Hi everyone !
This is some lines that I wrote at time lunch today... I've been inspired. Sorry for the mistakes, I'm french.
Enjoy :)
Mordred.
We were kids when we met. You were already handsome at this time. Now, you're a perfect man without defaults. My man.
My man with his lips that I dreamed about, his lips that I wanted to kiss. With his hairs that I wanted to touch... But no, unfortunately you're not my man.
I don't know what I am for you. It seems that I'm just me, the Princess of Camelot, the little sister of Arthur, the poor little Alwen who loves a man who never see her. The poor Alwen who's overprotected by his entourage. Like if I'm a fragile thing. But I'm not fragile. I'm a powerful priestess for God's sake ! I can fight.
But not you, not my Mordred. I can do nothing against you. I'm just angry about what I feel about you. Love is a weakness, my weakness.
You don't know how much I love you.
When I see your beautiful blue eyes, my heart stop. When you look at me, I blush. When I hear your voice, it's like I'm in paradise. When I hear your name, I have chills.
The only thing that I want to know is if you love me. Are you in love with me Mordred ? You'll not be able to answer to this question, now. When you killed my brother, who killed you in the same time, I'm died this day.
I'm just dead with you. And him.
It's been more than 1500 years that we're dead. I mean, I'm alive yes, but inside, I'm empty. And I wait the return of my brother, because I don't have the courage to stop this torture. This torture who's my life.
I hope someday you will read that. I hope you will come back.
Alwen.