The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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Guinevere stood from her seat and passed the baby to the wet nurse, "Keep him safe," she ordered and then directed the woman to one of the secret passage ways hidden within the walls of her room. She held fear back as she watched the woman leave with the baby and she straightened her back. She fixed her black dress and turned back to look at Arturia, disbelief leaking in her brown eyes.
Arturia could tell that the woman had been afraid, maybe, and quite distressed because her hair was unkempt and even her eyes seemed tired, dark circle lining them. She took a deep breath as she looked at her old best friend. She missed her, and she was so tempted to drop her sword and hug her tightly, but she knew that Guinevere would not be so inclined to give up.
"I thought that you had died, I mean, one would think that after three times of attempted murder you would understand," Guinevere kept her head held high and a disappointed frown formed on her lips, "I thought that Lancelot had killed you the last time around."
"Sorry to disappoint you, milady," Arturia spoke as she recalled he sight of Lancelot.
Guinevere nodded as she took a step towards Arturia, "I see you got the sword. I assume you are planning to overthrow me, are you?" She blinked.
The blonde sighed and shook her head, "I do not want to hurt you Guinevere, and I care very much about you. I suggest that we fix this all up. Yes?" Arturia sheathed her sword and offered a hand.
Guinevere looked over the pale hand and then back up to Arturia's eyes. The green gaze was so warm and inviting—so forgiving and pure. She raised her hand and began to reach for Arturia's but then she closed it and shook her head, "All I wanted was to save Camelot! And you had to die... But you didn't."
"Guinevere."
"Arturia! You had everything! You had the love of Lancelot, a caring father, a kingdom at your feet! You had a sister and friends I wish I could have had! But now, when I have a kingdom and a child—you want to take it away from me? I worked so hard for all of this!"
Arturia dropped her hand and took a step back, "And what did you do when you wanted me killed? What did you do when you kidnapped me and took me far away to a place I had never been familiar with? You took away all I knew, Guinevere. You had the person that I loved try to kill me. You wanted me murdered!"
