“ what we had were special. i can’t let that go. ” (arthur)
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For some reason it was almost nostalgic, thinking about when they had been young and in love. A special kind of innocence even if their marriage was to be considered an arrangement as he did everything to make sure she was willing and genuinely enjoyed him. She can still recall the warmth he had made her feel when he smiled and held out his hand. Carrying the appearance of a true prince charming despite his much humbler upbringing.
That was love when they would whisper in each other’s ear, have soft touches and the dances they shared. Many would claim that she must have never loved him that his efforts had not at all work and that the marriage had been only a business affair. Reasons she felt miserable and ended up doing the things she had done, but that is naive. The worst of the betrayal was that she had loved him, with all her heart it was genuine, and she knows he knew.
He had probably questioned when did her love die that he was no longer enough, that no longer did she enjoy sleeping at his side. Tending to look away and the soft touches stopped, and he could not seek them out. Acting as if he had done her a great wrong when she was off committing adultery. How cruel, she was such a child expecting him to confront her to reach out. To make an extra effort and then she hurts him causing him to stand alone when he had done all he could have.
“It was special,” Guinevere spoke fondly unable to help herself, thinking back to how they used to be. Remembering how he had given her power and rights that she never expected allowing her to stand at his side. But her eyes soften, saddened as he made it clear he didn’t want to let it go.
“But… You could do better than me. Arthur Pendragon, you are a man who deserves the world, not someone who has been tainted.” An honest statement, the tragedy even if not had been directly her fault had been put into motion with her affair. Given the exact reason needed to motivate Mordred’s rebellion and the blood of his knights that Lancelot killed to save her.
He seemed… So much happier now, not as cold or serious as he had been as a king and deserved to stay as such. He did not need a reminder like her…
