“No, I am a widow. On your honour, Sir, don’t call me Queen"
Guinevere lived out the rest of her days in a convent, she didn’t speak to the sisters about her days as a young girl in love with a Knight or when she was Queen of a collapsing Kingdom, and they didn’t ask. Her years after the downfall of Camelot was filled with sorrowed thoughts; of her first & true love, the life that was stolen from her by destiny, the children she never had, the King who breathed his final days with another she named brother and a kind Lady whose heart grew cold that she had once called sister. In her final years Guinevere found peace in faith and regained spirit, though by then the once timid carefree girl with bright eyes was long gone.
↳ When I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it’s fair to say, in the language of your age, that I lived my dream. I owned the stage. Gave it a hundred and ten percent. I hope you have as much fun as I did.