A/N: It's Monday, the beginning of another week of school! (Or work or whatever, in my case, it's school). Today's drabble is about Lancelot and Guinevere. Honestly, I don't really ship any of the major characters in Merlin, but I think I do like Lancelot and Guinevere better than Arthur and Gwen because Lancelot was just so sweet with Gwen. Anyway, this is my interpretations of Lancelot's feelings once he left Camelot. Enjoy, and please review, favorite, and follow!
When he first laid eyes on her, he was entranced and unable to look away. Now, just a day or so after, he could not stop thinking about her. Her warm, loving eyes, the way her soft, brown hair curled. The way she smiled at him, the bright yellow dress she was wearing. How she cheered at the joust when he fought Arthur. He felt a spark, and he knew she did, too. And as he walked away from Camelot, he wished it could have been; although it could never be, he could not stop thinking about her: Lancelot's Guinevere.