#lancelot x guenievre

[laudys83]

Merci aux Pendranièvre du Lac shippers, maintenant je peux plus écouter “Quatre mots sur un piano” sans penser à eux.

C’est malin.

[thehermitsacedia]

Sleep, my Flameless Shadow Let me cool the lingering fires of old And carry only ashes in my soul.

[smokedandelions]

Je viens de finir "Les dames du lac" de Marion Zimmer Bradley (super bouquin au passage) et je déconne pas. Les dix dernières pages c'est un plan à trois entre Lancelot, Arthur et Guenièvre.

Trop d'émotions contradictoires dans ma tête là

[artzone1kristi]

To sides of the same coin

[jananabananawithnopeel]

PDL 💖

[beautifulsnake2162020]

The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 14: MORDRED

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

Chapter 14 - Mordred

"We're watching you." Sir Lancelot tells you before he goes back to her majesty's side. Only for Sir Gwaine to make a gesture with his two fingers gesturing from his eyes to you. Understandable really since Ayrmida had just recovered from something that triggered her past trauma. You were all gathered to have a picnic in the Castle grounds, or more specifically in the gardens since it was the best place where the sun's warmth was. While you were given a chance to spend some time with Ayrmida alone, you could still feel everyone's eyes on you, especially Sir Ector her grandfather.

It was true that you admired and held some affection for the youngest member of the court. But you know it wasn't love. Perhaps it's because she too was still trying to find herself. For all you could remember all you really wanted was to belong to someplace as yourself. You didn't feel at home with the Christian orphanage that raised you until you were able to find work in your studies in botany. You initially came to Camelot at eleven to learn under their scholars more about the sciences. Merlin was a strict teacher and seems to dislike you for a reason you couldn't understand. You were thankful that unofficially, King Arthur had in nearly everything but name became your father. You would sometimes feel guilty when sometimes you eavesdropped the various arguments they would have about you.

"You are playing a very dangerous game Arthur!"

"Merlin, I don't care what future you have foreseen. He's just a boy and you are already treating him over something he hasn't done."

"Yet. Done yet Arthur. You choosing to ignore my warnings will only break your heart. Your love for him will be wasted."

"Tell me Merlin, have you become so obsessed with what the future may become that you forget to live in the present? You don't know if he will make those choices! I will take guidance from what you have seen but I will not stop loving Mordred as my own child."

It was then that you became interested in the martial ways. You didn't know why Merlin treated you this way, but you were going to prove him wrong that King Arthur was wasting his love on you.

And so like Ayrmida you sought to make yourself one of the best people to ever serve Camelot. You began paying attention to the politics, the martial ways, and the resources Camelot has to offer. You weren't at all finished with your journey, but now you understand some of the decisions he, Queen Guinevere, and some of the other knights and courtiers were doing. You didn't know enough to make your own opinions on what should be done yet, but you feel you were on your way there.

"Mordred? What is King Arthur like?" Ayrmida asks bringing your attention back to your own present. Seated beside her on a picnic blanket eating on cheese, bread, mutton and boiled eggs.

"Where do I begin?"

"From whatever you have thought of first." You chuckle at her response at your rhetorical question.

"This may seem strange but King Arthur is much like a father to me."

"Oh?"

"My parents were travelers who died on their way to a pilgrimage. And so the Christian convent had raised me when I was the only one who survived the plague. I don't recall what they did before they took me on that pilgrimage trip. It was when I went to Camelot for further studies than the convent could offer that I found a father figure in him. Back then I too was the young blood in court - not the youngest since there were plenty of boys my age who wanted to enter into Camelot's martial training. But probably the only one who was here for scholarly studies rather than just martial training. Arthur had found me in my studies and had began volunteering to personally help with things that just escaped my understanding. The funny thing was that I didn't know he was the King. I just assumed he was another courtier or a scholar of Camelot. It was only when I attended my first Court session and he made his appearance that I discovered that he was the King himself. And afterward we just became closer."

"I see." She says before taking a bite of her buttered bread.

"I'm just nervous of something embarrassing happening if or when he chooses to talk to me in open court."

"He wouldn't intentionally do that. I imagine that any embarrassment is most likely to come from you."

"Mordred!" She exclaims in disbelief but you could tell that she found the humor in your joke.

"It's true. On your first court session with Queen Guinevere I was wondering if your nervousness would make you faint on front of everyone."

