A Love That Destroyed A Kingdom.......

"I will protect you my lady" he said and Gwenevere stared at this errant knight wondering why her heart skipped a beat. She promised her heart to Arthur, that alone should mean something, a vow was said, rings were exchanged, and yet... one look into Lancelot's eyes and everything was forgotten....



He offered his hand for her to take, up she went on his marvelous steed. Ignoring the strong arms that enveloped her, she stared at the road ahead.

Lancelot guided is white steed, ignoring the smell of her hair. She was right in front of him, riding with him for this long journey to Camelot- it was torture. "I swore my fealty to the king, to God and Country my loyalty stands, but one smile from this beautiful creature and I long to throw caution into the wind".

"Thank you for saving me knight." he heard her whisper. He answered, "It is my duty, my lady..." His horse gave the reins a shake as if sensing his urge to say what he kept inside. "The king will reward you handsomely" she said. A wan smile escaped his lips, "My only reward is to see that you are safe and sound, my Queen...".

After an hour riding the Queen requested for a rest. He stared into the placid lake in front of him, questioning his heart. A giggle escaped from her lips like the sound of tinkling bells. He turned his eyes to her and held his breath- "curse that smile!"

"What's the matter?" she asked. He turned away from her, "Nothing..." he answered. He felt her hand on his shoulder. "Lancelot?". It was the first time he heard her say his name. If only it were some other girl, but then, it wouldn't be her... He turned to face her again and saw the questioning look she had. "You're beautiful..." he thought, and was surprised to see her blush, unaware that he had said that thought out loud.

"I can't feel this way..." Gwenevere thought as she stared at her relfection on the mirror. "He said, I'm beautiful...."

In the courtyard. Arthur was staring at a very lost Lancelot. "You saved my wife...". Lancelot glanced up, dismissing his thoughts. "It was my duty sire....". "You are one of my greatest knights Lancelot and-" Arthur said, "a cherished friend". Lancelot winced. "You have made the kingdom happy by bringing the Queen back, you also have my deepest gratitude".

Gwenevere stared out from her window at the pair, her eyes never leaving the knight's dispiriting face. Memories of her abduction haunted her, voices of the men who roughly tied her wrists together echoed in her mind, but perhaps the most vivid memory was of Lancelot's bellow of anger as he charged into her captor's camp blanketed by darkness with only a lone flame to illuminate his fiery face as he swooped down to save her.

It was a long journey to Camelot, a journey filled with poignant moments that made her heart ache. They talked, they laughed, they event fought along the way- something was amiss, she thought one day as she was roused by Lancelot's heavy sigh- he was staring at her, with the same sad brown eyes that looked up at her at that very moment when the thought occured.... Arthur saw this and looked up as well. It was a very long and sleepless night.


A kiss was all it will take to break the spell- he thought, entering the garden. A kiss will free me from this labyrinth of insanity that has her face plastered on every wall, her laugher echoing in the silence, and her eyes burning me with its intensity...

A kiss will free me from this horrible infatuation- she thought, watering her Roses. She shook her head to banish the thought, I cannot have feelings for him.

"My lady..." those words were spoken in a whisper, that affected her so much, he should've just screamed out loud, it wouldn't have made any difference. She turned, there he was the very object of her brooding thoughts willed by the fates to torment her.

"I must leave..." he says, staring at the ground. "You are safe now..."

Panic wells up in her heart, "Leave??? You can't, the King won't let you..."

He looks up at her. "The King won't let me?" then added with all the courage he had, "Or is it you who won't let me leave?"

She doesn't answer and casts her eyes to the ground. He approaches her and takes her chin with his thumb and index finger. "I won't go, if you tell me not to..."

She turns away from him. "I can't say that..."

"Then, I must go..."

"Wait..."

Without a word, not a single word he takes her in his arms and kisses her. Expecting her to fight him, or at least push him away, he was only surprised to hear her sigh... a heavenly sound followed by the sharp gasp.

They let go of each other just in time to see the look on King Arthur's face....