Guinevere

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Guinevere

You are the High King, she is your wife.... and Lancelot is suppose to be your best friend...

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Guinevere

You, Honey are the High King of Britannia, ruling from your seat of power in Caerleon. All is well within your kingdom, or so you thought, but now the storm clouds are gathering...just as Merlin predicted. You stand within your ante-chamber, pouring over maps of the east, with Sagramor, Bedivere, and King Pellinore, listening to the latest reports on the ever increasing threat from the Saxons. Suddenly the room door opens, and in stride Agravain and Mordred, both coming to a stop before you and kneeling, heads bowed. Sire...I need to speak to you... Mordred pleas... You look at them, gesturing for them to stand... What news Sir Mordred? you ask, still half distracted by the maps... Mordred looks around the room, swallowing hard Perhaps this would be best discussed in private Sire? Mordred suggests, he appears to be nervous, looking around the room from face to face... You pause, turning to Mordred, everyone in here I trust implicitly Sir Mordred... so just spit it out... what news? you reply.... It is about the Queen, Sire....I...Agravain and I.... Mordred stammers...unsure how to proceed. Yet is is Agravain who delivers the fatal news... Sire, the Queen is having an affair with Lancelot behind your back.....even now they are together in her chambers! Agravain declares... You say nothing... not wanting to believe... You must be mistaken Agravain... that cannot be true! you round on them, eyes full of hurt and pain.... It is true Sire.... Mordred bows his head... I have not long seen Lancelot, with my own eyes, fornicating with the Queen in her chambers..... what should we do?