Gwynnever - Queen of Camelot

Chapter 34

"Very well then." He sighs "if it is important to you, I see why not."

She smiled in victory but made Lancelot almost suffocate because he was not ready to such a beautiful lips moving for him. He probably would give her anything if she kept treating her kindly.

"If you accept those two," said Gwen. "I want to be clear about one more matter." He waved her signaling to proceed and she blurted it out. "I cannot resist him. He is my king even though we will never be legally bound. I care about him, and I'll do anything he asked. I could..." she wanted to tell him that it could happen for them to fall into sin and that he shouldn't be mad about it but the flash of rage in his eyes didn't make her feel enough courage finish the sentence.

"You must keep him away, or I'll lock you in a cell and throw the key." His hands hit the table as he stood, fuming. "If you are to be my wife legally, I don't see why you'll feel the need to run away into the arms of another man. You will be mine and mine only."

"If he asked me. I will not refuse him." She clarified standing as well. "I owe him my life and he owns my heart. I cannot bear the idea of..."

"He'll get married you know? He'll move on and have little kids that look half like him and half like his wife. There will never be a place for you, do you want to be his mistress? Are you that desperate?"

Her hands turned into fists. "He's dining with her as we speak. The future queen of Camelot. When you left, he was furious and asked me to call upon her. I didn't push him, he chosen to get married to someone else and they will, in two weeks whatever you let him in your graces or not." He seemed honest with her but she just couldn't accept it.

"Do you really want to be with someone that the second he gets mad at you, runs into the arms of somebody else? I wouldn't do that to you. You know me, Gwen. We grew up together and I put myself in great danger offering you to be my wife. Have you any idea how ridiculous I'll look to settle for the king's whore? Everybody knows I'm not your first choice, nevertheless, here I am trying to shove some sense into you. Do you want him to abandon you again and again? When will you realize that I'm your best option?" He got closer to her and took her face in his hands attempting to kiss her but she was faster and had her knife to his throat. It only made him smile wider.

"You might not love me Gwynnever. But you will respect me. You promised it to me on your life." He recalled and Gwen sighted, lowering the blade as he tenderly encircled her wrists and kissed each hand viciously. He knew she didn't like it but couldn't' refuse it.

"I can wait." He whispered so close to her lips. "And then not even you, can refuse me what is rightfully mine. I'll only grow thirstier and angrier." He turned her around and dip his nose into her strands.

It was very intimate the way he acted. It was not as if he loved her, it was as if he owned her and Gwen couldn't take it. The thought of being bound to him, broke her.

"Just like I remembered." She jerked away and put the table in between them. "I have one little request for you too." She was feeling so sick as she held to the chair, not to faint for the nausea. "When we become husband and wife, you'll let me do to you everything I didn't get to do last time." And he had the audacity to lick his lower lip. Gwen threw the knife missing him for one inch.

"You're gonna be such a lovely wife."

"Go to hell." She walked outside and as she was heading for her room. She was fuming, her hands shaking. She missed him in purpose, but still she wished she didn't. could it go any worse?

She looked up and there they were. Her heart ached looking at how perfect the queen was. She had perfectly curled hair, white skin and rosy cheek. Gwen reached for her tress and felt out of place. Arthur had his hair slipped back with the girl's hand on his arm as she perfectly laughed at something he said. She never felt the need to just fell on her knees and cry till she was asleep like she did in that moment, nevertheless, she forced herself to stand straight. She couldn't look away as she gave him a little wave of the hand, looking away then back.

So girly. So womanly. Like she never would be. She was lucky Lancelot wanted her because it was pretty clear that if what she was watching was what men liked, she wouldn't be anybody's first choice.

"Oh, she's beautiful." Said Lancelot leaning on the doorframe. She didn't know if he could tell she felt the life slide out of her as her heart shattered when he said. "A true queen."

She wanted to do something so stupid like scream or drop dead. But she decided against it. Lancelot wanted her to crumble but until there were even a single man hoping for her to break, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction. However, Arthur must have sensed her or something because his eyes found her. She gulped, suddenly frozen. She didn't notice Lancelot hands on her waist as he pulled her closer. She was still staring at Arthur when Lancelot lips crushed on hers.

She couldn't fight. She felt powerless as he demanded her tongue to collaborate, unsuccessfully. So she closed her eyes and waited for it to finish. His hand brushed her hair away and caressed her chin as she moved away. He passed his thumb on her lips.

"You're welcome." He said clearly proud of himself for catching her off of guard. She'd give him that with that gesture, she stopped feeling stabbing pain in her heart. Did he do it to make Arthur jealous? Or did he....do it to help her? She didn't know. She was confused.

"Goodnight." She whispered heading to her room and once inside she locked the door and threw herself into the pillows. She punched one as hard as she could, imagining it was Lancelot.

She wondered what did Merlin saw in his dreams, if Arthur were to marry another girl and she felt like not wanting to hurt anymore. Someone made it stop, she begged and eventually she fell asleep with the pillow hugged tightly to her chest.