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Damnt he man. She didn't like his loyalty. She hated it, and she knew she'd hate him given any time with him. Yet she had no intention of making this easy for him. "So you intend to watch me?" She asked, taking a slow step toward him with each word she spoke, "As I sleep?" She would not allow him in the room while she slept--it was awful enough that Helios took his pleasure, she would not let him do it. Though it would displease her husband to be cuckolded. That alone made her words take a turn she'd not expected. "When I bathe?"

Even though she'd just stepped out of her bath, she moved toward him and it, as if she would be climbing in once again. "While I seek comfort alone in bed?" She asked, stepping around him int he last moment to take a slow circle around him. She missed the days when this would have made her blush. Now she felt so far from the girl she'd been she doubted anything could make her feel good. She doubted anyone's touch would make her feel safe. "While I tend to the aches that grow in me?" She asked to his back as she came back around him to stand before him.

She knew that if Helios even thought another touched her he would make such an example out of that man. He'd most likely kill her if he thought she allowed it. Maybe she was playing with fire, but it was all she had left. Her father was dead. She was a prisoner of a man she hated and he enjoyed his nights with her. Slowly killing her each night he joined her. "What would your master say?!" She pretended to be surprised.

Yes, she missed the girl she once was. These bitterness, and these words should never had belonged in her mouth.

She wanted the trow the cup at his head! More for the sake of Helios then the man. She knew that most likely he had once been someone like her, but for him to move up the ranks of her husband's army then it meant he was good at what Helios had all his men doing--killing. Ruthlessness. She turned her head to finally look at him and she paused for only a second. He was handsome. More so then the others who came to watch over and make sure she did not escape.

So her husband was gone and he'd picked this one to make sure she stayed 'safe' in her tower that she wasn't allowed to leave. Turning to face him fully, she leaned on the table and took a sip of her wine. "So he though so little of you that he would give you the job of babysitting his wife?" She asked, testing the waters for the man's loyalty. She was always on the look out for someone who could be turned, and used--someone weak perhaps that she could escape from under.

Sadly no such men were ever given the job of watching her, but she always tried.

Guinevère was born the daughter of a small town blacksmith and a maid in a knight's house hold. When her mother died they moved to another small town where her father would be the only blacksmith, thus giving them more income. Fate continued to show favor to others when her brother left town to seek adventure and was never heard from again. Later, her father would be killed when he was accused of magic that he did not use. And, as if the young Guinevère did not have enough of reason to loose her once outwardly happy persona; war came. Not in the form of great battles, but in the form of a war lord named Helios.

He raided towns and killed the weak, forcing the strong to serve him. Guinevère was spared for her beauty, and eventually Helios--who was charmed by the willingness she pretended to save her life--married her. Though, Guinevère also knew it might have had something to do with the baby she would have given him. He wanted a son. She wanted out of this life. In an escape attempt she was caught in a raid once again and she lost the baby before it could be born.

It's been three years since that night, and still Guinevère takes measures to assure that she will not give him any child. Herbs that will make sure no seed of his will give him that power over her once again. Bitter, but silent in her hate, she is trapped in this life. Wishing him dead. Helios keeps guard on her now. Both to make sure she is safe now that he is aiding Morgana in war, and to make sure she does not disappear. Helios, having grown fond of his wife and the idea of a child, waits for the day she gives him one. Guinevère, having grown to hate him, waits for the day he rots.

Guinevère laughed softly at his teasing, calling himself lucky to be able to please her. "Should it not be how lucky I am, to be the wife of such a man who would work to please his wife just show?" Her fingers continued their moment over his skin, and then began to trail lower as he asked how he pleased her. Besides just being himself in their bed? She knew of the millions of little things that he did so effortlessly that it built into this all consuming passion--yet how to describe that?

Her fingers stopped just under his belly button, spreading out to rest above where his belly narrowed and lead to his cock in a teasing manner. Her face tilted up to be able to kiss his jaw line. "I think my husband is looking for a complement, and that is my answer--I love how confidently he moves. How stronger his touch it, and yet how I never feared it's strength."

:The man who slays dragons, and wins jousts--gentle to me." She loved the contrast. "And how happy I feel just laying here with you . . . or touching you." She added on, her fingers moving just slightly down while still not taking him into her hand.

She loved it when he held her hand, and just let their hands rest together. It was such a casual thing to do, and she longed for such things. Guinevère smiled at him, taking this time to memorize his face since he could not tease her for staring so at him. She'd always believed him to be handsome, but it was more then his looks now. It was HIM. His heart, and his bravery, and his kindness. They all made her think more more handsome then before. More everything then before.

When he declined her offer to stay in bed, Guinevère paused. He showed no signs of fear or worry--but she knew him well. Arthur rarely denied her anything she asked for. She wondered if he didn't wish to move around the room. Had this been for more then a few days she would have pushed. Yet right now, she did not. "You wish me to lie in bed with you?" She asked, her voice teasing but pleased. "And what shall we do there?" Slowly leaning forward she knew he'd feel the bed shifting as she moved in to brush her lips softly over his before kissing his cheek.

