My Dearest Guinevere,
It seems so sad that I cannot tell you this in person, believe me, I am sorry, but I fear for the damage it would cause.
You are beautiful, so beautiful, just like your smile. I want you to know that I will always fight to the ends of the Earth for you, to see you smile, to know that you are happy and well.
Every time you look at me, I glow inside, and in that moment, i forget that it's all over. I feel the need to call your name, to hear your voice. But I know that I can't, at least not like that, not again, no matter how much I want to.
It's like a stabbing pain in my heart, seeing you look straight at me, knowing that I cannot hold you again.
But do not be sorrowful Guinevere, you deserve to be happy. Prince Arthur is a fine man, soon to become king and I know that you will be happy together. If you are happy, then I can go on, knowing that you are well looked after. You have changed me and I am a better man for it, remember that always. Maybe one day we will meet again, when I am a faithful Knight and servant of Camelot. I will gladly rejoice in your reign with Arthur.
Forever Loyal,
Sir Lancelot
Guinevere did not take her eyes off of parchment as she rolled the letter back up. She had received it a week after Lancelot had helped Arthur and Merlin rescue her from Hengist's clutches just over two years before but she had never found the words to reply to him, and even since he had become a Knight of Camelot, he had never once mentioned the letter, it was almost an unspoken agreement between them.
As she placed the letter back in the box of special items which she kept under her bed, she knew there was only one person she could trust to keep her Arthur save as he travelled to the Isle of the Blessed. Guinevere knew that she could trust Lancelot, and though it pained her to use his feelings for her to her advantage, there was nothing she wanted more than for Arthur to return to her safely. Arthur was all she could think about, Arthur was who she lived for, and she needed him to come home.
Placing the box her Father had made her back under the bed, Guinevere stood still for a moment, collecting her thoughts. She had to talk to him now, before the Knights left. Walking out of her house, she found Lancelot saddling his horse in the main courtyard.
Lancelot smiled when he saw her walking towards him, and left his horse to go and meet her.
"Gwen," He said with a soft smile.
"Will you grant me a favour?" She asked him.
"Anything." Lancelot's smile wavered slightly and Guinevere thought that he probably guessed her concern for Arthur.
Before she answered, Guinevere looked over at Arthur, "Look after him, bring him home." There was a longing in her voice that she couldn't conceal, even if she had tried to, a longing for Arthur to not be in danger.
"I will protect him with my life." Lancelot swore, "You have my promise."
"Thank-you." Was all Guinevere could manage to say, and she walked away before Lancelot could say anything else, though she was fully aware that he watched her as she walked towards the castle.