Drabble: Turmoil

[dame_margaret]

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

Comments

[meridian_rose]

This is fantastic and so very tragic. Also, very interesting interpretation of the prompt :D

[dame_margaret]

I'm happy you like it. Thanks for commenting.

[archaeologist_d]

I liked how the one time they were giving in to it, is when Arthur showed up. Great job.

[dame_margaret]

Talk about bad timing.

Thanks for your comment.