I wrote this in Saturday Detention, which is not unlike a nazi camp. So super strict but I got to write this so...Okay this is my first drabble and my first fanfic in the merlin universe, so be gentle, please.
Gwen's back was pressed up against the back wall of the stables. Lancelot's hand rested on her waist and his other under her chin. He leaned in to kiss her. The kiss that would finally unite them but tear the kingdom, Camelot, the one thing they both truly believed in, they would be breaking that apart. So at the last moment Gwen turns her head unable to take the risk. She muttered but one word.
"Arthur"
And they both knew where their loyalties lay. Unfortunately, Arthur did not, so when he witnessed their loving embrace, he saw only betrayal.