Chapter 6-
I don't know if anyone is even reading this, but I do like the story so I'll continue it at least for my amusement. One question though, is this consider a crossover story with the Camelot story. If anyone knows let me know so I can adjust it or leave it.
"Why did you not tell me," Arthur says pacing around the small room where his mentor usually spends most of his time. "You'd think someone would have mention that she was not right of her mind. Or that she was after what I have."
"I am sorry your highness," Merlin says bowing to the young king. "I had no idea myself of what she was up too. She is a strong sorceress, and whatever she wants to hide she can. She was one of my apprentice after all, and learn many things from me but not the important stuff."
King Arthur of Camelot takes a heavy seat before leaning down and placing his head in his hands. At this moment he wishes to be back with his aunt in the village he grew up in. He wonders how his best friends are doing. Last he heard they have both left.
"You miss them dearly," Merlin says placing a comforting hand on the kings shoulder.
"Life was so much easier back then," Arthur says looking out in the distance. "I just wish I knew what has become of them, unfortunately they are far from my jurisdiction."
The older man nods sadly.
"I wish I can help you," Merlin says.
"There is nothing that can be done anymore," the king says standing to his full and powerful height before walking away he speaks once more. "What is done it is done. We shall only pray that it will be of no matter in our futures."
…..
Guinevere stands there as steadily as possible as the remains of her husband is burry in his family's plot.
She never loved him, not really, but he was good to her. She cared very deeply for him because of that. They married six months ago. He was a handsome widower with a son who older than herself and with his own fortune and family.
He said it was love at first sightwhen he first laid eyes on the then eighteen year old woman, her husband had stated before.
Her parents has also died not so long ago. Shortly after her marriage. Unfortunately for her she was able to see it but do nothing about it. At the end she saw the whole gruesome thing as her parents were murdered on their way home from visiting her and her husband.
Her husband held her as it happened, not questioning her. Not calling her a freak. He was there to support in her time of need.
He truly did love her.
But that was just a few months ago, though it feels like a lifetime to the now beautiful widow. She sits next to her stepson as her husband's last wishes is told to the living family.
Almost everything is left to her. Since her stepson has his own wealth neither him or his wife protest to the dead man's wishes. Not even when she, Guinevere is left to the older couple's care do they disagree.
"How are you holding up," Elizabeth, her stepson Charles' wife asks her.
"It just… I don't know yet," Guinevere says looking into the eyes of her daughter-in-law. "I just feel like I've lost everything. My parents now my loving husband."
"You poor, poor dear," Elizabeth says rubbing her back gently. Elizabeth and Charles has become protective of the younger woman. They love her as a younger sister, which is kind of weird since she is their children's grandma. "Don't worry honey. Charles, the children, and I will move into the guest house and make sure you are taken care of just like Jonathon wanted it to be."
"No," Guinevere says wiping away the tears she has shed without her knowledge. "You guys shouldn't bother with me that way. I don't want to cause you and your family some trouble."
"Nonsense," Charles says coming over to the women. "You are part of this family Guinevere. And besides, we were already consider moving here once we got a whiff of father's illness."
"How are you holding up, Charles," Guinevere asks her solemn looking stepson.
"I've known of father's illness for a long while now. Longer than his known you, actually. I guess its just weird that though I expected it, it still came as a surprise," he says looking away. "I loved father dearly. He is the only family, blood family that is, I had left. Well that is if we are excluding my children. Now, I am the oldest leaving member of this family, and it sure makes me feel old," that comment brings slight smiles on the women. "Thankfully we've gain a sister in these last few months. You've made father happy in his last day, Guinevere, and we are so glad that you came into his life softening his impending demise."
"Thank you," Guinevere says holding onto the couple tightly.
….
Not so far away a worn out traveler stops at an inn to rest. Once more he had to do some illegal fights and competitions to earn a measly allowance to get proper housing and food.
"These people don't care if you die as long as you entertain them," Lancelot says as he loosens his long golden locks and starts to clean up. "What a terrible life I have seen. If only…"
He sighs before going back to his business.
It feels short but I think it is a good place to stop. Till next time, please enjoy.
