Lords of Camelot

Chapter 637 Destiny

The voice behind Davian was so abrupt, but Davian didn't care and reached out his hand to pull Merlin into his arms.

After gently spinning, Merlin obediently returned to Davian's arms. She reached out and stroked Davian's face, which really felt a bit like a kitten.

"You didn't find me using your clairvoyance, did you?" Davian asked with a smile, but Merlin just said that she saw Agrawen and Arthur on the way here, and after asking, she knew that Davian was here.

"But it's almost time. It's almost time for today's break. Speaking of which, where is Gareth? I didn't see her today."

Davian asked about Gareth's situation, but Merlin just smiled and asked how she knew. Her clairvoyance was only on Davian, and she didn't look at other people.

"You two are really in love~" Guinevere suddenly said this at this moment, and Davian of course replied with a smile, saying that this is only natural.

The two of them chatted with Guinevere for a while, until Arthur came back from his business there, then Davian let go of Merlin in his arms and stood up to say goodbye to the two of them.

Guinevere's eyes had become increasingly empty as she looked at them, but after Arthur invited her to dinner, she returned to normal.

By night, Arthur had fallen asleep beside her. But Guinevere still stared at the white ceiling with her eyes open. She looked very calm, very calm.

But she could still feel an inexplicable fire boiling in her heart. Guinevere always felt a sense of fear lingering in her heart.

A beautiful magician, an ever-beautiful person, she understood her husband very well, which was normal because he was the knight king who was raised by her and commanded all of Britain.

The handsome and extraordinary Knight King, an eternally beautiful man, blessed by the Holy Sword and its scabbard, immortal and indestructible, he was raised by a magician, and the two have a special connection.

A gentle, considerate, brave and skilled lord, Guinevere would never believe that there was such a person in the world before she saw him with her own eyes. Guinevere felt that he had a perfect soul, but God gave him an ordinary body to make him less perfect.

She was a princess, a princess who was highly praised in Britain. People praised her beauty, her purity, and everything about her. She had come to where she was now, step by step, amidst that brilliant light.

The princess married the Knight King, and the lord took on the mission to protect their relationship and their country together with the magician.

This should have been an enviable relationship. Even though this marriage was for the country, Arthur still treated her well. He did not treat her in a businesslike manner, but truly treated her as his wife.

This is an ever-beautiful city, an ever-beautiful country. This paradise is just like the fairy tales I have heard since childhood. And now I have become a part of this story. What a wonderful thing!

But... but Guinevere didn't feel like she belonged. When they were immortal and forever beautiful, she changed. Ever since she saw the woman who entered Arthur's room that day, her heart had changed.

Fear filled her heart, and her false wish of growing old together was destroyed. It turned out that he was not alone, and she was just accompanying him for a while. It was like a replaceable item. When the service life of the item reached its limit, it was better to replace it with a new one.

She would have no children, and she couldn't be separated from Arthur for the sake of the country, so what would she get in the end? Maybe... just a tombstone with her name engraved on it?

This was only a change in her heart; what was even more unstoppable was the change in her body.

Every day when she woke up from her sleep, only her face was slowly aging. Every time that happened, she was filled with fear... only fear...

At that time, she felt that the only person she could rely on was Davidian. He was also aging, but the passage of time could not take away his will.

That strong will that can make everyone around feel relaxed and happy.

Just like when he was in Kemrid, Davian's arrival was like this. He was like the warm sun and the cool breeze, and his mere presence made people feel relaxed and happy.

Guinevere liked the feeling of having him around; it was a feeling of being a fellow human being, the most beautiful thing a human can feel.

Yet he was a model knight! Yet he met Merlin first!

He would never be unfaithful to his wife. Sir Gawain once joked that Davian described himself as falling in love with Merlin only because of lust. But no matter what the reason was, Guinevere could easily see that Davian would never show any sign of being unfaithful to his wife.

Davian's love was so resolute, so deep, and so heavy as a rock. Guinevere had demands on that love that she herself was unwilling to admit. Sometimes she even hoped... hoped that the person lying next to her at night was not Arthur, but Davian.

When she had this feeling, she felt an even heavier pain in her heart because she knew that this was already a spiritual infidelity.

But every time this happened, she would feel a strange sense of joy. The purity in the eyes of the world had been shattered in her body. What those stupid people could see was just the appearance! She would sneer at the world and their stupidity.

Her ugly, radical ideas would not be exposed to the world. Sometimes, when she was at her empiest, she would even imagine what it would feel like when Davian hugged her...

Whenever she thought of this, Guinevere felt a kind of hatred and anger in her heart that she herself was unwilling to admit. When no one was around, she would even tear her hair out of this distress to vent her emotions in intense pain.

The hatred of losing something not because of missing it, but because of the order of things burned her heart and scorched her soul. Her emotions were wailing because of this, and her current fate made her feel deeply tortured.

That person couldn't even give birth to a child for Davian! He even had to adopt a child to fulfill his wish of being a father. Look how sad this is. If it were her, this would never happen. They could be a happy family.

However, at this moment, she still tried her best to control herself from thinking about these things, because what she couldn't get was not available. That person would not stop for her, and would not have any extra emotions for her. A model knight is a model knight, and he would never act emotionally when he should be rational.

Finally, Guinevere fell asleep slowly amidst all these complicated and disturbing emotions. But she still knew that her heart was falling into darkness and heading towards the edge of collapse.

Just before falling asleep, her goodness still prayed that she could exercise restraint, not letting the evil thoughts suppress the good thoughts, not letting her make a big mistake.

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