Kisah Guinevere Dan Lancelot Novels & Stories

“I guess you’re right. My mom was so happy and I didn’t want to disappoint her. For her sake, for Guinevere’s sake, I thought I could pull this off. But she must’ve sensed something and she focused all her attention and energy on Arthur. On my own brother… She left me when she was absolutely sure that my brother would be named CEO. So, once again, Lancelot lost Guinevere to Arthur… Centuries after, the history repeated!” Annalise shrugged. “Not quite. In the original story, Lancelot loved Guinevere… In this case, we cannot talk about love. I guess fate has a way of putting things together. This is how things had to go…” “I guess you’re right,” he added. “But, in this case, I don’t think we c

“Apologies but it might be a good idea to bring Lancelot home before the others find him first.” “That is,” Gareth agrees, “If they haven’t found him first.” “Has anyone even seen Lancelot?” Kaydence asks the group. “Hasn’t he been missing since Guinevere’s betrayal?” “He was never part of Mab’s order,” Bors confirms. “She only had 10 of us. Kay and Lancelot were lost during the battle, so she could not curse them at the same time she took all of us. I hate to be the one to say this but we need to use the beacon. We need to bring Lancelot back to us.” The knights begin to debate around us, discussing the benefits and potential pitfalls of using this option.

(Lancelot’s POV) I unsheathed my sword and get into my battle stance. 6 empowered intermediate beasts, huh? Luckily I remembered this scene in the novel where Cecilia would be attacked by the beast when she secretly went home to meet her parents. In the original plot, they fought the beasts for too long that the second prince realize her being gone and searched for her. Ultimately, the second prince would also put the blame of releasing the beast to Lancelot when in actuality, it was Avery who had done it.

He asked again, turning away from her briefly. "Hell yes! And he's getting married to my twin sister." When she saw his brow raised in query, she laughed and continued. "Yeah, I'm talking some biblical Rachel and Leah type of shit." She continued. Lancelot was amused by her case study, he was certain she had been told the story a long time ago and she had forgotten the sisters weren't twins. "Rachel and Leah were not twins." He noted. Turning back to her and seeing the look on her face, Lancelot wished for a brief second, that he could find it in him to laugh.

I closed the link. Minutes later, Lancelot appeared. I already knew from his look that he had heard the conversation. He was happy, and I knew it was from the news of Jared. “We are close to finding them,” he said. “I’m very happy about it,” he said, coming to hug me. I didn’t refuse the hug. “So he called me?” he asked, ironically. Amid problems, the rivalry between the two still remained. I knew that Lancelot would not miss the opportunity to talk about it. “I think he understood that you are part of it,” I said. “I mean, I think he understood that you are part of it but not complicit,” I said, laughing. “Anyway, let’s go?” I said, wanting to rush things. He agreed.

Perhaps he might reach out or provide her with a significant clarification regarding his circumstances. However, days transformed into weeks, and weeks shifted into months. And she had at last come to understand the heart-wrenching truth that Lancelot hadn't merely departed for a job. He had abandoned her. And he never glanced back. However, there was a rumor from Vivian's former classmate who had nonchalantly noted that Lancelot was seen with a woman. Her name is Bertha, and she is from Germany. Initially, Vivian dismissed it, persuading herself that it was merely gossip.

“What about me? All those nights? You saved me, cooked for me, stayed by my side—” His face hardened. “But you killed my sister.” Guinevere staggered back. “How… how do you know?” “You’re a murderer!” he shouted. “You also killed Lauren’s child! How can any man love someone who has no conscience?” Tears poured down her face. “I did all that because I loved you, Preston! Caleb told me that if Lauren’s child wasn’t his, I would have a chance with you!” “…And the first thing you did was attack a pregnant woman?” he hissed.

Her departure was unhurried, yet decisive like a door closing without a sound. Victory thrummed through Guinevere’s veins. Her lips curved slowly, deliberately, as realization settled in. ‘So she wasn’t untouchable after all’. The thought pleased her. ‘I’ve hurt her.’ Unbeknownst to Cleopatra, Guinevere’s sponsor, Robinsin in Verenna, had been quietly funneling tidbits about Calvin her way. Having recently finalized a business deal with him, Robinsin knew the critical details when he moved, where he went, how he lingered and left enough threads for Guinevere to spin a story perfectly suited to her advantage.

As a Hunter, he understood that the loss of those people in battle hit his heart differently. Compared to Guinevere, Rain was sure that he shouldn’t even compare to begin with. Rain had been doing his quests alone mostly, so he didn’t really meet that many companions. Seeing Guinevere’s bitter smile, Rain could somewhat understand her pain. Then her smile faded. “And now, after almost 700 years, they returned with a surprise. I did prepare for such occasions, but it seems that I was not prepared enough.” “My queen, what do you mean by that?”

According to legend, Excalibur was no ordinary sword; it was a weapon of profound magic and unmatched strength, symbolizing the divine right to rule. The story went that Arthur, a young and rightful heir to the throne of Britain, was guided by the wizard Merlin, who helped him come to his destiny. Some versions of the story suggest that Merlin led Arthur to the Lady of the Lake, while in others, she appeared to him independently, acknowledging his worth.