Hadrian's wall. Not the most ideal place to be, but for the moment it was what Guinevere called home. Seated at the freshly polished round table she would often talk to the knights when they visited, but today she did not. Instead she was talking to a young woman, it was nice to have some more female company since Vanora wasn't around all that much.
A porcelain skinned hand propped her head up as the two conversed.
"I hear you were close to Lancelot, he was a good man." Began Guinevere
"He had his moments, but I suppose one could call him good in the long run."
Guinevere smiled, she knew exactly what she meant, he had had his moments.
"Arthur and I thought he was alone, he never spoke of a companion...."
"I wasn't his companion, I was more of a thorn in his side, or his conscience, I think that's what he called me once. He was fairly reckless." She paused looking back to Guinevere
"I know that he would have wished to look upon his lover one more time had he been given the chance"
The blonde laughed, shoulder length hair moving as she did.
"He wasn't my lover lady, he was my brother. Though we did argue like an old married couple at times"
"Oh" Guinevere blushed, before laughing herself. This woman was Lancelot's sister all over. Same manner, same sense of humour.
"He called me Artemis the day he left, he said if he didn't come back I should take up arms. I didn't wait. I took up arms soon after he left, I wielded a bow, a sword, and failed miserably when it came to using an axe. I never was physically strong, strong willed yes, but able to pick up an axe and use it?...." She trailed off prismatic hues moving back to Guinevere.
"I can wield a bow though I'm not that competent with a sword. As a woad we use what we can find, improvise! Stones tend to be quite good."
"You were a woad?"
"I am a woad, just as you are a Sarmatian. We both learnt long ago that women need to fight. We can't change that fact, we simply acknowledge it."
"Wise words Guinevere, perhaps you should tell those, South of the wall."
"I will, but first I believe I deserve to know your name."
"Helena is the name given to me by my mother, though I do seem to survive better under the alias of Artemis."
"To me you shall be Helena, to them you shall be Artemis."
Both paused smiling at each other, before Guinevere turned to see Arthur standing in the doorway.
"Telling me there are guests in my home would be most helpful Guinevere"
Guinevere laughed before standing and walking over to her husband, that evening would certainly be interesting.