I only stayed for maybe one day, but they all understood. They all knew it was the only way I could hope.
The lake remained as always. And I came to hate every part of it. Yet my mind kept whispering, it held the ones I loved. Somehow it was more bearable that way. So I imagined Lancelot and Freya coming out to sit beside me while Arthur walked out, the water dripping from his armor, from his hair.
But I waited and waited. No one ever came out. The Great Dragon shook his head at me. Gaius raised his brows. But I kept my loyalty. And there was no way I would leave. Not without my friend coming with me.
It hurt to stay. Even the slightest movement captivated me. But the longer I kept by the shore. The more I doubted, feared his blue eyes would never come to meet mine.