My dearest Guinevere,

I hardly know what to say. I can only imagine how you will feel when you hear of my death, and it gives me no pleasure when I think of the pain it will cause you. I have no one to blame but myself. If I could have spared you this pain, I gladly would have. Yet, it is not in my power to do so.

I have never believed in ghosts, but now I wish they were real. For I long to come back and give you comfort. You will need it more then ever.

Guinevere, how I love you! I know I have not always, but I love you now more than anything else in the whole world. For you are my world. You are everything that I care about. I would gladly give my life for you an infinite number to times to save you. It is you who have made me the man I am today.

I guess I have always been a bit of a prat, as Merlin would say. I know I am not perfect and that I do have my own faults, but my love for you is not one of them. I have loved none but you, and will never love another. Even if my father had wished it, I could not have married another. For a husband most love his wife with all his heart, and my heart belongs entirely to you.

If I have never declared my feeling for you to the world, it is not because I am ashamed of them. On the contrary! You are nothing to be ashamed of, instead you are a woman that any man can take pride in. If they had been no obstacles standing between us, I would have sung your praise and my love for you to the world! But alas, fate has decreed that it not be so.

You deserve to have been born a noble woman, Guinevere. You are far more noble of heart then most any other woman I've ever met. That is shown by your continued service to the our family after everything that has happened.

When did I first realize I loved you? It is hard for me to say. For the longest time, you were nothing more than a servant. It wasn't until we were in Elador that I began to even see you as an equal. That day you got after me for "turning my nose up" at Hunith's food, that day you became a friend.

When your father was killed, I felt responsible. I knew how much you loved him. I knew there was little I could do to help you, so I did what I could. I think seeing how you were still loyal and continued to serve, I think that was when I began to have a great respect, if not something more, for you.

Then came the day you talked to me while I lay dying. I know you will never admit it, but you did say things that got me thinking. It was then, I believe, that the seeds of love began to grow. After that we saw little of each other, as we were each busy with our own duties.

I will never forget the day you saved my life...twice within the space of about a minute! While everyone else was huddled inside the castle, you were outside. At the time, I did not know whether to call it bravery or foolishness on your part. Now, I would say it was a pleasant mixture of both.

Those days I spent at your house when I was being "Sir William", where some of the most pleasant of my life. I wish I could have spent more time there. It seems it were only yesterday when you called be arrogant and rude. Looking back, I realize I was both. I am sorry that I never did make you dinner.

I think about that first kiss every day. I experience it again every night in my dreams. That was one of the most pleasurable experiences in my entire life.

Lancelot. Did you really love him? I cannot deny that it hurt when I saw the way you two were looking at each other. I felt as if I had just lost the most precious thing in the world, and in a sense I did. I thought I lost you. I know you did not intend to hurt me, but it hurt all the same.

Lancelot is a good man and painful as it was, I could not blame you for seeming to prefer him over me. Even now I hope that one day you might find happiness again. Maybe you and Lancelot are meant to be, after all.

To be perfectly honest, I did try to avoid you for a time. I couldn't help it. I was hurt and I thought that if I didn't see you, then the pain might go away. How false that turned out to be! Every time I closed my eyes, there you were. I could not seem to be rid of you.

Then came along Lady Vivien. I never did like her you know. She was very rude and her insulting you did not help in any way, but I suppose I should be glad she came to Camelot. Because if she had not, then that spell would never have been placed on me and we would still be estranged.

That makes three times you've saved my life. If you had not broken the spell, then I have no doubt King Olaf would have killed me and Camelot would have gone to war. So, thank you once again, my dearest Guinevere!

The worst moment of my life was when I saw the dragon coming and I thought it was going to kill you. I still have nightmares about that. I wake up, covered in sweat and for a moment I fear that it was a memory instead of a bad dream. Great is my relief that it is only that.

I have asked Merlin to look after you. Please, do not, in your grief, push him away. He has been my closest friend and you two will need each other before long.

Now, I must go. I only wish I could hold you in my arms and kiss you one last time. Yet, I cannot. So, this letter and my heart go with it. Remember me as the man who loved you with all his heart. Farewell, Guinevere.

Love,

Arthur

P.S. When I told Lancelot the only reason that I came to rescue was because Morgana begged me, I lied. I'm sorry for that.