Guinevere quickly ran out of breath and leaned up against a tree. She wasn't even out of the forest yet, but the trees were getting thinner and smaller. Soon, she would be approaching the silver apple trees and nearing the pool that was off the main path. She walked slowly until she found the small unicorn path behind the apple orchard. There were voices around the corner of the large rune stone up ahead and Guinevere quickly hid behind the brambles.
"They shouldn't be far from here. This path leads to the gate," Argost said as he walked down the path. He looked up to admire the silver trees and the silver fruit and pointed at one out of his reach. Munya plucked it and gave it to his master.
Argost cleaned the apple on his cape, "No wonder my dearest Guinevere loves this place so much. It reminds me of her," He said before he bit into the apple, "This is the best apple I've ever tasted!" he said as the silver juice oozed from the apple and onto his hand. The inside of the apple was pure white like Guinevere's hair.
Argost finished the apple as he walked along. Guinevere's heart pounded as he neared the bush she was hiding behind. She knew Munya would find her. He's so silent and creepy.
"If only I knew about this place long ago," Argost trailed off as he stopped by the bush Guinevere was hiding behind, "If I marry her, I will possess this realm. It will be our winter retreat when I awaken Kur and take over the world."
Suddenly, Guinevere leaped from the bush at Argost and they both landed on the ground. Munya made a move to grab Guinevere but Argost stopped him with a wave of his hand as he looked up at the white maiden that sat on his chest.
"It's all about what you possess, isn't it?" she whispered with an angry face.
"My dear, what has possessed you to attack me like this? That is not the manner of a lady," he said mockingly with a smile. Guinevere grabbed his collar, intending to choke him but she knew she couldn't do it.
"I could've asked Arthur to send his knights after you long ago," Guinevere said loudly.
"I put an end to Arthur and his Knights too," Argost smirked. Guinevere stared at him, frustrated. "Yes, I told Mordred that your sister was all alone in Camelot and the throne was free for the taking."
"My sister!" Guinevere gasped, "He didn't hurt her, did he?"
"No, no. The situation was much like ours my dear. Mordred wanted Camelot for himself, in order to do that, he had to marry the Lady Guinevere."
Guinevere's hands shook and she let go of Argost's collar, "It's all about what one possesses. It has always been that way. Arthur was the only one who did not go power hungry," she said to herself.
"Gradually, possession turns into love, my dear. It's not all about power and it's not all about love," he tried to sit up on his elbows from under her.
"I'll never marry you! I love Doyle!" she shook her head before jumping off of him and running past Munya. He tried to grab her but she was too quick.
Argost sat up in the grass. "Leave her be, Munya. I'll have her at my feet soon enough," he told his servant as he helped Argost up.