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Post by Guinevère on Mar 13, 2012 3:24:40 GMT -5
Her children saw it!!?? SAW the man attack their father!! She wasn't sure what angered her more--the children seeing such a hated actions followed by their father killing a man . . . or that Arthur had not spoken up and told her! Yet she was not angry, for she knew Arthur would have. She knew had something been wrong then Anna would have him wrapped around her fingers and she would be in here rather then in her brother's room crying.
It took Guinevère nearly an hour to get then both asleep and feeling safe. They were sharing a room this night, Anna curled into her brother's bed, for they did not feel safe. It was then she walked across the hall and pushed open the door there. Walking into the room she reached over one crib to check on the child there. After a moment and seeing them fast asleep she turned to the other crib and made sure the other baby was warm enough. Twins. Arthur had given her twins just two years ago.
Once she knew they were safe, she turned and walked back toward her chambers with Arthur. Walking in she could tell that her husband had not heard her enter. Coming up from his side, almost behind him, she reached her hand out to touch his hair. "Arthur, are you sure you are alright?" She asked, KNOWING something was wrong.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 13, 2012 3:39:09 GMT -5
Arthur had been so lost in thought that he had not heard her come in, nor draw near him. It wasn't until he felt her hand in his hair -- her soft touch -- that he realized she was back. And then an equally soft question laced with concern simultaneously. He slightly jumped at the unexpected touch, and turned his head to look at her. How he had missed her so. Every moment she had been gone, he missed her. Though reminded himself why it could never be. Because he had tried. And yet again, the more he loved someone . . . the greater the betrayal. So he just looked at her, taking in the sight of her, his eyes going from her eyes to her lips, and then back to meet her gaze. Soft longing evident in the way he looked at her . . . until it just hurt too much, and he could no longer bare being so close to her. He abruptly rose to his feet, taking a few steps forward, his back to her. He then deeply inhaled, unsure of how he would last being in this room with her all night.
Where else could he go though? Not to his children's chambers for it was still too confusing. A guest chamber? That would arouse too much suspicion. He just . . . needed a moment to catch his breath. Slightly turning his body, standing at a sideways angle so that he did not appear rude, his eyes were downcast on the floor in front of him. "How are the children?" It was such a strange thing to ask . . . how the children were. Their children. When he had no memory of them. Had he really missed their births and years of their lives? What purpose was this to serve? To show an alternative lifestyle? One that he had often dreamed of? A cruel reminder of what he could never have? Each second he spent here, broke his heart more and more. Because it was all too good to be true . . . and he was not blessed with such happiness in his life. It seemed that he was never going to be either, as there was a repeated pattern in his years of betrayal and lies.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 13, 2012 3:50:05 GMT -5
There for a moment, Guinevère thought she almost saw her husband in his eyes. The way he looked at her, the way he--but instead he almost looked hurt, before walking away and keeping his back to her. What was happening? Her eyes moved to the table and where everything had happened. The children had told her of their night. A dangerous man attacked their father. Anna clung to him, while Amaren tried to protect him.
Was he worried? Did he think too much on the assassin getting to close. Surely he would not hold himself back to try to spare them?! "How are the children?" Guinevère's eyes moved to him, "Frightened but sleeping. I was rather surprised to learn they were in here when it happened. Why did you not tell me of that? I would have offered we bring them in here and keep them feeling safe." Yet she had not because Arthur. . . . because there was something off with her husband. "I am more surprised Anna was not in here with you. I did not think you ever let her go when she cried."
Her husband spoiler her, though not in a had way. If ever there was a father who loved his daughter, and protected her--it was Arthur with his Anna. She was so small, born too early--and Arthur sought to protect her from everything.
"You are whom I am worried more for tonight," She admitted, "I come home eager for my husband and find him holding back." Why? It was the why that worried her. "What happened, Arthur? I can tell when something weights on you. Let me share that burden."
