Queen Guinevere
Lancelot had always told Gwen that she deserved to be treated like a queen. He didn't necessarily mean it literally. Lancelot's Point of View of Gwen and Arthurs wedding
It's finally here. The day I've been dreading for months. Today is the day when my chances with Gwen go from incredibly unlikely to impossible. I've been surviving off that small amount of doubt, that tiny sliver of hope. Maybe she'll realise that I love her more than Arthur ever could.
I left Camelot to try to find work for her. To try to earn enough for us to get married and raise a family. I should have known she wouldn't wait. Simple enough, I was gone for too long. When she needed me I wasn't there for her. Someone else was. It's not like I expected her to just sit at home and wait for me to come back, was it? I just never thought I'd lose her like this. To the man standing nervously at the front of the room. To Arthur.
There's a part of me that wants to hate Arthur. A vindictive jealousy bubbling away under the surface. It takes a lot of effort to control it. That part of me wants to kill Arthur for taking Guinevere, who was already mine at the time. I know that's stupid. Gwen is a person, not an object. She has her own free will, and that's one of the many things I love about her. You better watch out Arthur, if you try and tell her what to do, her fiery temper might explode. OK... she doesn't really have a fiery temper. In fact she is the single most peaceful and calm person I've ever met, no matter what the situation is.
She walks into the room in that gorgeous silk dress. I can't take my eyes off her. Neither can anyone else. I watched as she gently knelt in front of Arthur. He smiled. I had to restrain myself from trying to punch the smug look off his face. I reminded myself that Arthur has been good to me. He knew how I felt for Gwen, but still took a risk on making me a knight even though my blood is not noble.
"By the sacred laws vested in me, I crown you Guinivere, Queen of Camelot."
I have to force my eyes away from them as they kiss. That hurt a lot more than it should. I was definitely going to have to get used to that now they were married. Arthur took her hand and they turned to us.
"Long live the Queen" Arthur shouted.
I looked into her eyes, and saw hers lock onto my face. She gave me a small apologetic smile. It said to me "I'm sorry you had to see this." But I wasn't. She looked beautiful, happy and radiant as the sun. Surely this was what love was about. If Gwen was happy, then so was I. And as long as Arthur made her that happy, like I used to, then I would be OK.
"Long live the Queen" we all chanted. I gave her a genuine smile, and her face lit up that I didn't seem too upset. I'd known this was coming ever since I had returned to Camelot. I'd had time to mourn my loss by now. Now I just need to make sure she's happy. I know she still loves me, just no longer in that way, and that's something I have to deal with.
Because Guinevere belongs with Arthur.