"Well it was my first time in any court! You have years of experience."

"I'm only three years older than you."

"You've been here far longer than I have."

"And what is so different from all the court sessions you've attended with Queen Guinevere presiding? This time you'll be meeting with Camelot's King." Then you see her face change. You couldn't tell if it was better or worse but there was definitely a change in her.

"There will be many things different."

"I highly doubt that."

"I hope for that too." She says before she takes a quick glance at all the knights who were watching the two of you. As soon as they see her looking at them they quickly turn away and pretend to have been doing something else. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at them. They weren't trying to be discreet and their gazes at you and Ayrmida were obvious in your peripheral vision. You knew that many of them thought that you were infatuated with her and feared that you might take this chance to seduce her. This wasn't the case though you did hold affection for her.

And to think these were the same people whose ranks you will be joining once you became a knight.

"May I ask a promise from you Mordred?" She asks as she brings herself closer to you. Her expression serious.

"What kind of promise?"

"Will you promise that no matter what happens could we still be friends?" You couldn't help but smile.

"Of course I will. But why make me promise over something so obvious?"

"Because I fear you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore after something happens. You have been a good friend to me Mordred, and I wouldn't want to lose our friendship." This touched you, it's been awhile since anyone your age wanted to be with you. The other boys who had started their martial training before you did were envious of your relationship with the King and didn't want to have anything to do with you. And girls around your age just keep looking at you in a strange light. Probably this infatuation that everyone keeps saying you have for Ayrmida.

You make sure to meet her eyes as you make her a promise she requested.

"I, Mordred, promise to still be your friend no matter what happens." She smiles back with some relief.

"And I, Ayrmida promise the same. Thank you for this Mordred."

"Of course, I'll still be your friend even when I become a Knight of the round table." She chuckles at this.

"I have no doubt you will."

She leaves you with a smile, and you couldn't help but feel she is keeping something from you. Some mysterious secret that she is keeping to herself. It was fine, even you have your own secrets.

You weren't going to deny to yourself that you wanted to be Arthur's heir. It wasn't because of the power it would give you but to also show that anyone who was devoted and hard working enough would also be good enough to be one of Camelot's leaders. It was why you strived to familiarize yourself with the different factions in court and what it would mean for the interest of Camelot. And your work seems to be paying off since you have the favor of many significant factions in court. Including Queen Guinevere and King Arthur before he had left to embark on his second attempt in fulfilling the Grail quest.

You couldn't wait for him to return. He might tease you for finally making a friend who is closer in your age than just being a perpetual student or squire to everyone his age.

And it turns out to your delight he came sooner than you had expected.

He arrived late at night with his brother Sir Kay and plenty of the other knights who had gone to take care of the problem of the witch hunters. You see them detain a few prisoners whom you recognize were some of the witch hunters that had attacked Camelot recently. You then quickly run to try to find Ayrmida so she may have her first glimpse of who Camelot's king was.

"Queen Guinevere, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gwaine, Sir Percival, have any of you seen Ayrmida? King Arthur has arrived with Sir Kay and the knights who went to take care of the witch hunters. I wanted to show her who he is before he holds court tomorrow."

"Oh that's wonderful Mordred!" Queen Guinevere says as she begins giving orders to some of her ladies to make sure the King's chambers were tidy and ready for his return.

"Does anyone know where Ayrmida is?"

"She's with Sir Ector having a dinner in town. You'll probably meet them tomorrow." Sir Lancelot tells you as he stands to give out his own orders and make his own preparations for King Arthur's return.

"Hmph that's if Arthur is ready to have court tomorrow. A banquet sure, but I think he will have at least one day of rest before returning to his duties."

"Want a bet Sir Percival?" Gwaine says with a grin. Since you won't be meeting either of the persons you were looking for, you take your dinner and retreat to your room to put yourself to sleep.

The next day, much to Sir Percival's dismay, King Arthur did hold court although it was much later than normal, though given that he, Sir Kay and the other knights who had ventured out had only arrived late last night.    

When he entered to take his seat at the round table there was much applause and excitement. He had his beard trimmed to his preferred length of being close to his chin and his beard hairs on the shorter end. Enough to show his beard but short enough to show the lower half of his face.

The court then settles down as Queen Guinevere takes her place beside him and everyone is seated.

"It's good to finally be back."

Another round of applause was given.

