Umar's note : In celebrating the release of Guinevere to the original server have some #Baroquecest. This fic contains incest not explicit but it was the main theme, so there you go. Don't say you have not been warned. In my head canon Guinevere and Lancelot are meant to be even King Arthur said so. Credit to Pablo Neruda for the poem used at the Epilogue.
PROLOGUE
If you ever found yourself traveling up north to the land under the rule of the Baroque family you will find yourself in a serene countryside with picturesque town and rolling landscapes. The villager live in prosperity and they had nothing but praise for their land owner, but late night in the tavern when people's tongue loosen from indulgence of an ale or three after a long day at their farm people would gossip among them.
"I went to the Baroque mansion for a monthly report with our lord and saw Lady Baroque in the garden on my way. lo' I almost forgot to breathe!" The village chief was the tavern daily patron. A widower. Without a wife and family to come home to he could often be found hanging on the tavern's bar into the late hour.
"Lord Lancelot's sister?" Thomas was nursing a bottle of ale after a long day work alone before the village chief came and started gossiping.
"Aye, the one and only. How could there be any other Lady Baroque since the Marchioness passed? Anyway I saw lady Baroque the other day and I can't believe such beauty exist! I mean she's always been a pretty kid but now she has grown into such a fine lass! What would I give to have her as my wife!"
"Hush! Mind your tongue lest the lord hear ye! He'll have your head off your neck so quick you wouldn't notice it." Thomas and the villagers know that their chief is a good man, he just tend to let his mouth run loose when inebriated.
"Let a guy dream! It's not like the lord would hang around the tavern like us lowly farmers. He got his own cellar! He could drink to his heart content without leaving the luxury of his mansion and he need not spare even a single coin!"
"The lord is not be here but his guards is around ye bumbling drunk! Practically everyone knows he's very protective of his sister."
"Protective is putting it mildly! Our lord and his sister, they're awfully close for siblings aren't they? Too close I say! Both of them are at marriageable age but they stay unattached. Late night when all the servant retired who knows what they're up to! Were I in Lord Lancelot's shoes. Sister or not I know I won't be able to hold myself back, alone in the company of such beauty."
"One of these days your dirty mind and loose tongue might cost ye yer head." Thomas warned him.