She Has The Fire Of A Warrior Within Her

My Dearest Guinevere---

Only, you are rarely called by your full name right now, are you? You are called merely "Guin" or "Fire" in this, your sixteenth summer. Only two call you Guinevere right now, but in a few years many will call your name.

Where do I start in telling you so many things? I seek to ease your way and tell you of the things we will have learned and will continue to learn.

The first and most important thing I would teach you is to never feel shame in the person you are. Yes, others of the peoples are frightened of you, but that is not something to hang your head in shame over. You will become who you are meant to be and you must feel pride in that. You are the first woman of the Celtic people and you have duties and responsibilities to the people, to your father and to the land itself. Yet, please do not forget that you also have responsibilities to yourself. You cannot be all things all of the time, and there is no shame in letting yourself react or feel once in awhile. Do not close yourself up deep within yourself, even though I know how hard it will be not to. First and foremost, you are a living flame and you deserve to be true to that fact. Let yourself react to things, let yourself show emotions. Doing so will not make you any less of a warrior. There will come a day when you find a deep and soulful love and they will love you for everything that you are.

Secondly, whilst our father is a very wise and powerful man, he is not always right. He will have the best of the intentions, but he will not always know what the cost his actions may have in the future. He loves you dearly, darling Guin, and has many plans for you. All I can ask is that you don't acquiesce to everything he wishes of you unless that you indeed feel it is in the right for you and who you are. Please, Guin, do not let your love for your father blind you to the ways of the land. Do not let his convictions always speak for you. If you do not feel strong about something, do not take that action. Our father is right in that you have a great destiny to fulfil, but believe me when I say it should never take the place of the person you wish to be. You can fulfill your destiny without betraying yourself.

Most Romans are not to be trusted, Guin. However, it will be the cruel and torturous actions of one Roman that will lead you to the eyes and hearts of the two men that you have spent countless years watching and will love until the day you die. Embrace them both as they will balance you out, and will act as a balm between the two of them. The King and the Dark Knight are the two whom your father has spoken of in your future as far back as you can remember.

These two are very stubborn and obstinate, Guin. They are both two edges of the very same blade. Please, try not to be too hurt when Lancelot cuts you with his glares or tells you that he would have left you in your prison with Marcus. He doesn't mean it. Your presence among the knights of Sarmatia and their commander with cut Lancelot like one of your daggers. Be kind to him, Guinevere. He is very much in love with Arthur and the fact that Arthur seems to share the same feelings for you as you do for him will hurt him deeply. Lancelot is a good and loving man, Guin. Do not be afraid to show him your fire...and don't be afraid to try to earn his respect. As for Arthur, he has a hard road ahead of him and isn't quite as sure of himself as he likes to make his men think he is. Be patient with him, my dear Guin. He takes a great deal upon himself and takes the blame for actions that are not his own. He loves Lancelot as much as the Dark Knight loves him. He will worry that he is not good enough for Lancelot, or for you and he will torment himself with the feelings he has but will not act upon. It will be your love that acts as a bridege between them, Guinevere. I know you don't understand that at this time, but know that you will love both of them very deeply and you MUST tell them BOTH as soon as you become aware of your feelings.

Times will not always be easy and there will be very few days in the beginning where the three of you will be allowed to be safe and happy in your love for each other. Please, and I cannot stress this enough, please understand that it will not be your doing. When things get hard, do not be so quick to assume that you are coming between the two men that you love. Having thoughts like these and blaming yourself for things that you cannot change will do nothing but cause them, and yourself, pain and despair. Thinking that you do not belong and seeking to bring them closer together and then disappear into the war-torn lands will do nothing but cause them anguish and lead you to your death needlessly. No matter what happens or what it seems like to you, Guinevere, Arthur and Lancelot do indeed love you very much and want you with them. You will become a very deep part of them and they will not want you to remove your presence from their lives. Do not act the part of the martyr, Guinevere. It will do nothing but cast mud on the feelings that they have for you and make them think you love them less.