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 13, 2012 4:07:35 GMT -5
Bring the children in here? No. He couldn't do that. He needed to first understand what was going on before he spent a significant time with their children. Because he didn't want to hurt them. He closed his eyes for a moment when Guinevère spoke of how it was a surprise that Anna was not in here with him. His mind went to how she had clung to his knee, and cried for him to pick her up. He had wanted to so badly, yet was so confused as to who she was . . . even though she had called him papa. Part of him even now wanted to hold her in his arms . . . but he would get far too attached. And he could not afford to do so right now. "I thought it could wait. I didn't want to alarm you," he said in response to her question. It was not a total lie . . . he didn't want to tell her because it would obviously have frightened her and the children -- he had thought -- were already asleep. Opening his eyes again, he tried to focus on the task at hand.
Though it seemed impossible when he was in the room with the woman he loved, the woman who betrayed him and his wife . . . now talking of children he didn't even know he had. No. That he didn't have. This was magic. It was all magic. She was worried about him. She was eager to see him. She knew he was holding back. And . . . she knew something was weighing on him. "I just want to find out who sent the man to my chambers," he stated, using that as an excuse for his distracted thoughts. Again, it was not a total lie, for it was what was distracting him, but not the root cause. It was just the only way to find out who to seek out, and how to reverse this enchantment. Plus . . . there was still too much between them for him to fully trust her. Not after how she had betrayed him like she did. He glanced at her again, though was finding it difficult to hold his gaze. "I am trying to think of who would dare do such a thing." An opening for her to present possibilities.
Because he did not know who was still alive, who was dead, and who still posed a threat. Needing to put more space between them, he casually paced toward the vanity, passing the mirror there but paused at what he saw. His face. He did not stare at it for vain purposes . . . but because of the reflection staring back at him. Because of the age. The lines in his face. The . . . years that had grown on him. He had been so distracted with seeing Guinevère again after everything, and with the rush of emotions that flooded him upon seeing her, that he had not noticed her aged face either. She still looked beautiful . . . and that was certainly not helping him right now. How many years had gone by? How old was their daughter? Their son? How long were they married? The lines on his face suggested a substantial amount of time . . . and that worried Arthur all the more.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 13, 2012 4:30:50 GMT -5
"I thought it could wait. I didn't want to alarm you," "Could wait?" It was their children! Nothing meant more to them then their children and he thought their fear of something like this would wait? Who was this man before her? She had the strangest feeling it wasn't Arthur but she knew that it was. Her eyes could tell her that. What could weight so heavy in his mind that he would ignore his children's tears?
The frightening answer was nothing. Which left her wondering what was happening. "I just want to find out who sent the man to my chambers," No, there was something more happening here. "I am trying to think of who would dare do such a thing." Morgana had the boldness. Odin the desperation. Though if Morgana wished to make an attacks he's make a grand plan of it, and attempt to bring them to their knees. Not send in one man.
Odin? He's sent men before. Would he dare risk it again again with war already between them?
Guinevère took a few steps backwards, and glanced back at the door before looking at the man before her. She could tell the way a woman knew things that something was wrong. Her husband--her Arthur--would let nothing come before his children. Nothing would stop him from holding Ana in his arms, or giving Amaren comfort. Nothing.
Nothing would keep him from wrapping his arms around her, and seeking comfort. So who was this man? Was she judging too quickly? Was something more wrong? Or was this apart of something more darker? "While you think on it, might you get my ring from the safe? The green one. I wish to wear it tomorrow,and you wake before me." The ring she spoke of, she had worn it today. Arthur had placed it on her finger this morning, making a grand production of it. Yet today she had also made sure to plant some flowers near her mother's grave. Elyan had the ring now, so she would not get it dirty nor loose it.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 13, 2012 22:01:02 GMT -5
He could get that his answer was not satisfactory . . . but he didn't try to rectify his unsuitable response. Instead, he remained silent, trying to wrap his head around everything. Trying to understand what the spell had taken from him this time. His memory again? A time travel? A parallel universe? What was the purpose of this spell? Who could Arthur ask about it? Would Gaius know something? So many questions flooded his mind, and they only paused when he realized she had asked him for something. A ring? Right now? Arthur did not protest . . . nor did he have any idea as to what she was talking about. To what ring was she referring to? At least she gave the color, that would help narrow it down. He quietly nodded and made his way over to the safe. Unlocking it, he bent over to look inside. There were unfamiliar things in the content of his safe . . . things that perhaps could be of use?
