Who: Guinevere and her third Ghost What: A discussion with her third ghost When: 19th December Where: A park somewhere Rating: Wont be high Status: Complete unless someone wants to tag
Gwen rubbed her hands together, staring out at the trees. She was still trying to get use to this place, it was so different to home that she didn't think she ever would come to terms with what this place was like. Brushing a stray curl away from her face, she took a deep breath, trying to warm up. She had to get out of her room in the Welcome Centre, after all that place had only upset her. To see both her parents, to hear them saying they were proud of the woman she was becoming...she had to push back the tears again.
"Come now, there's nothing about you that they should be proud about," she heard close to her ear.
She turned quickly, knowing that voice. But when she looked it was gone, and she pushed the words to the side. She was just tired, imagining things. Sighing, she shook her head.
"You're losing it, Gwen," she whispered to herself.
She sat for a few more moments before shutting her eyes a little. She had to stop letting herself get worked up, it wasn't doing well for her mind.
"You know I'm right. A servant no one will remember. Especially Arthur. You think I don't know? I've seen him look at you in court, seen the smiles. You're nothing to my son. A passing fling, an urge he has to get over. And will get over."
She turned in the direction of the voice, and once again there was nothing again. But this time when she turned to face the trees there he was, sitting next to her. Every inch of him showed off the fact that he was a King, his crown firmly placed and that stare that made her feel as if he could see right through her. Of course, she knew it wasn't really him, but she was still slightly terrified of him.
"I do not expect him to remember me, Sire. I do not imagine..." she immediately stopped when his eyes met hers, making her shiver as she felt frozen in her place.
"Yes you do, you want him to remember you. You even want to be his Queen," he said, stopping for a moment to give a laugh. "That will never happen. You should forget about it now, and don't waste my son's time."
And then he was gone and her eyes couldn't leave the spot where he had been. After a few moments she pulled herself out of her trance, before reaching up, brushing away those few tears that had fallen.