Guinevère, or Gwen to most, moved around the room and tidied a few things. The room was mostly clean, but she tried to put a pot of flowers here, or there. She tried to bring some cheer to the room. Looking at the man sitting in the chair, she paused while lost in though. His back was too her, so she wasn't worried he'd notice--not that he noticed much these days. Uther Pendragon was nothing like the titian he was before. Once she had barely seen him as a man. He was a title, a king. He was untouchable, and for good or not he was her king.

Uther had been fair to her in her youth, but after her father was killed she'd never felt the same for him. She respected the crown, and was loyal to it, but it had been a troubled feeling. Her love for the other Pendragon, was what had softened it. Until he had banished her for loving Arthur. She knew Arthur loved his father, but she did not.

Now, she felt sorry for him. Morgana had broken him, and Uther didn't seem to recover. Even weeks later. Walking around to stand before him she spoke up, "Are you hungry, my lord? Can I fetch you some lunch?"

"Yes, they came together," she agreed that it was the people and not the plan, "Because they believe in you." She told him, knowing that it was true. Gwaine didn't fight for a kingdom, or a king. He fought for his friend. Merlin fought because he believed in Arthur as a friend and king. Percival didn't know him, but he'd believed in the Prince. Believed in the good Arthur would do. Her brother believed in Arthur as a friend, and knew that one day he would support Arthur as a brother as well. Arthur had fought for Lancelot's right to be a knight long ago, and had Lancelot's loyalty since then. "They came together because of you. They stay for you." Yes, some of them wanted to be knights, but not all of them. They were here for him.

She'd loved seeing her brother as a knight! Watching him ride up to her in the red cape at been one of the most amazing things she'd ever seen. Speaking of amazing things, "You wish you saw it," she teased. Yet she also felt the need to say, "He stayed loyal to your father and you even knowing it would cost him his life." She respected Sir Leon, and after seeing his strength she did so even more. Leon was one of the knights who went to fight the dragon with Arthur, and they had thought died.

Guinevère inhaled deeply trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to the side trying to get her bearings but then he pulled from her, making her gasp softly as she turned to look at her husband again. He was so handsome in this moment, with his disheveled appearance, and that expression on his face. She'd never quite seen it before, and she smiled meaning to laugh slightly at the giddiness of the moment, but they turned into a few tears. She'd never been this happy or close to him and it was beautiful! "I love you," she returned his words and kissed over his face. "I'm so glad it was you," that they waited, and he had taken his for the first time.

His hand touched her hip, and she followed suit, waiting to touch him everywhere as well. Her breathing was slowly slowing, and she could feel her skin tingle everywhere still. Lifting her hand she wiped her cheeks as the tears still fell, but her smile was back on her lips. "Today, and especially tonight, is the greatest day of my life." She told him, wanting him to believe it. Wanting him to know it. That she wanted to be with no one else, and no where else but in this moment with him for the rest of her life.

Though, there was one thing that needed to be said, and she felt the moment was fitting to say it. "I finally understand why you pulled away from me," she told him, teasing him, "that night in the inn."

"No.." He spoke in a calming tone. Lancelot always had that easy cadence in his voice. It was strong and soothing, yet this time she didn't want his comfort. She'd done nothing to earn it from anyone. She'd betrayed and hurt both men of honor. Lancelot had wanted to be a knight for years, and when he'd finally done it she'd caused him to forget his honor. He reached for her, and she almost moved back but he took the forgotten dagger from her. Her hands loosened and let him. She had no need of it around Lancelot. Weaponless, she wasn't afraid of harm coming to her. Only to her heart.


Once he's taken the dagger from her, she wasn't sure what to do with her hands. She felt the need to make them do SOMETHING. Folding them together she held them. "It really isn't. I knew how much you loved Arthur and how we couldn't be together. I don't know what came over me." Nor did she. Odd how they both couldn't explain what had happened that night. Those days. It hadn't just been one night where she lost her head in the moment. It had been over a day.

His words made her think again of his honor. Even now he wore it. He would always put her first, and take the blame. She'd done this too him. He never would have acted if she'd not done it first. "Then we share the fault, though not equally." She told him not wanting to argue, but nor should he take the blame. "I asked you to take care of Arthur," and she hadn't asked a knight to look after a king--she'd asked Lancelot to look after Arthur. One was expected of duty, and what she'd asked of him was hurtful. She never should have asked that of him. "And you died, and I knew why you'd done it. You did it because I asked you too. Then you came . . . and I was glad you weren't dead. I should have been stronger."

She also had not missed how he said 'you loved Arthur'. Past tense. But her it wasn't. Arthur might not want to see her, but to Guinevère he was still the man she loved more then herself. Which made her feel guilty for standing here with Lancelot when being with Lancelot was what had caused Arthur to send her away in the first place.