But maybe later, after he found Guinevère's possession. He rummaged through a few things, unable to come across what she was referring to. He did not see any small object wrapped in anything close to a ring. "I don't see it. Are you sure it is in here?" He asked, his head still peering inside the safe, wondering what the need for the ring was at this very moment. After finding out that their children were attacked, this was the other thing she thought of? Had Arthur not been so distracted . . . perhaps he would have understood Guinevère's mind a bit clearer, and realized his error. But he did not. Instead, he just waited for her answer while continuing to look for what she asked.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 14, 2012 0:35:43 GMT -5
Guinevère felt her heart start beating faster as she watch Arthur not question the ring from this morning. He would know which ring it was for it had been a gift from him shortly after the twins were born. It was her favorite ring, for it was simple and light on her hand. "I don't see it. Are you sure it is in here?" Guinevère took a step backwards and glanced at the door.
Whomever this was... It was not her husband. Arthur Pendragon would not put thoughts above his children nor distance himself from her so casually as if he did not want her touch. "Perhaps you just need to look closer?" She said as she backed away toward the door. "I am sure it is there. Perhaps near the back?" Where he would never find it. Though the guards could come and get-----
It was then her heart froze. As a little two year old girl came on though the door that Guinevère was not backing away from. She seemed as if she had just awoken, and Guinevère wondered how she had gotten from her bed. "No!" She said in a tone that was both a whisper and a yell. Running forward she scooped the child into her arms before the baby girl could reach the man who was not her father.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 14, 2012 0:50:08 GMT -5
Look closer? He was looking at he didn't see it. He wished he knew what exactly was in his safe, but it was not a combination of his and her things. Still, he looked as she seemed so convinced that it was in here. That was when he heard her cry out, and he turned his head . . . to see Anna approaching him. Before she got anywhere near him, Guinevère lifted the small child into her arms and Arthur turned to fully face both of them. She knew. Guinevère knew that something was not right with Arthur. With the protective way she held his 'daughter' . . . she knew something was wrong. Arthur stared at her and the little girl, as the reminder that he did not want to alarm the child rang in his mind. He would have to tell Guinevère the truth, but not in front of Anna. Whoever she was -- whatever world he was in -- she was still a child. Apparently, she was their child. He wondered what to do now. In telling Guinevère to put Anna to bed, he feared she would not come back.
As much as it pained him to be so close to her, now that she knew . . . he needed her help. Better that than alarm the whole kingdom. On the other hand, he could not offer to put Anna to sleep, for he knew Guinevère was far too cautious of him right now. That left only one option. "Come, your mother and I will tuck you back in." He was going with her. And to leave no other choice, Arthur walked up to both Guinevère who was clutching Anna and motioned for them to walk ahead. It was not in a threatening way . . . though he wasn't sure what Guinevère was thinking right now. The children's bedrooms were assumingly not far from here and it would not leave a lot of time for her to call for help. But he did not want her to be fearful either. "Trust me," he whispered to Guinevère in a soft voice, hoping she recognized it enough to believe it. Even if trust between them was not exactly strong. At least on his part.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 14, 2012 13:56:04 GMT -5
Your mother and i?! Did he think her a fool? Guinevère knew better then to believe it was her husband. Her fears were confirmed when he whispered a plea to her in that way only Arthur could. This man was not her husband. If he was then he would have been holding his children rather then letting seek comfort alone. His plea of trust me proved it to her mind. Yet.. . .
Only Arthur could speak to her in such a way. That look and that voice. It made her want to comply, yet she could, not risk her babies on a doubt. Morgana was too strong, and too bitterly hateful. "I cannot." She whispered, almost apologetically. "I cannot risk my children." Not without being sure that he was not here to harm her children. Guinevère started backing toward the door, as Anna reached for her Papa. He did not do the things Arthur would do, and did not know things her husband would know.
