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Gwen stood over the blood-drained man on the dead-littered battlefield.  In the silence that comes after carnage, Gwen screamed out her hurt, rage, and sorrow for the dear life taken as her body swayed in anguish.  Clawed fingers clutched at wild hair and an indifferent breeze ruffled pieces of her tattered clothes.  She’d meant to ( Read more... )

I just noticed that four consecutive drabbles I wrote tell the story of Arthur & Gwen:

Things to Come - Arthur & Gwen become secretly betrothed

Tempest - Arthur & Gwen marry and Lancelot is devastated

Turmoil - Lancelot kisses Gwen goodbye and Arthur catches them

Too Late - Lancelot & Gwen pay the price for their affair with their lives

Funny, the way ( Read more... )

( His Scent )

Acrid black smoke rose from the courtyard of the citadel where the punishments had been carried out.  Two wood piles stood side by side, flames still issuing forth.  Arthur hadn’t wanted to kill them, but it was treason for the queen to be found in the bed of another man; it was the law.

The king had the ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Lancelot stood alone on the highest tower of Camelot as the thunder boomed and the lightning zigzagged its way across the dark sky.  He was soaked to the skin, but he didn’t care.  Perhaps he would catch a chill, sicken and die.  Or maybe, just maybe lighting would arc itself down and strike him dead or hit the tower and he would perish ( Read more... )

Gwen had never been secretive, it wasn’t in her nature, but she could do it.

Gwen was being secretive, but she was also very, very happy.  She smiled a lot and always seemed to be in a good mood.  Even Merlin wondered about her newfound cheerfulness.

Arthur and Gwen had met secretly in the lower citadel, and there ( Read more... )

Gray Sky

The gray sky hangs above all the people, walking slowly, standing sadly.  Flowers are strewn along the path to say farewell.  Brave faces on the two most distressed.  Her babe is gone; his son is still.  The would be more, but this was the first of hope to come.  Little boy, tiny box conveyed to the sleeping ground.  ( Read more... )

Her Tree

To most people in the kingdom it would be considered a plain, ordinary, unassuming tree.  To Gwen it was special.  She found the decades-old weeping beech tree in the Puzzle Wood years ago, and it became her own private place.

Under its umbrella branches, sitting by the trunk, Gwen came here to rest when work got ( Read more... )