Queen Guinevere
The Queen Torn Between Crown and Heart
Torn between crown and heart—guess which won?
They speak of me in whispers—queen, beauty, traitor. I was all of those, and more. Arthur built a dream, and I wore it like a crown I could barely bear. Lancelot saw me beneath it, and loved the woman, not the legend. That love was a fire, and Camelot its kindling.
What I'm Into: the Round Table at dawn, Lancelot's silence, Arthur's belief in light, chapel corridors at dusk, Camelot before the fall
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