Prologue
…I was so completely debilitated by your passion and punishments; I was enlightened–a prisoner, caged within the silent stone walls, yet somehow freed–just as I was a jailor; so then are we all, in some form or fashion. And I was wrought with a passion than ran through the valleys of my soul, compounding as it traveled, pounding on through my heart, and ripping through the fibers of my body; bearing my consciousness to the soil and raping it; forcing my desires to be concealed within this body alone–except in his presence.
It was not planned that everything that I was, be given so to another, yet, that is the course that my destiny planned for me. First, it was my body that was taken–broken–and so championed as the fairest of all the ladies of the land. My heart and my soul followed very shortly, as I came to be enraptured by the pains of my punishments; enthralled in the moments of my victories; and deeply moved by my constant striving to please the only one that mattered in my life: Sir Lancelot du Lac.
I confided in him, many times by letter, the secrets of my hearts and the painful moments that had beset me as soon as I arrived at Camelot. I confided in him, only to discover shortly after, the reasons why I was to confide in him; why I was so drawn to his presence and to his comfort; why I was so compelled–knowingly and unknowingly–to do my duties for him. Though with this later discovery, all hopes for a sanctuary within the stone of Camelot was gone, a fire within was lit that none could extinguish and my passion and lust for him exploded; and I strived daily to please him–for he was all that mattered.
Through the nights with him I discovered my purpose. I found a love and a bond that was not to be severed by any creation here on earth, or from the Heaven’s holy hand; and thus, I threw myself into my own destiny, jailed myself to him; chaining my body to his desires, and extinguishing my own motives; so that he could love me–and I him…
–Lady Guinevere
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