Which meant he was not Arthur Pendragon.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 16, 2012 1:15:33 GMT -5
"I cannot." Arthur was having a difficult time maintaining a soft tone with her, when it still caused him so much pain to look at her. That had been the reason he'd banished her; because he could not stand the sight of her. Because she represented the greatest betrayal to him. And now, he had to look at her with a softened gaze and speak to her with a softened tone . . . more so in the presence of their daughter. Who was still, reaching for him. He did not take her though, knowing it would not help put Guinevère's fears at rest if he was moving to take her daughter from his arms. Their daughter. In this alternate reality he had been sent to . . . it was their daughter. "I cannot risk my children." An understandable statement.
"I pose no risk to them," he said, knowing that his sincerity could only go so far verbally. He would have to prove it. Seeing how she backed toward the door, he did not have time to grab his sword that was on the table at a significant distance. He would only have to pray that they did not encounter any danger from here, to their children's bedroom. "Let us put Anna to bed, and then we must speak." He was not leaving her with a choice. He remained close to her, joining her at the door, even pushing it more open so that she could walk out, and he would be right behind her.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 16, 2012 15:58:49 GMT -5
Guinevère watched him as he stayed near her, while trying to decide what would be best for her to do. Did she dare try to run? Call for help? Guinevère wasn't sure what would best protect her children. Yet she knew there was no sense to overly frighten them about their father until she kmew for sure what was happening. "Yes, we are going to get you to bed."
Taking Anna into the hall, Guinevère looked for one of the guards but they were no where to be seen. Not odd, for when her children were born she had asked they not be in this main stretch of hall, but guard the entrances. It would keep her children safe without someone seeing their everyday personal lives. Today she was regretting that choice.
Walking to Amaren's room instead of Anna's, Guinevère took her daughter to the bed. She knew Amaren would protect her. She made a point to keep herself facing this not-Arthur and to keep herself between him and the child. Both of them. "Here, Anna, lie down with your brother, and Mama will sing you a song." While not taking her eyes from the impostor.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 18, 2012 22:20:54 GMT -5
Arthur could tell that Guinevère was on edge, and highly suspicious of him. Quite honestly it didn't surprise him . . . it just meant that he would have to do what he could to explain things to her. Though, it wasn't exactly easy . . . considering. When they arrived at the room, Arthur watched her place down Anna, next to her sleeping brother. Their children. This was the way it should have been. Before she had decided to throw it all away for a night in another man's arms. No matter how much he tried to push such thoughts out of his head, her presence was a constant reminder. He was going to marry someone else, though he knew that he would never love Mithian. But it was the path he had to take. And wished he could have spared them all of that pain and humiliation, the night she betrayed him.
"I'll wait outside," he said in a low voice. For some reason, he felt oddly intrusive when she said that she would sing Anna to sleep. Seeing the three of them together . . . he felt strongly out of place. So with that, he went to the door, leaning against the frame of the door in the threshold. He looked to the ground, waiting for Guinevère to finish tucking the children in so that they could talk. So that he could figure out how to get out of this place. For each second he spent here, he felt his heart break more and more. This was how it should have been, but not how it was meant to be. And he couldn't bare the reminder any longer. His heart wouldn't be able to take it.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 18, 2012 22:29:43 GMT -5
Guinevère watched him walk out of the room, and felt her self grow more tense. She had two other children and she feared he might go there. Yet she could faintly hear him on the other side of the door, and it was only reason she could sing Anna to sleep again. It was a song she knew well, for it had been what her father and sung to her when she could not sleep. There were times when she had even sung it to Arthur, before they had begun sleeping together. She would come to his chambers--him just a prince then--and make him stop working long enough for him to fall asleep.
Once Anna was sleeping, Guinevère walked to the door and opened it slowly. Pulling it shut behind her, she looked at the not-Arthur. "After you," She gestured, knowing she could not run for help with her children so close. As they walked toward the room, and into her chambers she looked for a sign of a knight or weapon.
