Sometimes she worried about her knight. Occasionally, she'd catch him staring at her with guilty eyes. He looked like a man who'd pulled the trigger on his own wife by accident, or like someone who'd failed and brought about something fatal.

And sometimes, when they were conversing, he'd suddenly turn cold. The warmth would disappear from his eyes. And he'd withdraw from her touch, like an unholy man would back away from a saint.

It was almost like a spell. The magic word was always his name. At her call, he'd snap out of it and return to the Lancelot she knew...or thought she knew.

This behavior came to be because of none other than her.

She knew that too.

Lancelot had become Berserker because he couldn't understand why she hadn't really punished him for his sins. The King had purposely spared both him and the queen, despite everything that had happened.

But it wasn't like she wouldn't have given him the death sentence.

She couldn't.

Ha! What a laughable fact.

But nonetheless it was true.

How could she kill the one she loved so?

How selfish she is. For once, her own wishes outweighed those of the kingdom. Even now, as she watched the knight from afar, she could feel her own greed growing.

She wanted to keep him here, and he wanted to stay with her.

But at the same time, she thought darkly. She was the cause of his suffering. She was the reason he could never truly be happy. She was the reason he became Berserker, for crying out loud!

Had she made the right decision, when she spared his life?

Or would it have been better to kill him back then, than to have him live a life where he must die inside whenever he looked her in the eye?

But then he was kissing her.

He was forcing his lips on hers.

"Lance-mmh! "

He was conquering her.

She tried to push him off. She tried to squirm away.

But when she looked in his eyes, there it was.

Want.

And she thought maybe she wasn't the only one yearning for it after all.

Heya!

Every single time I try to write Lancelot, it ends up a little darker than I intended it to be. I hope I manage to make some lighter fics of him in this series :S This is a continuation of Want, this time from Saber's POV. Originally, this was to be put right after Lancelot's account, but I decided against it since I didn't really like it, but anyway, here it is. (Uploaded simultaneously with another chapter since uploading just this one would be cheating, as it is just a continuation. Think of it as a bonus fic.)

I hope you liked it anyway! :D

Until next time!

-akampana