"I have missed you all and will now hear and discuss matters that are most urgent. I'll do this before I reveal whether my quest for the Grail has been a success or not."

As court went on your mind wondered where Ayrmida was. Your eyes finally see her behind her uncle at his chair at the round table and some distance behind her was a couple of hooded figures who seemed to blend in with the background. Who are they?

"Mordred." You hear him call your name and you step forward and present yourself on front of him.

"Based on reports of your progress it won't be long before you become a knight and part of the brotherhood of the round table. Your last few major tests would be in my presence before I formally knight you." He tells you with a smile and you couldn't help but share in his enthusiasm.

"Really your majesty?"

"Truly, why do you think the other knights tend to tease you a little bit more recently." You hear them laugh with some like Sir Gaheris and Sir Bedivere giving you encouraging looks.

This is it.

You will soon be knighted.

All you need to do is to past a few more tests and you would finally be a part of the highest brotherhood in Camelot.

"Tha-Thank you your majesty." You bow before him before going back to your place on the sides, although it wasn't lost on you that you did see encouraging smiles and gestures from the other knights of the round table.

A few more petitions and issues were discussed, but you couldn't hear any of them as your mind was still savoring the news that you were almost a knight.

Finally the petitions were finished and Queen Guinevere played her card.

"We may be done with the petitions but there is a new face in court that I want you to meet."

"Oh?" He asks in excitement. You almost forgot how he loves entertaining new members of his court.

"She's a new lady of mine. Lady Ayrmida?" Ayrmida makes her way on front of King Arthur. You see her more calm than she was her first time.

But even King Arthur could sense just a little bit of nervousness coming from her.

"Ayrmida? How are you?" He asks in a very gentle and soft tone. A tone you would often hear whenever he wanted to calm someone down.

"A little nervous since everyone is looking at me."

"Oh don't worry, everyone is also looking at me." That did the trick and this causes her to laugh and her nervousness disappeared.

"There we go, feeling better?" Arthur gives a little chuckle with a gentle smile and a glint of affection in his eyes.

"Yes, thank you for that."

"Well since you're feeling better. I would like to know what you've thought of Camelot and my court so far? Are my knights fooling around behind my back?" You couldn't help but laugh along with some of the other knights in the table.

"Well it depends on your definition of fooling around. They tease and joke a lot, but when I was worried and traumatized upon hearing what the witch hunters were doing, they were there for me when I needed them the most." A resounding sound of awe surrounded the room.

"Even Mordred has been a great friend to me. And I think he would make a great knight of your round table." You couldn't help but blush a little bit at being specifically mentioned by her to your King and father figure.

"And how have you been adjusting being one of Queen Guinevere's ladies?"

"They were mostly good to me. Queen Guinevere herself had personally taken me under her wing."

"And how has she been with you?" He asks his wife speculatively.

"She's been a fine young lady. I'm extremely happy to have her as one of my ladies. She's almost like a daughter to me." He smiles at that, there was something mischievous about it that you couldn't explain why.

"Is this true Sir Lancelot? Or is there a hidden conspiracy between them?" He asks jokingly and both the Queen and Ayrmida laughs.

"It is true, my liege, and may I also add that she's been a hidden gem and a devoted student to the martial ways as her teacher. Even though she sometimes could be too impatient to move to the next level." Sir Lancelot says with affection and the King just chuckles at this. Almost as if to say that he knows what he's talking about.

"Now have you been good to your uncle Sir Kay and to your grandfather Sir Ector?" She gives him a sheepish look.

"I may have snuck out a few times from them but I make sure to take great care and I never go too far from the castle."

"Oh don't get me started." Sir Ector murmurs.

"In my defense, these trips were very insightful in showing me Camelot's strengths and weaknesses. And in the back of my mind I always knew my uncle have assigned some of the knights who weren't on duty to make sure nothing horrible happened to me."

"And what are Camelot's strengths and weaknesses?"

"To summarize because I sense some of your courtiers would want to be dismissed already - Camelot is strong in accepting all cultures and backgrounds of all who come and live here. But it's weakness is that not many of these cultures have a say in court beyond the local level. I will admit I am still learning. But your court is biased towards some of the dominant cultures here. And it would be good to have a few courtiers from lesser known subcultures that are subjects of Camelot contribute their perspective in your court."

This was rather bold of her. You too have noticed this issue but it is at a periphery to some of the other issues that you were thinking about. Where did she get this bravery from when a few moments ago she might have allowed her nervousness to take her over?