Do not doubt your importance to them, Guin, and do not allow them to doubt their importance to you. I know you, and I know you will do everything to protect them...but quit trying to protect them from yourself. They will know that when the wars come, you will fight to the death for them...but they need to know your love in times where there is no blood as well.

The battle on Badon Hill will be a turning point in your life Guinevere. I tell you now, do NOT attack Cynric face to face on the battlefield for the pain he will cause those you care for. Do not face him in close quarter combat, do NOT! If you must attack the bastard, stay on the fringes until you can get a clean shot with your bow. If you do not follow my advice, you will cause Arthur to come close to losing the man that holds his soul. Lancelot will leave a safe battle to come to your aid and Cynric will fire a bolt from his crossbow into his chest. I held Lancelot on that battlefield, Guin. I felt his life ebbing away and I screamed at him to hold on. I held him, fighting to keep him with us and I watched my tears fall onto his face. You do NOT want to experience that fear, that loss, Guin. Trust me on this. There is nothing more painful than to let one of the two men you love fall into his own blood because he had been trying to save you.

If you find that you cannot avoid battle with Cynric, make sure that you draw him to the edge of the battle so that niether Lancelot or Arthur are able to see what will happen. I know you feel that you can beat anyone in battle, and for the most part you can. However, you cannot defeat Cynric. He is bigger, more powerful and more knowledgeable in the type of war you will be waging on that Hill. If your stubborness and pride will not allow you to avoid the Saxon, then please, by all of the Ancestors, do not let those dear men see you face your death. Do not put them through that pain and that anguish.

I don't know what more I can tell you, except to be honest and aware when it comes to the way you interact with the King and the Dark Knight. They love you as much as you love them. They will want to protect you as much as you want to protect them. Let them. Show the same respect for their feelings for you as you would expect them to show for yours. Do not avoid them or hide when things get tough and you do not understand what is happening between the three of you. Talk to them, comfort them, and allow them to comfort you.

Remember these things I have learned and also continue to learn from those experiences. Share those experiences and dreams with Arthur and Lancelot. If you stick together through all of this, I am confident that the three of you will make it through and cdome out all the stronger for it. Hold on to your love, Guinevere --- your love for them and their's for you. Do not allow your pride, your stubborness or your fears cast a cloud on what the three of you will have when you are with one another. Do not allow their worries or fears to cause dissent between you, either. Hold on to both of them and make sure to communicate clearly with them. You cannot hope to know what the other is thinking or feeling unless you keep the fires of communication open between all through of you.

If you remember to do all of these things, the three of you will be the best caretakers that this land has ever had. Love each other, hold each other and stand strong with each other. If you do these things, none can ever come between you.

Honour yourself and also your ancestors. Honour Arthur and honour Lancelot.

In Love and Cherished Memories,
Queen Guinevere of Briton



Words: 1,715
Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" Movies and Mythologies

I do believe in an afterlife... in another world beyond this one. I have been taught about it since I was a child and I see no reason to have doubt in such a thing now.

Now, when we need to believe in something beyond this life more than ever before.

There must be something beyond this life or else they never would have given Lancelot back to us when it appeared to all that he was dead and beyond our reach.

No, I believe in the afterlife.

What do I expect to find when I get there?

My mother... Dagonet... the people we have lost in this damnable war with both the Romans and the Saxons.

Peace.

I expect to find peace.



Muse: Guinevere Castus-DuLac
Fandom: "King Arthur" Mythologies
Words: 123

I would travel back in time---but only far enough to prevent what happened on the day of the battle with the Saxons. I would do many things differently than what I had done. Above all, I would make sure that Lancelot would never have had to save me from Cyric. I would somehow have kept him from either seeing me go down under the sword---or I would have attacked the Saxon in an entirely different manner.

I should have had the common sense to not to try to fight that Saxon bastard in such a close proximity. I knew he out-weighed me by far more than I could ever hope to match, but when I saw his face...when I saw his face, all I could focus on through the smoke and dust of the battle was the hated face that had caused the death of a gentle warrior like Dagonet.

