DEVISTATION.
He had just walked in on the love of his life, and his best friend.
The women who inspired him, and the man he saw as his equal.
The King of Camelot for once didn't have a solution to his problems. He loved them both.
LOVE.
What does love mean anymore?
I still love them. I would lay down my life for him. Anything she could possibly ask of me is hers.
Gwenivere. Her beauty alone could cause wars. Her kindness alone could stop them. How he loved her, everytime was like their first. Magical, Beautiful, Passionate. He saw the pain, the tears were welling up around the corners of her beautiful eyes.
Her eyes, you could see the world in her beautiful eyes.
And Lance, the best friend he could have ever asked for. He knew Lance would do anything for him.
So then, why did this happen?
He knew, of course, how this happened. They loved each other, just as much as he loved them. Sometimes, he thought, there might be too much love in the world. Sometimes, love can hinder more than it helps.
Now the king had a choice. He must choose between the one's he loves, and the kingdom he rules.
It was Mordrid that had caught them first. He had wanted desperately to bring an end to the kingdom, an end to goodness.
How could I have been so stupid? I allowed Mordrid to trick me into finding them.
Mordrid has won. Goodness has failed.
If I defend Gwenivere, I lose my kingdom, and the people who had been so loyal to me would be subject to Mordrid's rule.
But if I don't My love and my best friend will be burned at the stake for adultry.
The line between good and evil wasn't so solid anymore...