count: 576
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (OT3 : Perpetualbeauty)
In her opinion, Guinevere had a great many flaws.

As a child, she had been told that one of greatest flaws was her curiosity and they told her it would one day be her downfall. She was always interested in everything that was going on around her. Her nature demanded that she know everything about anything and it would often get her into a great deal of trouble.

As a teen, it was her stubborn need to constantly be the best at whatever she was doing that some called a flaw. She pushed herself hard so that she could accomplish any challenge thrown her way. She was the first woman of her people and so she had to be the best at everything. Her hunt sisters were some of the finest warriors in all of the tribes. Many said she had too much pride, but they could not deny that she had a great deal to be proud of.

Now, as a woman, her flaws were starting to show like cracks in her armour again...


I think my greatest flaw at times might well be my heart. I have a tendency to follow my heart at the worst possible times.

The thing is, I would do anything for Arthur and Lancelot, and I believe they know this. However, sometimes I take it upon myself to try to "fix" things that have gone bad, and then things just wind up sometimes getting worse.

Arthur and Lancelot together balance me out. I don't think I would survive if I lost one of them. When we thought Lancelot was dead...I hope I never have to endure something like that again.

However, because I was thinking with my heart and not my head, I caused there to be doubts in the minds of the people around me as to where my loyalties lie. Looking back on everything now as we recover from the injuries we sustained at the hands of Gerard, I realize I should have gone to Arthur and Lancelot and told them that Gerard had demanded to see me. At the very least, I should have told them about the kiss when I returned home.

My heart tends to lead me a great deal of time, and I think that very well may be my greatest flaw.



Word Count: 388
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
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."
loved_by_two: (Thousand Years To Mend : Eomir_Icons)
Guinevere sat in her room in the middle of the bed that was still mussed from her and...

She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. She couldn't believe he was gone. Couldn't believe that she would never see those laughing black eyes undressing her. She tried to breathe, but it came out as a sob and she couldn't seem to control the sobs.

All she had ever wanted, ever, was for the ones she loved to be safe. Now, one was gone, and the other one...

She couldn't get herself to leave the room. It was the last place she had been with Lancelot.

" Tomorrow will come and then everyone will wonder why they made such a fuss."

Guinevere got up from the bed and wandered to the window. She looked out into the grounds and the field and felt nothing but the emptiness inside her.

." But I won't let them get close enough to scratch me."
"See that you don't."


She shook her head, still hearing everything that was said, still feeling him hold her.

He couldn't be gone. He just couldn't.

Guinevere turned to stare at the sword that was on her bed. It was glaring proof that her beloved was gone. He never would have released his grip on those swords unless he was dead. They went everywhere with him.

"Lancelot..." she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. In the room belonging to her and Arthur, she could grieve. Behind the locked door, she didn't have to be the Queen of Briton. She didn't have to be the Lady that everyone bowed to and expected certain things of. Behind the doors of this room, she was merely Guinevere.

And Guinevere had been torn apart inside.

She slid down the wall next to the window and brought her knees up as she sobbed into her hands. She had tried so hard to stay pulled together, but the ache in her chest just would not go away. Lancelot was dead and she and Arthur were going to be expected to carry on. They were going to be expected to do their duty and not let their emotions get to them.

She didn't want it. She didn't want this responsibility. She wanted to curl up and give into the pain that was threatening to overwhelm her right now. Lancelot was dead and she wanted to join him.

But that would leave Arthur all alone and she wouldn't do that. She would not do that to her love.

Guinevere buried her face in her knees as the tears kept flowing. She could still hear his voice.

" You're a fighter and you would have Arthur. Nothing will happen but if anything were to happen, you would survive and I would want you to. I would want you to keep on living."

