The saber grits her teeth, glaring, ready to draw out excalibur and slay the bitch where she stands, but hearing her words… the saber cools her temperament and listens.
“I told you this before… my memory was stripped by the grail mud. You suffered humiliation for my sake? I died ten thousand times! burned alive! beheaded! drawn and quartered! drowned! raped to death! What form of torture you can imagine I underwent it. a soul can not die but it can go through that pain of death for eternity and that bastard who betrayed me…” she begins to laugh, a sad twisted thing. “that bastard who betrayed me… made me know true loss! I don’t know my family, my kin, my knights…! Your betrayal… or your love. They’re all gone. Hahahahahahehehehe…”
The knight laughs maniacally, laughing and crying for that which is lost even as she places palm to face to hide her shame, her tears. She pauses then, looking towards the other…
“All I see before me is a peasant girl bemoaning her losses. Was your loneliness worth the breaking of a country?” she hisses. “You claim you told me to punish you… yet you spit vileness at me that my own daughter does not throw my way. Yes, that knight who slew me is back at my side. and yet, she somehow comports herself better before me than my supposed “queen.” She and my current queen and even my knights… sought me for years. So then… where were you? You only sound as one concerned for herself.”
Fist tightens before she releases the tension, relaxing herself.
“you were never fit to be my queen. Any of the knights would have been better than thee. My past self truly was a fool to take you in.”
BLINKING ONCE, guinevere could hardly stop herself from giggling, but managed to keep her face straight, out of respect if nothing else. the king of knights, reduced to such a short tempered girl ? no - whoever this was could not be her husband, for she knew well that they would have never become so broken.
arthur, artoria ; the name mattered not. the legacy of pendragon was unbreakable. such was an unshakable mindset that the queen would simply not relent to, not to someone who dared mar her face, thrusting that she’d been nothing but forgotten && replaced without a second thought along with a pitiful apology.
❛ i ask again that you leave my presence. you do not wish to hear the truth, clearly. i offered to explain events, as i remember, as i was present. but instead, you choose to shamelessly blame me for tearing camelot apart when you know nothing of it’s fall. ❜
visage turned away, avoiding the other’s gaze. was their any point in staring into those eyes filled to the brim with pain && torturous sorrow ? ❛ what you have endured has nothing to do with me. whoever betrayed you deserves a thousand deaths but that isn’t something i can grant you. you ask where i was ? how on earth was i supposed to know what had occurred ? as far as i knew, you were fine. when you left for long voyages, for battlefields upon battlefields, months in other kingdoms, fighting for others at our expense, when did you stop to make sure i was safe ? when you returned, you’re focus was on anything but me. i found friendship && even that was torn away from me. i devoted myself to you once before, && i found myself in the hangman’s noose. why should i risk myself again ? for a love that was never reciprocated ? ❜