That was when her eyes fell on her husband's sword. Walking casually until she was passing by the table, Guinevère reached for the hilt and swing it around until it just missed his neck, "Where is my husband?!"
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 18, 2012 22:38:58 GMT -5
The walk back to his . . . their . . . no, his chambers was quiet. When they went inside, Arthur was distracted, trying to think of the best way to talk about what was going on. Even though he hadn't the slightest clue as to what was going on. He didn't have much time to think on it either because soon enough, he looked just in time to see Guinevère grab hold of his rather impressive sword, and swing at his head. Arthur leaned back just in time to avoid the blade slicing his neck open, and took a few more steps back to create a distance between them. The shock on his face at . . . well, at seeing Guinevère swing a sword at him. He had seen her fight on occasion, but it was not something he often lay witness to. Until now. "Where is my husband?!" Apparently she was looking right at him! But he figured that wasn't the best response to give.
Especially not with that sword in her hand, looking as if she was ready to strike him down in any given moment. "Guinevère," he began to say in a stern, but calm voice . . . for he was trying to calm her down to. "Put the sword down. Let us talk about this, rationally." He didn't know what there was to talk about. And rationally? Was he capable of having a rational conversation with her after everything that happened between them? "I do not know what is going on, but killing me is not going to solve anything." He needed to get back to the real world and . . . well, he didn't know what would happen in his made up world. Is that why he was sent here? To be killed by his wife?! He tried to take a slow step forward, hoping that she would let him come close enough to at least take the sword from her hand.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 18, 2012 22:55:42 GMT -5
"Guinevère," "Don't!" She didn't want to hear him say her name as if he was Arthur! "Put the sword down. Let us talk about this, rationally." "You pretend to be my husband in my own bed chambers and you wish me to be rational?" She countered, "You go near my children and you wish me to unarm myself?" Surely he jested! Surely a foe would know that while she never pushed for war, and she believed is offering open arms to everyone--that she would not, not fight for her family.
"I do not know what is going on, but killing me is not going to solve anything." Ignoring him, and only seeing his step closer she swung the blade again, "Did Morgana send you?" It just missed him but she advanced, swinging it again, "Or is it Odin?" She questioned, "Where is Arthur! What have you done with him!" Her husband! The father of her children! The king!
Her swordsmanship wasn't the best, no where near, yet she had watched Arthur fight for years, and watched him train their elder son for years too. Arthur himself had taught her a few trips, knowing the times where unsettled. Years ago--almost ten now--she had fought to take Camelot back from his half sister. After that, he had helped her, to make sure that should they need to defend their selves again--that she would be able to hold her own. She was no knight, and had not practiced in a year or more, but she knew where to aim for.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 18, 2012 23:03:57 GMT -5
Bloody hell! The woman was going to kill him! He had taken a step toward her in the hopes to calm her, but she only took advantage by swinging at him again. Causing him to quickly move back. And then she swung again! She was going to kill him! Thinking that he needed to defend himself, Arthur looked around, and saw the sword and shield on top of the fireplace. He swiftly pulled it down and took hold of the shield. He didn't want to appear more threatening to her, but he didn't want to actually harm her either. Regardless of how much she had hurt him, he would never lay a hand on her. She was demanding to know where 'Arthur' was, who had sent him . . . and then she swung again, causing Arthur to lift the shield to block her blow. "I don't know what I'm doing here!" He said, trying to get his words in before she took off his head.
They were wasting time, because . . . the longer he was here, the longer he was away from his real life. "I have no memory of this, of any of this . . . of the children, of marriage . . . nothing!" Those were things he was not likely to forget. After all, he remembered that he was practically engaged to Mithian. Which was why he knew he was brought into another world. A parallel universe. "You must believe me Guinevère," he added, a desperation i his voice. He could save the anger and hurt for later. Right now . . . he just needed to convince her not to kill him. She was already quite handy with a sword, and with her holding such an incredible blade . . . well, it could easily make even the poorest swordsman into the greatest.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 18, 2012 23:12:35 GMT -5
"I don't know what I'm doing here!" That made two of them! She wanted answers! She wanted to know who and why and how! She wanted her husband! Her Arthur! She wanted BACK! With that thought, she swung again. The again. "I have no memory of this, of any of this . . . of the children, of marriage . . . nothing!" Memory? Something pulled at her own memory, of what had happened year ago. 11 or more year ago, it would be. 'Who are you?' "You must believe me Guinevère," 'Who are you?'