Guinevere got to her feet and went to grab Lancelot's sword. She swung it around a few times before dropping to her knees. A loud scream was drawn from her throat again and again. Guinevere sat there on her knees for what seemed like hours...she held on to the sword like it was a lifeline and her eyes stared down at the floor as she started to sob again. It seemed like she had done nothing but cry since Arthur had brought her back to the garrison. Someone, she didn't know who, had helped her to her and Arthur's rooms and sat her on their bed...the bed that right now seemed much too empty. She screamed out her rage and grief until her throat ached and her voice was hoarse. The screams echoed throughout most of the fortress and chilled the blood of a great many of the people.

She held the sword to her as she rocked back and forth on her knees.

Lancelot was dead.

Arthur was somewhere.

And Guinevere was alone...her heart and spirit broken.
loved_by_two: (Intrigue : Zanzabar)
If you could trade lives with one person for a day, who would it be, and what would you do? ... Challenge #70




Why would I want to trade lives with anyone else?

I have Arthur and I have Lancelot. I have two men who love me more than I ever could have imagined.

I'm Queen of our country and we're trying to rebuild after the Romans and the Saxons had their way with her.

I have a loving family and I have great friends.

I can ride free and not worry about having to act this way or that way. I have my freedom and can enjoy the wind in my hair.

I can be who I am and not worry about pleasing others.

I happen to like the person I am and I cannot imagine trading places with anyone else. Trading lives would mean that someone else got to be with Arthur and Lancelot and I don't like that. I'm sort of possessive when it comes to those two.

I don't understand why anyone would want to take the risk of trading lives with somebody else. It seems to me that something like that could be a little bit dangerous. Trading lives means losing control over what happens in your own life. That's a bit more dangerous than battling a whole tribe of Saxon invaders.

No, I think I'll just stick to being myself.



Word Count:212
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies
loved_by_two: (Standing Strong : Akuen_)
((OOC: There will be material of the NC-17 variety within the comments. If you don't like reading that kind of stuff, or it offends you, please don't read.))


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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((OOC: This answer takes place amidst a storyline that the King Arthur muses are involved in at the moment.))

Guinevere sat on her bed, tears long since dried as she looked at the blade sitting on her bed in front of her. She reached out and ran her fingers down the sharp blade and then along the handle. She could still see his hands holding this and it's twin...that twin being broken and gone, now. She curled her hand around the handle and swung it up in front of her.

Lancelot...

He was gone, her dark knight with the dancing eyes. He had been killed by the one person from her past that she hadn't expected to ever see again.

Guinevere stood up and danced with the sword, swinging it in a deadly arc around her body. She did this for a few moments before dropping to her knees on the floor as a strangled cry was drawn from her throat.

Lancelot...

He was never coming back and this was all she had left of the dark Sarmatian knight that had stolen her heart. She held his sword close to her, not caring when the blade cut into her hand and wet the blade with blood.

He was gone. He had escaped death once, but the gods had decided to take him away from her at the whim of a half-mad would-be leader.

Guinevere sat there on her knees for what seemed like hours...she held on to the sword like it was a lifeline and her eyes stared down at the floor as she started to sob again. It seemed like she had done nothing but cry since the news had come.

Merlin had come and had tried to comfort her, but for the first time in her life, she refused to see him. Ever since Tristan had brought back the news and the swords...one of the two blades broken, she had stayed locked in her room. She had locked the door and refused to come out. She had lost track of how many days it had been. She was only vaguely aware of the passing from dawn to dark and back again.

No one knew where Arthur had hidden himself away in grief or they might have gotten him to break in on Guinevere. He would be the only one that could safely approach the grieving warrior.

She screamed out her rage and grief until her throat ached and her voice was hoarse. The screams echoed throughout most of the fortress and those that heard it bowed their heads. They understood her grief and her pain. It was well known how much she had loved the dark Sarmatian knight.

He was dead.

Lancelot was dead and all she had left of him was his sword and the memory of his touch.

One very deadly sword.

She held the sword to her as she cried out again, but the sound was muted. She had no voice left with which to scream out at the wrongness of this death.



Word Count: 515
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur"; Misc Movies and Mythologies

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