Post by Arthur on Apr 8, 2013 1:32:21 GMT -6
Betrayal of the Hearts
Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, and Others;
Camelot
September, 466 AD
Life could not have been more pleasurable with Guinevere. She was pleasant to be around, serviant to Arthur in most ways, excellent in bed, and commanding at Court, as the Governess… But the Saxon bandits began to sack northern Briton villages. Arthur and his Knights had begun to spend more time at the Round Table planning and devising the downfall of Saxon aggression; whilst Guinevere spent her time, not doing womanly duties about their quarters, but managing the overall affairs of the castle.
One evening… nay early morn… whilst the pair enjoyed some light pillowtalk, Arthur smiles, his hand caresses her face and speaks softly… “M’Love, is the Xiomara still active, or have the women all married and having babies?”
As wife, Guinevere was finding herself falling into a pattern where she pleased her husband well and learned how to be happy. Her training with the Xiomara had become limited as well as her natural spirit for rebellious freedom. Yet this devotion to court and city life would only last for so long before that other side of her reappeared. When it came to dealing with the populous, she was somewhat viewed as young, arrogant, and naive. Somehow this wasn't what she'd been expecting. To be looked upon as a constant symbol of peace, unity and security. For a time it boosted her ego, but as of late she was inwardly feeling a bit uncomfortable and yes, insecure. But she did her best to hide it from her ever loving husband.
Now lain at his side, her legs curled forward underneath the tangled bedding so that she was staring up at him from a near upside down angle. His question drew a small smile at the mere thought. "I'm more than certain that the Xiomara is.""Some may have married... It is natural to wish for a family in time." Frail shoulders rolled up into a casual shrug. Honestly, she didn't know what the Xiomara had been up to. As unlikely as it sounded, some may have wed and carried weight of a child by now. Yet this made her wonder; made her regret that she was so ignorant to her own people's lives.
Arthur rolled to his back, looking up to the ceiling attempting to remember her sister. “I know not the Xiomara…” then his head rolled to the side looking at her. “My beloved Guinevere… would you, as the governess of this new land, go to Segedunum… Lancelot is stationed there… Try to convince the Xiomara in the area it would be wise to support his efforts there.” He shakes his head a bit. “I know they trust not the Romans that support Lancelot cavalry, but we need to infantry… and they do not consider themselves Romans any longer, as they have remained when they could have left, and have sworn their allegiance to Briton…”
Arthur smiled and looked to Guinevere… He loved her… she was good for him… and he trusted Lancelot with his life…
How could life be so cruel as to what would occur in the near future…, though none would ever dream such an atrocity COULD occur??