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Gwenivere waited in her room in boredom once again. She had heard news that it would be another two weeks at the soonest before Arthur would return. She decided she would use Lancelot once again.

She knocked at his door and heard him mumble. "Come in."
She came in and looked around. Then Lancelot came around the corner with his shirt halfway over his head and his pants undone. "Canin, I was not expecting you so soon." Gwenivere stared at him and moment until he had his shirt the rest of the way on. He blinked a moment and stared at her in horror. He immediately turned around and tried to fix his pants. "Gggwen. I was not expecting you."
She grinned at his back. "So I noticed. Do you need help with your pants?"
He turned red and she could see his ears. "No no. That is not necessary. I am quite capable of putting my pants on myself."
She licked her lips and decided to tease him. "Who said anything about helping you put your pants ON?"
He turned around and looked at her in horror again. "Bbut that would not be proper."
She smiled and took a step forward. "Who says everything must be proper?"
He blinked at her and tried to change the conversation. "So. What is it you wanted?"
She stepped forward again. "I want you."
He gulped and took a step back. "But we just met a few days ago."
She shrugged. "What does time matter? I want you and despite your protests you want me. This is your only chance. If you do want me, you have until I reach the door to tell me."
She turned around and began walking toward the door. When her hand reached for the doorknob, she felt a surprisingly soft hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and he put his hand on her face. "Yes Gwen, I do want you. I have wanted you since the day we met."
She nodded and looked into his eyes. "As I have wanted you."
Unable to control himself any longer, Lancelot wrapped his arms around her and started softly kissing her lips. Every bit of passion they had for the other merged into pure lust. It did not take long until both of them were undressed and began to make love. Despite having been married to Arthur for years now, this was the first time she truly made love.
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As Lancelot held her in his arms, Gwenivere bit her lip. "Lancelot, I have something I must tell you."
He lovingly ran a finger through the front of her hair. "Yes my love, what is it you wish to tell me?"
Biting her lip and trying not to cry, she continued. "I have not been completely truthful with you."
He looked at her face and continued playing with her hair. "What have you not been truthful about?"
She looked away a little, but he put his hand gently on her face. "About who I am."
He caressed her face with the back of his hand. "I do not care if you are not the daughter of a nobleman."
She bit her lip and tried to keep her eyes open. Why must he be so caring at a time like this? She shook her head. "No, that part is true. But my full name is Gwenivere."
He smiled and mouthed her name. "Gwenivere... Such a beautiful name."
She bit her lip again. "That is not all."
He rested his hand on the back of her neck and stared at her face. "What more is there?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I am Arthur's wife."
Lancelot pulled his hand away and stared at her with horror. "Arthur? You mean King Arthur?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, I am afraid so."
He stared in shock. "Do you realize what he will do to us if he finds out what we have done?"
She nodded sadly. "Yes I do. Which is part of why I do not love him."
He blinked at her. "You do not love him?"
She shook her head. "Not at all."
He bit his lip. "Then why is it you married him?"
She sighed. "I had only met him once. But he decided he loved me. When he proposed, my father begged me to accept. He was afraid of what might happen if I did not. He was afraid because of Uther Pendragon's reputation."
Lancelot stared at her. "Because you do not love him, you decided you would have an affair? Did you plan this all along?"
She shook her head, trying to force back tears. "No my love. I was merely bored and wanted someone to entertain me. I did not know at first you were so close to my age. And I most definitely did not know I would love you."
He sighed and looked at her. "I believe you. But why did you not tell me sooner?"
She looked away. "I was afraid. I knew you would never allow yourself to love me if you had known. I am horrible. I should go."
She started to get up, but he gently pulled her back. "No, my love you are not. You are right. I would not have. But now that I do know, I have no regrets. But how do we keep what we have done from the king? I do not look forward to facing his wrath."
She smiled a little. "Easily. We will hide it the same way he hides his affairs."
He stared at her blankly. "His affairs? If he hides them so well, how do you know about them?"
She grinned a little. "He may be king, but there are those who are more loyal to me than to him. He sees the maids as just servants. Occasionally he even decides to bed one of them. But I treat them like people. Therefore they always tell me of his affairs. As many as he has had, it is amazing the castle is not full of his b*****d children."