Hearts of Camelot
5th Required Featured Character: Guinevere Pendragon/Gwen
Ratings/Warnings: K+
Word Count: 374
Summary: Gwen's thoughts and feelings as she tries to escape the hunting party, as Morgana has enchanted her to become a deer. Set in 4x11; The Hunter's Heart
You were my best friend, Morgana. Gwen couldn't deny all the hurt and injustice she felt at Morgana turning her back on their long-bonded friendship. It was like Morgana's positive memories of them spending time together had been erased, leaving only contempt for Gwen.
There was a rustle of branches in the Forest of Ascetir, and Gwen glimpsed snatches of the hunting party with Arthur and another woman, galloping straight towards her as Gwen rushed through the green sunlit forest as fast as her deer legs would let her. She was shaking with fear and from cold as she ran with tears running down her face, and she yearned for someone to save her from her dire situation.
Gwen looked desperately at Merlin, who was suddenly right there and staring at her. Please, Merlin. You have to see who I really am, it's me Gwen! The expression on Merlin's face seemed to go from bemused and then his eyes widened. She couldn't quite work out what he saw, as she turned to continue to try to escape.
She could have almost sworn she saw traces of gold in his eyes for a second or two, although she could attribute that to her imagining things. That was something she couldn't deny as a possibility, because of the horrible experiences she'd been dealt with.
"Ahrgh…!" She winced in pain, and looked down at her leg. A crossbow bolt had seemed to come from nowhere, digging into her upper leg, piercing right through her flesh. Nevertheless, she did her best to limp away before her attacker could incapacitate her further.
…Arthur. Seeing Arthur's face again, after being exiled, sent a pang of sadness and longing through her. She missed him with all her heart and she wished that he could have tried to understand why she kissed Lancelot. It was like all her feelings for Lancelot, and the passion they once had, had come rushing back forcefully. Her feelings towards Lancelot had never truly faded, these words she had said to him when he rescued her from Hengist, still holding true. She could not explain it, but she never would have kissed Lancelot while she was in a relationship with Arthur, not if she could help it.