I hurried down the deserted corridor as quietly as I could. It was getting late, and the last thing I needed right now was to get caught by Arthur just after leaving Guinevere. If he were to find out about us, I don't know what would happen. Glancing to the left and right, it all seemed clear. Just as I though I was safe, Arthur walked out of a little room I had forgotten even existed. "Arthur!" I gasped. "Good- good to see you."
"Lancelot," Arthur replied, nodding in greeting. "What are you doing here?"
Nervously, I looked around. "Nothing, really. Just taking a stroll." Inside, I was praying that he wouldn't suspect anything. The Queen's room was pretty much the only thing around here, and, obviously, he knew that.
"I see," Arthur said. It was clear by his tone that he knew that there was something more, but he didn't add anything. Neither of us said anything. We didn't look at each other. When I finally glanced over at him, I saw that his eyes were still fixed awkwardly over my shoulder.
How much longer would we just stand here? I tried to think of something to say, something that wouldn't make this situation even more uncomfortable. Of course he knew what I was doing here! There was literally no other explanation.
How was I going to get out of here? Obviously Arthur knew what was going on, and even if he wasn't going to say anything now, what about some other time? How was I ever going to be able to talk to him again? The tension in the air was unbelievably thick. I needed to get out of here. I needed time to think. To figure out what I was going to do, know that I knew for sure Arthur knew what was happening. Before tonight, I was pretty sure he knew what was going on between the two of us, but he never mentioned it, never brought it. "Well," I muttered, then paused. Several more uncomfortable minutes passed before I spoke again. "I guess I should probably go. It's getting late."
Arthur slowly nodded in agreement. "Good night," he said.
"Good night," I answered. Slowly I walked towards my own room, away from Guinevere's room, and, more importantly, away from Arthur. I heard Arthur's footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw him heading down a side corridor towards his own quarters. The only thing I can do is to pray that Arthur never brings this up again. I don't know what I would do if he were to confront me about it. I know that I'm definitely going to have to be more careful in the future.
A/N:
So I'm new to writing fan fiction, but in my Lit class we had to do a creative writing assignment where we wrote a 'missing scene' from one of the books we read. I chose Le Morte D'Arthur, with the prompt: "write a scene where Arthur and Lancelot both pretend there is no affair." Of course, I got the assignment and my fanfiction obsessed brain went "this is fan fiction. You should make an account and start actually writing and publishing your ideas, instead of just thinking about them." So I did.