myliferecordings
Nevermore would he hold me in his arms, or whisper sweetly in my ear in the still of night. I would never hear his voice again, or his laughter, or feel his lips against my hair. Gone forever were those loving eyes and the calm strength that supported me through every woe. He had become part of my own flesh, it seemed part of my very soul, this man whose outstretched hand I had once feared to take.
Britain would miss him, certainly. But Britain would have other kings. It was I, Guinevere who would not survive his passing, who would miss him a thousand times in unmeasurable ways. He was more than a king to me, he was my world.
Guinevere, Queen of Camelot. (via misspenylane)
12/12/11 at 10:56pm
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