Who knew one castle could hold so many secrets, like the forbidden love between Lancelot and Guinevere. Did you know their secret during your stay, I found out easily enough. I find it hard to believe that anyone could not see the look of love that crossed their faces when ever they shared a glance. Especially you, you who were priestess of the all seeing and the knowing goddess. How could you not know?
How bitterly ironic it was that she would soon plan to commit adultery not hours after she discovered her own husband's infidelity.
When I waited in Lancelot's room knowing that the queen would enter I wondered whether Arthur even knew- If he did he hid it well. I couldn't help but note as I waited crouched by Lancelot's bed how increasingly unbearable it seemed, for her to invite herself into his room hoping knowing that Lancelot would come, and I waiting in the shadows biding my time until I could prove to the others what treachery Lancelot was capable of.
Gawain had denied my claims when I first told him what I had witnessed between Guinevere and Lancelot. I had been expecting this, after all who would believe me, the new-comer, the young upstart against the words of such wise and war hardened heroes? I convinced him in the end along with others, what harm could it do? If I was wrong then no-one would be harmed and we could forget it had ever been thought of. Ah poor noble Gawain, trying to see the good in everyone, he could never see that there were flaws in every man including his dear cousin Lancelot. I had often wondered how close the bond was between them, for if passing strangers had seen them they would have thought them brothers. Perhaps that is why Gawain was reluctant to hear me speak of Lancelot's betrayal, they who were so close in bond and that bond had been strengthened by the years facing battle side by side, united (even if others were not) by the desire to preserve Britain, and their one cousin the High King- my father.
Just that thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, would they be as united if they knew his dark secret? I doubt it, the Christians would revolt in mass waves and the Knights would be powerless, they can fight against Saxons but not against their own kinsmen. Would they still be as united if I were to become the High King, after all that is my fate, that is the reason I was conceived by such abominable mean, to take the high throne.
The creak of the great wooden door that opened into Lancelot's chambers brought me back to the task in hand; I tightened my grip on my dagger waiting to strike, steeling myself for a fight should my instincts be proved wrong. However when I caught sight of the golden hair and sapphire dress, I knew my suspicions were confirmed as the Queen entered.
I watch her, my eyes taking in every action she makes, even though, as she removes her outer gown, I fight the urge to shudder and laugh. How will Gawain find the many virtues of Lancelot with this presented before him? The Queen crawls onto the bed as if waiting as if presenting herself to him as a newly made bride would her own husband. How pathetic that a man of his years and wisdom and a woman of her status would even try to pretend that they will ever be together. Fate never meant for them to be, they were meant to love and watch each other from afar but they were not made to be united under the ties of marriage. Fate will often play this game, always keeping what you most desire in your sight but out of your reach.
She does not suspect a thing. I grab her and place the dagger across her throat. No words pass between us but she knows what shall happen. I hear the door open again and before she can utter a cry of warning to her lover I place my hand over her mouth and drag her into the shadows with me.