No! No! They would not try the s failed plan over again! Odin wasn't that stupid. Even he tried new plans. Besides, he knew who she was, and did not seemed shocked at finding her in his chambers. "Prove it." She demanded. "You have one minute to prove you are Arthur Pendragon before I scream and bring the knights." One chance. Then she swung again, only this time she would aim lower.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 18, 2012 23:21:29 GMT -5
Prove it?! How?! He blocked her attacks, continuing to do so . . . not failing to notice her lower aim and made especially sure to block that particular swing. What did she want him to say? He couldn't kiss her and prove it through the sincerity of such an intimate actions. He couldn't do anything intimate with her. He wasn't mentally ready for that, even if his physical circumstance showed differently. How was he supposed to tell her affectionate things? Yet how else was he supposed to prove himself? "What do you want me to say?" He said, taking a few steps away from her, afraid that no matter what he said, she would still call for the guards. "I cannot recall anything from after we were married. I don't even know where that sword you hold came from." And it wasn't often -- never actually -- that Arthur was unfamiliar with his weapons.
"Ask me something from the years before, and I will answer it." Something that only the two of them would know. He couldn't lower his guard though, so kept his shield up, in preparation just in case she decided to swing again while thinking of something to ask him. How could he prove this . . . when he didn't know anything about the fictitious world he was thrust into. A world where he had married the woman he loved, and where they created two beautiful children out of that love. How could he possibly convince her it was him, when his mind would not let him acknowledge this place as reality?
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 18, 2012 23:32:23 GMT -5
"What do you want me to say?" "I want you to tell me where my husband is." The man she loved. The man she'd built a LIFE with. "I cannot recall anything from after we were married. I don't even know where that sword you hold came from." "The sword was from before I married my husband." She gave him that bit of information, taking a few steps back. The sword lowered but she held it tightly in her hands.
"Ask me something from the years before, and I will answer it." No. "I am not the one who needs to prove who they are. You are the imposter. You tell me something. If you are who you claim you are then Arthur would know what to say. Tell me something that only he would know. That only he would tell me." She would wait for his reply before screaming, thought she was taking deeper breaths to be ready for it. "You claim to have no memory, tell me as well what you do remember." She wanted to know what she was in store for. She wanted to know who this man was before her. Not the spoiler prince. He held something else about him.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 18, 2012 23:42:23 GMT -5
She wanted him to tell her something. But what. What could he say. The sword she claimed was obtained before they were married . . . what world was this?! The last memories he had, were not ones that involved her. So nothing good would come of mentioning Mithian. Nor could his heart bare to speak about their engagement. Of how excited he had been, of how he'd thrown a jousting tournament to honor their union . . . because that one night, had ruined the entire experience of their engaged days. He lowered his shield, recklessly though assumed he would be able to defend himself should she strike once more. His mind went deep into thought, trying to think of something to say. Trying to find that balance of describing a moment only they had . . . knowing, that it would kill him all the while.
"I remember . . . " He paused, his gaze falling to the floor. He was using all his strength to remain composed, for she had broken his heart. And despite this world he had entered, it was not yet mended. It would never be healed from the damage her actions had caused. "Telling you that you were equal to any knight of Camelot." A moment when they had been alone . . . when no one else had been present. "And that, I was proud of you." He couldn't look at her. The words were hard enough to get out, for it reminded him of a time where they had been happy. When he had been thinking more and more of making her his wife. Of admiring her courage, loyalty and every other trait that he loved so much about her. Yet that one night . . . proved, that as much as he loved her, she did not love him the same. For no one did that to someone they truly loved. And now, he was doing all that he could to fight back the tears of being forced to talk about such a dark past.
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