When he asked to be her knight all those years ago, she had gladly accepted him. She'd even had a feast prepared in his honor.
For Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table.
That was why he hadn't expected her reaction when he posed the same question, now in their new life, several years into the future.
She hesitated.
Kings never hesitate.
Lips quivering, she whispered, "Lancelot...I am not your king anymore."
Kings never denounce their title.
She got on her knees, bringing herself down to his level.
Kings never kneel.
She cupped his face in her small hands.
"Lancelot, look at me."
His eyes didn't leave the ground. He couldn't meet her eyes, disbelieving. He was her knight. He swore to be by her side forever. He couldn't keep that promise all those years ago. And he needed to fulfill it now.
"Look at me."
Her voice was firm. He obeyed. Dark,dead eyes met lively green.
"We are free, Lancelot. We are free."
She touched her forehead to his gently.
"Do you feel that?"
Her warmth traveled through him. Suddenly he could feel her pulse through her hands, her gentle touch on his skin, her warm breath on his lips.
"We're alive now."
She began to pull away from him.
"Don't let the past chain you down, Lancelot...Don't let me hinder you. We can do anything we want."
She let go of him, slowly withdrawing her hands from his face.
"Just let it all go."
No.
NO.
A gasp escaped her lips when he grabbed her retreating palm and pulled her sharply to him.
Not you.
Never again.
Without thinking, he crashed his chapped lips on her soft ones, not daring to open his eyes for the fear of seeing her reaction.
This was wrong.
He pulled Arturia so close there was no space left separating them. The petite woman's accelerating heartbeat reverberated through his chest as he mashed their lips together like it was the only thing he knew how to do.
First he took Guinevere, and now he covets his own king.
Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt so tightly as she clawed for air.
But he wanted this.
"Lance-mmh!" He didn't let her finish. He couldn't bear her telling him to stop.
He wanted this agony.
He didn't let her breathe, didn't let her push him away, didn't leave her lips for even a second.
He wanted this sin.
.
.
.
And he was free to do anything he wanted.
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