"This of course is not the only issue, but that is the issue that appeared first in my head when you asked."

"Of course, and I appreciate your honesty about your insights. There is always room for improvement and I and my court are also included in that."

"Likewise."

"Members of the round table, how has she been with all of you?"

"You're asking an awful lot of questions for a new face in court my King." Sir Dagonet comments as King Arthur gestures for him to continue on.

"She has been good. We were quite surprised when she was insistent on learning the martial ways but after discovering that she was a promising student, she was quite a sight to behold." Sir Bedivere says in an affectionate yet no nonsense way.

"Yeah."

"Agreed."

"What Sir Bedivere has said."

"She's also not scared to answer back. Quite refreshing." Sir Gwaine adds before smiling at Ayrmida's pointed look at him.

"Generally speaking you like her." King Arthur was met with more nods and affirmative responses.

"And what's the feedback from the ladies?" Those who were allied closely with Queen Guinevere gave the same replies that the knights had on Ayrmida while those who didn't like her and was probably planning to seduce Arthur just shrugged or remained silent.

Sir Dagonet was right, why was the King asking so much questions about her and to her?

"Well I think it's about time we wrap this up." You hear the relieved sighs of some members of the court. Some people cried out questions about his Grail quest but he ignored them and turned his attention back at Ayrmida with a hidden mischief in his smile once again.

"Has this been an insightful and satisfying experience for you?" Ayrmida smiles, nods and takes a breath.

"Yes it has. Thank you so much for this...father."

What?!

Father?!

You hear the surprised sounds of court.

"I'm sorry for the surprise to everyone. But it was part of her wish for her twelfth birthday." Arthur stands up as he goes to Ayrmida's side.

"I would like to formally introduce my eldest daughter, Ayrmida Targaryen Pendragon. Daenara, Daeron, you can reveal yourselves now." The hooded figures close to Ayrmida revealed themselves and you hear more gasps in the room.

The woman, Daenara Targaryen, the King's first wife is not just alive, she is here before all in court. She was definitely ethereally beautiful with her silvery blond hair and vibrant violet eyes. The boy, Daeron, Ayrmida's twin brother, looked a lot like King Arthur but with his mother's violet eyes.

"This is my son Daeron, and this is my first wife Daenara Targaryen. The Grail."

[godwithwethands]

Mais qu'aurait donc cet autre que je n'ai ?

Ne le saurai-je jamais ?

[elcoco005]

⧽ ────── {⋅. T H E O R Y T I M E .⋅} ────── ⧼

Guenièvre & Méléagant.

Méléagant n'apparaît aux yeux de Lancelot (fin du Livre IV) et d'Arthur (Le Phare, Livre V) UNIQUEMENT quand Guenièvre n'est plus à leurs côtés. Pourquoi ?

Je crois que Guenièvre est la lumière, voir l'étoile qui maintient à flot Arthur et avant cela Lancelot, tandis que Méléagant est leur chute.

Guenièvre compromet le but de Méléagant (qui est je le rappelle le sabordage des gens). C'est d'autant plus intéressant de noter que dans la légende arthurienne Méléagant est celui à l'origine de la capture de Guenièvre. Autrement dit, il arrache Guenièvre à Arthur & Lancelot.

Si Méléagant veut parvenir à ses fins, va t-il devoir se débarrasser de Guenièvre ?

[losttranslator]

Imaginez être une pauvre âme qui en se lançant dans Kaamelott espérait que Lancelot et Guenièvre aurait un couple sain et durable.

[rarougrougrou]

Lancelot/Guenièvre

Don’t ship it

1. Pour moi, encore une fois, Lancelot est aro ace. Et j’aime bien le hc de lila, comme quoi il est amoureux de l’amour et pas vraiment amoureux de guenievre. Et ma théorie c’est que Guenievre part avec lui parce que c’est son échappatoire pour s’extirper de sa relation avec Tutur qu’elle vit très mal, et que surtout Lancelot avait toujours été hyper gentil avec elle au début

2. Une romance peut être plus évidente, des choses concrètes, un bisous volé, quelque chose qui peut faire semer le doute et me faire dire « ah, c’est des vrais sentiments ou pas? »

3. La toxicité du ship qui peut mener à beaucoup de catharsis, vu que leur relation a partir du livre 4 c’est que ça, de la toxicité. Oui j’aime la catharsis

