My Husband's Best Friend

[Guinevère]

Guinevère walked down the hall and paused to speak to one of her friends, Sefa. "Are you alright?" Things had been off of late with everyone having slept under a spell. She heard his voice coming from around the corner, and excused herself. Sefa went on, and Guinevère waited. She didn't like how her heart speed up a little bit at his voice. She hated herself for it. She hated how her blood moved a little stronger in her body.

Because he was her husband's friend. Lancelot, was a knight. Sort of. She'd met him when she helped him pose as a noble, and become a knight. She loved him! So she'd thought. She did, still! It was hard to explain. For shortly before her wedding, Arthur Pendragon posed as a citizen and stayed in her home--and while she loved her husband, she'd come to realize there were levels of love. And she hated herself for knowing the difference.

When he turned to corner, alone!, she felt her heart jump! "Sire," she greeted, always using that formality to hide the fact that her heart was in her eyes when she looked at him. "I wanted . . . I wanted to thank you." When the kingdom had fallen asleep, she had been in the middle of the room. When she awoken it had been in a bed, comfortable. She knew who moved her. Without asking, she knew. She didn't even question how she knew.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

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While there was a relief that the kingdom was safe, that people had awoken . . . that no one had died, Arthur could not help but feel the weight of one who was not among them. Morgana. Morgause had taken her and Arthur had yet again, failed in protecting her. His father was already at an outrage, and Arthur knew there would be no rest until she was found and brought safely home. Yet right now, he was attempting to deal with yet another situation which was the dragon's release. Someone had sworn they saw the great dragon fly high into the sky and when they had checked the caves down below, sure enough . . . the chains had been broken. Arthur knew it was too optimistic to hope that the dragon would leave and they'd never see him again. For the time being however, it was quiet. Too quiet. Like a calm before a storm.

A feeling experienced when he and Merlin had returned to the city to find everyone asleep. He had been speaking to a few of the knights to make preparations for a potential attack, while also trying to organize a first search party for Morgana. And yet, in his mind, there were certain people he wished to check on. He had already checked on his father. And the other was -- "Guinevère," he said with a bit of surprise as he rounded the corner, and there she was! He felt his heart skip a beat and . . . it only reminded him of how, dishonourable he was. For he had fallen in love with the wife of a dear friend. He hated himself for it, and yet, he could not stop himself. He only knew he could not act upon it.

Not more than he already had, for he had kissed her and . . . seeing her brought him both joy and pain. He quickly brought himself back to the present when she thanked, confused for a brief moment as to what she was thanking him for. Then, he realized. "No thanks is needed," he assured her in a low voice. He looked over her, each beat of his heart aching as it filled with longing. For seeing her awake, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and feel the warmth of her embrace. To feel the comfort and strength she seemed to always provide him. Yet, he couldn't. For she was not his. "Are you alright?" He asked, hoping there were no lasting effects of the spell upon her.