My rage overwhelmed me and caused me to act rashly. Without thinking, I attacked Cyric with my hatchets---when I should have instead attacked him from yards away and let my bow do the job for me.

I remember the blow that cut into my shoulder and send me to the ground. I wasn't afraid to die...but at that moment, I wanted to live more than anything. I had Arthur, I had Lancelot...and I wanted to be able to hold them and tell them everything that had been in my heart. At the very least, I wanted to be able to tell them goodbye. As I felt the blood slowly move down my shoulder and my side, I saw Cyric prepare to deliver the deathblow with his sword. As his sword came down at me, it was connected with a sudden clanging sound by a barrier that lay between him and me. His sword had been blocked by one of Lancelot's swords.

I didn't know that Lancelot had even seen what was going on. The times I had checked on him and on Arthur, they had had their hands full with several Saxons---and appeared to be handling themselves quite well. I had never even seen Lancelot arrive. They fought for a few moments and it looked like Lancelot was going to destroy him.

What happened next is burned into my memory and I will see it until the day I die.

The Saxon somehow got a hold of one of those damn crossbows they were fond of and an arrow suddenly sprouted from Lancelot's chest. I know I cried out, and I saw Lancelot throw his sword---embedding that deep into Cyric's chest. I didn't care about the fight after that. I knew Arthur was doing well...but there was no one but me to watch over Lancelot and make sure he would be protected from those that would defile his wounded body for sport. I was not about to let ANYONE touch him.

When they carried him from the battlefield and to the rooms, Arthur and I went with him. We stayed at his side throughout everything, leaving only when they forced us to sleep or when we had the wedding ceremony. Arthur and I wanted to wait on the ceremony, but we were told it would show that we were all united as one people if we did it while the battle was still fresh in everyone's mind.

After that, Arthur and I never left Lancelot's side. I watched one man I loved hover between life and death---and die more than once. I watched the other man I loved refusing to eat or sleep (well...so did I, I guess) and just stay there with his best friend. He started losing weight and looking a little bit grey.

It should have been my chest that was pierced on that day. I should have been the one to almost die that day. If given the chance, I would travel back in time. I would go back and change what happened during that clash. I would give my life itself to spare my love the pain and confusion he has gone through since that fateful battle.

I would throw myself between Lancelot and that damn crossbow bolt.

I would die to spare Lancelot everything he has gone through...and to spare Arthur all of the fear and the grief and the pain he endured as he sat beside Lancelot's bedside.

I would change all of that to spare the men I love all of that pain.


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" movies and mythologies
Word Count: 748

My thoughts on love are quite simple.

Love is important and I would do anything to protect and defend those that I love.

There are many kinds of love in our world and they are all important in their own way. There is love for father, tribe, country and mate.

Merlin. Celts. Briton. Arthur. Lancelot.

These are the things that make up my world and my life.

If we are talking about specific types of love, then that is where passion and love can often get confused or even blend together.

I am in love with two men. They are in love with me and with each other. When the three of us act together, we are nearly unbeatable in anything. Arthur and Lancelot complete parts of me and I have been told I am their missing piece, as well.

I would do anything and face any enemy to keep them safe. My love for them makes me stronger and gives me additional impetus to fight and survive. It gives me additional reason to fight for the freedom of my country. It makes me fight that much harder and makes me that much more determined to gain victory in all that I set out to do.

Love is a strength, never a weakness; never a burden.

Love completes you and makes you whole.

Those are my thoughts on love.


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: "King Arthur" movies and mythologies
Words: 229

I am Guinevere Castus-DuLac.

Warrior of the Celtic people. Daughter of Merlin. Beloved of two strong and honourable men. War leader.

I'm a fighter, the first woman of my people, and I have no problems with leading my warriors into battle for the things that are important to us or that we believe in. I will also go into a fight by myself in order to safeguard the things that I hold dear.

Freedom and Briton are just two of the things that I will fight and die for. Arthur and Lancelot are right there, as well. I would give my life for either of theirs.

The land is my blood and the men are my soul.

I'm Guinevere.


Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: King Arthur movies, books and mythologies
Words: 119