[samaraclegane]

damn gwen and lancelot really have that same vibe huh. everyone is in love with them. unstoppable team, icons

[laudys83]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Kaamelott Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alzagar/Venec (Kaamelott), Guenièvre/Arthur Pendragon (Kaamelott), Guenièvre/Lancelot (Kaamelott) Characters: Venec (Kaamelott), Alzagar (Kaamelott), Guenièvre (Kaamelott), Arthur Pendragon (Kaamelott), Lancelot (Kaamelott), Mevanwi de Vannes (Kaamelott) Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Remorse, Regrets, elle sait pas qui choisir, Drama & Romance, un peu d'Arthur/mevanwi, Uncanon, désolé pas désolé je cale venal dans toutes mes fics Summary:

Parce que, parfois, l'amour peut renaître de ses cendres

Commence à partir du livre III

[thehermitsacedia]

And together at the last, they lay entwined.

[albinodino]

unfriendly reminder that neither gwen nor arthur ever find out that she was under a spell when she kissed lancelot

[aftertheskyy]

Glasses

Ok so you know that one deleted scene where Merlin was wearing glasses?

Merlin needs glasses

Otherwise his vision is horrific. Like. Actually can’t see 2 feet in front of him

He can do a spell to fix it, but he has to “reset it” every morning

Naturally, some days he forgets to do the spell  (it’s a bit of a long process)

So on those days he’s a complete klutz

Or he’ll have to wear the glasses

But he forgets to wear them too Merlin: *running out of Gaius’s chambers cause Arthur’s yelling for him* Merlin: *runs back into Gaius’s chambers* Gaius: *hands glasses to Merlin without even looking up*

Merlin having to borrow Gaius’s glasses when he loses his (which happens quite often)

Merlin being self-conscious when he wears them

So Lancelot finds a pair and wears them on the days Merlin does

Gwen finding soft cloths to give to Merlin so he can clean the glasses

Arthur loves Merlin in glasses 

He tries them on once and almost passes out Arthur: MERlin, you’re as blind as a bat!

Arthur being Extremely Confused but also Extremely Worried Arthur: Why do you only wear them sometimes? Shouldn’t you need them, like. All the time?

Arthur teases Merlin about his sight every now and then, but if anyone else does, he SNAPS

Arthur adjusting on the days where Merlin forgets to wear the glasses

He’ll give very specific directions or will write largely on papers or move things out of Merlin’s way so he doesn’t trip

Merlin being completely unaware of this, but not minding the new treatment

(Merlin being even more confused when Arthur does this on days he has the spell)

Gwaine slams his head against the wall and mutters something about oblivious idiots

[geekgirl2000]

“Vous l’aimez ?”

Je me suis basée sur la liste de Prompt déjà publiée par @sapphicwhxre et voici le premier angst ; “Do you love them ?”

Cela faisait maintenant plusieurs jours qu’Arthur avait été récupérer Guenièvre au camp de Lancelot et il s’inquiétait pour son ancien ami. Ce n’était pas son genre de traiter Guenièvre comme il l’avait fait. Il connaissait son ancien chevalier ou du moins il croyait le connaitre. C’était un homme bien qui avait toujours un but et qui voulait aider les plus faibles. Mais ce qu’il avait fait... ce n’était pas lui. Attacher Guenièvre comme ça au lit dans le camp pour être sûr qu’elle ne s’en aille pas ? Non, il avait dit qu’il l’aimait et si cela était vrai, il n’aurait jamais dû la traiter comme cela. On n’attache pas une personne que l’on dit aimer. Que s’était-il passé pour que son ami change à ce point ? Ou bien avait-il toujours été ainsi ? L’homme qui l’avait secondé, son meilleur ami était-il le même que cet homme-là ? Cette pensée préoccupait grandement le roi : avait-il été aveugle tout ce temps ? 

Le Roi Arthur soupira bruyamment. Ce que son espion lui avait raconté n’était pas bon. Un home en noir que seul Lancelot pouvait voir ? Lancelot était-il en train de devenir fou ou bien cette foutue prophétie était-elle vraie ? Si c'était le cas, qu’avait-il fait ? 

