Drabble: Turmoil
The tumultuous storm raged outside Queen Gwenhwyfar’s window with great crashes of thunder and dazzling streaks of lighting, like the turmoil now in her heart. Lancelot was standing before her with words of goodbye.
“Gwen, I cannot stay here any longer. Being near you day after day, unable to say what I feel has become too hard for me…and far too dangerous for you.”
“Please don’t leave me like this…again,” Gwen begged. They embraced and kissed for the very last time.
King Arthur walked in and saw the truth of their relationship.
And the storm that raged was only beginning.