Prologue

The drums. The cheers. A rough hand. Blackness. The creak of the cell door. Cruel laughter. Sobs. Still I held my head high.

'Come on. Your highness.' The guards voice was dripping with bitterness as he led me outside. I was yanked up some stairs onto an awaiting platform. The hood was torn from my head as I was tied to the wooden stake.

(The drums.)

I looked out over the crowd that stood before me, cheering and throwing things at me. People were shouting profanities and I felt close to tears, my gown was stained with rotten fruit and my blonde hair had fallen from its chignon, but still I held my head high.

(The drums.)

I looked at the sky. For the last time, I realised and once again held back my tears. I needed to be strong. I will be strong. The sky was dark, even though it was early afternoon, dark rainclouds hovered and a storm threatened to come.

(The drums.)

What a day to die.

Silence.

I looked ahead at my husband, sitting on his throne, an undersized crown perched atop his head. He stared into my eyes scowling. Then a voice.

'Attention all.'

I snapped my head to the side to see a tall man looking upon a parchment held at arms length before him, next to him was the guard who brought me out here and another man, who was pulling a dark hood over his head and attempting to light a large torch. My executioner.

'The woman you see before you is Queen Guinevere Pendragon of Camelot.'

My name is Brittany Pierce. I hate that name.

'She has been charged with high treason against our King. King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot.'

Falling in love is not treason.

'Do you deny these charges?' He asked me. Everyone looks so mad.

'Aye. I do not believe that falling in love is a crime. What I did does not constitute murder, but I do not regret it for one moment.' I replied bitterly turning again to Artie, still sitting there scowling at me.

'For this crime you have been sentenced to death, by burning at the stake.'

It's not a crime.

The drums.

We are in love.

The drums.

I gladly welcome death. Life is not worth living if they are not beside me.

The executioner stepped forward having succesfully lighted the torch. I felt something wet upon my cheek, but it was not a tear. It had started raining. Only lightly but I knew it would make my death more excruciatingly painful.

You see when one burns at the stake, they hope for little moisture in the air, so that they can actually burn to death. The heat becomes bearable as you slowly burn, but it is the smoke that hurts the most. When the lit wood is damp it oxygenises the flames causing more smoke. This chokes you and makes the death even more painful than just burning.

And now it was raining, sure enough the flames rose, and so did the smoke. It filled my lungs and I felt as though the fire wasn't beneath me but inside, it hurts terribly and I could not stop coughing and spluttering as the flames grew.

Then I heard it. Over the drums. Over the crackle of flames. Over the cheers. Over my incessant coughing. I heard it. No. I heard Her.

'BRITTANY!' Her voice called.

I fought the waves of dizziness that washed over me, I needed to see her. She came back for me, I was so happy. I could hear her drawing closer, saying my name. I could hear the sounds of battle, as metal clashed with metal. I heard screams as people ran for cover. But most of all I could hear her.

It was growing dark, and I couldn't fight it anymore.

I saw a flash of dark curls and I heard her say my name as everything went black.

(The drums.)

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A/N Hello, so this was an idea I had for a fic, it's my first historical fic so I chose my favourite era, Athurian. It's only short but it is just a prologue, besides you combine my favourite show couple and my favourite period in history and I'm laughing! :D This is based on the non-welsh romance between Lancelot and Guinevere as I love that story, there are different ones but I think that this is the simplest and most fun to write. Also I would like to give someone the chance to name this fic as I myself haven't had any decent ideas for the name, it would be greatly appreciated? Much love and please review so I know whether or not to continue with this story.

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