Il avait l’impression que tout cela était de sa faute. Et d’un certain point de vue, il en était même sûr : il avait commis une faute impardonnable, “convoiter la femme d’un chevalier”. Il croyait aimer Mevanwi mais savait-il seulement ce qu’aimer voulait dire ? Après Aconia, après Démétra, les jumelles et tant d’autres, il n’était plus sûr de rien. 

Arthur se leva brusquement de son banc près de l’arbre. Cet endroit avait le don de le calmer... enfin habituellement, il avait ce don. Mais il semblerait qu’aujourd’hui, ce pouvoir avait disparu. Impossible de calmer ses pensées trop nombreuses et trop rapides. Impossible de mettre son cerveau trop actif et dépressif en pause. Si même cet endroit ne pouvait pas le calmer, alors rien ne pourrait le calmer. Pour le même prix, autant qu’il retourne vers ses obligations royales. Il n’en avait pas envie mais il ne pouvait plus supporter ses pensées et il savait qu’entendre ses chevaliers s’engueuler (Léodagan et Bohort) ou même devoir répondre à des questions plus débiles les unes (Karadoc et Perceval) que les autres allait peut-être pouvoir lui changer les idées. 

Il étira ses membres engourdis et prit la direction du château quand soudain, il entendit des sanglots étouffés. Il fronça les sourcils mais qui donc venait pleurer dehors ? Il n’aimait pas voir les gens pleurer, il ne savait jamais quoi dire. Cependant, il ne put s’empêcher de suivre la voix sanglotante. Il traversa les buissons et se retrouva face à un arbre sous lequel se trouvait une silhouette de femme. “Oh non”, se dit-il, “je déteste voir une femme pleurer”. Il pensa à s’éclipser discrètement quand un rayon de soleil vint dévoiler le visage de la femme qui pleurait. Guenièvre. Mais que faisait-elle là ? Il avait beau ne pas l’aimer et avoir du mal à la supporter, il refusait de la laisser pleurer ainsi toute seule. 

Il prit une grande inspiration et se rapprocha d’elle en faisant un peu de bruit afin que Guenièvre ne soit pas surprise de le voir arriver. Elle releva la tête et s’essuya les yeux aussi rapidement et discrètement qu’elle le pouvait. 

- “Oh mon ami, que faites-vous là ? Vous me cherchiez ?” demanda Guenièvre en prenant un ton amical et en souriant malgré le fait qu’il était clair qu’elle n’avait pas envie de sourire.

-”Guenièvre, que se passe-t-il ?”

- “Mais rien, mon ami”.

Il secoua la tête. Elle n’avait donc pas appris à mentir lors de son séjour au camp de Lancelot. A cette pensée, il comprit.

- “C’est Lancelot, n’est-ce pas ?” demanda-t-il doucement.

- “Euh... je...” balbutia-t-elle.

Elle n’était pas sûre de pouvoir lui en parler. Que savait-il ? Qu’était-il prêt à croire ?

- “Je m’inquiète pour lui aussi” lui assura-t-il en s’asseyant contre l’arbre à côté d’elle. 

Un silence se fit entre eux. Elle prit le temps de l’observer à la dérobée. 

- “Vous l’aimez ?” demanda dans un murmure le roi de Bretagne. 

La reine ne répondit pas tout de suite. Elle prit le temps d’y penser et de formuler sa réponse. Elle prit une grande inspiration :

- “Je croyais l’aimer. J’aimais l’image qu’il renvoyait. J’aimais l’idée d’avoir un homme qui m’aimait.”

Arthur acquiesca. Il comprenait ce qu’elle voulait dire. 

- “Mais Lancelot... le Lancelot d’aujourd’hui... ce n’est pas l’homme que je m’étais imaginé. Ce n’est plus l’homme que nous connaissions. Quelque chose en lui a changé”.

Arthur ne dit rien mais il plaça délicatement sa main sur le sol entre eux. Guenièvre comprit et plaça sa main sur la sienne. Il serra doucement. A ce moment, ils se soutenaient et se comprenaient mieux que jamais. Une petite éternité passa sans qu’aucun mot ne soit échangé. Guenièvre fut celle qui brisa le silence en demandant d’une voix peu assurée et légèrement tremblante :

-”Et vous ? L’aimez-vous ?”

Sa seule réponse fut le hochement de tête d’Arthur. Ils fixèrent tous deux le ciel d’un bleu éclatant. “Oui, je l’aimais”, se dit Arthur une dernière fois. une dernière faiblesse avant de devoir reprendre son rôle de roi.