A/N:Umm. This may not be exact because, according to the extent of my knowledge on the whole Arthur/Camelot period, it ended when he was whisked off to just bear with it, 'k?

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Lancelot, sick and tired of being a 'big 'boy', let his un-spoken words of hatred, sadness, vulnerability and emptiness roll down his weather-beaten face in the form of tears. Damn words played over and over in his mind, though never reaching his tongue or the ears of others. He was sure they were thinking the same thing though.

And sure enough, the same words were indeed playing over in Guinevere's mind. Though, she was not only blaming Mordred, but herself too. Perhaps if she hadn't run of with one of his beloved knights Arthur wouldn't have been worried about losing yet another close one, Mordred, to the venom of a serpent. If only he hadn't drawn in sword to was hard to break old habits though. Guin shook her head as her hands reached up to envelop her grief-stricken face.

Lancelot, out of the corner of his eyes, saw the blurred image of a woman. Her shapely curves were inviting but once the tears left his eyes and he saw the face of the curvaceous one Lancelot turned his face to the opposite direction. He felt ashamed and in the pit of his stomach, sick. How could one think of doing such things to a widowed Queen? The knight damned his manly hungers and once again damned Mordred.

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That night, as the Queen climbed into her bed, she felt a pang of sorrow as her legs touched the side of the bed that Arthur once inhabited. If only it was I could curl up on the heat and breathe him in. Guinevere considered it anyway, despite the fact that it would be cold, and was soon fast asleep on his pillow, dreaming of happier times and then of dark times. The widow did not sleep well at all.

Down a level slept Lance, the rejected lover. Through servants the whole kingdom had found out of his affair with the Queen and now she refused to speak to him or be alone with him, attempts at proving the rumor wrong. It hadn't succeeded in anything but upsetting the knight though as the King had asked Lancelot one night if the rumor was true; and instead of lying or answering truthfully Lancelot just blushed profusely before excusing himself. They said it was a coward who denied his love. And a coward was one thing Lancelot was not. The knight did not sleep well at all either.

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A/N: Okey..well that seems short but that's all that was needed there! Please if you HAVE to be mean, do it in a nice fashion, k?