[Fate] queen

Chapter 49

The familiar face disappeared inch by inch, and the coffin made a dull sound when it sank into the ground, burying Guinevere in the cold ground, Artorius also seemed to have lost his soul, and stood by her side motionless, quietly Staring at her cold tombstone, as if dead.

When Howard was avoiding his brother's pursuit, he couldn't help but quietly came to Great Britain. Originally, he just wanted to take a sneak peek at Guinevere, to know if she was doing well and whether she was affected by him, but he didn't expect that she had died .

Still with such a stupid reason, he was nailed to the rack of shame alive, and his reputation could not be washed away until his death.

As the elder brother, he failed to take good care of her. He clearly promised that Konis would see her happy, but he missed the appointment.

That was Guinevere, the only sister of the three of them!

Albert has become more and more unreasonable. The four brothers and sisters in the past have now left him standing alone at the other end of time!

He knelt powerlessly in front of Guinevere's grave, but what could he do?He has now been declared dead by Albert, and he can't even bring his sister's body back to Scotland.

"hateful!"

"Get up! Stand up for me! What kind of man are you like this!"

Howard was furious, and punched the man in the face: "You bastard! What have you done! I handed my sister over to you, is this how you treat her! How dare you hurt her!?"

"Get out of the way, Howard."

Auston's voice was full of repressed anger and vicious hatred. The knight drew out his sword. For the first time, his frantic blood was cold, and he could no longer feel how boiling it had been.

"madness!"

"Your illegitimate son, I must kill."

Artorius finally reacted, he lowered his head and laughed in a hoarse voice. "That's what I do."

That's right.This is the future he must achieve.

Burying Guinevere, Artorius returned to the home they had lived in—but without her, it would no longer be a home.There are traces of her existence in every place in the court, and her shadow is everywhere in life.

Guinevere's easel has been sealed for many years. She threw away all her longing for the outside world and looked at her husband wholeheartedly. She regarded their country as the only scenery that could affect her, and described a bright future.

The large portrait preserved by the painter not long after the wedding is still hanging high beside him. The wife in the painting is smiling gracefully at him, but he can no longer reach out to hug her.

Those unforgettable memories in the man's heart came one after another, following him like a shadow, making him extremely painful.

Guinevere stood in front of the bookshelf and looked down at something, then turned around and smiled warmly at him.Atorius looked at her figure almost greedily, not willing to blink at all.

"I have recovered from my illness, so it is my freedom to read whenever I want. This is what you said."

"Artorius, my king, what's the matter with you?"

Guinevere seemed a little puzzled as to why her husband had such a rare expression, and after thinking about it, she began to smile, her brows and eyes became clear, and her thin figure seemed to disappear into the air immediately: "Are you still going to say something stupid? You are the only one who can occupy my eyes for a long time."

The girl who was no longer a girl showed a shyness like a girl, and it was rare to boldly and straightforwardly express her feelings that were once difficult to express.

The sunlight came in through the stained glass window, and the virtual image melted like ice and snow. Artorius looked at the empty place, showing mournful eyes uncontrollably. palpitations, slowly replied:

"……I know."

In his calm tone, every syllable seemed so cautious.

Artorius knew that he was dreaming, otherwise, how could Guinevere appear in front of him, and how could she see him again.

She should have hated him.

She tried her best to protect his ideals and beliefs, but he was the one who gave Morgan the chance to hurt her, and he was the one who gave Mordred the chance to kill her. It was he... who failed to protect her well.

Every day, every day, suffering in this kind of life, Artoris slowly watched Gladys grow up, but he was also more and more afraid of loneliness.The noble, sacred and well-known King of Knights never knew what it was like to be lonely before, but since the moment he lost Guinevere, he finally understood.

No one will love him like Guinevere Pendragon, no one will make Artorius Pendragon love her with all his heart.No one will pay attention to whether the man Artorius Pendragon himself is happy or down. Even if he is, it is not Guinevere, not his beloved wife.

Their daughter Gladys became more and more like her mother, and those clear sea-colored eyes often reflected his distressed figure, reminding him what a terrible man he was.

Artorius had innumerable dreams intermittently.

At that time, he liked to compete with the knights, and Guinevere sat on the sidelines smiling silently, focusing on him the whole time, unable to accommodate other scenery.

Her mood was completely affected by herself in the dream.

That was his Guinevere, and he wanted to hold her hand until the end of time.He wanted to see the wrinkles on each other's faces, the hoarfrost on her black hair, the weakening of his own sword hand until it could no longer hold it.He wanted her to die happily in his arms surrounded by children and grandchildren.

This is how he wants to grow old with her.

"bring it on."

King Arthur passed his hand over, "Gurney, come with me."

The woman on the opposite side had soft eyes, and Artorius saw his own reflection in the ocean that had no reservations about himself, and he couldn't help but sink.If the blessing of the fairy in the lake is applied to this kind of place, it would be good.

Guinevere's eyes suddenly widened. Seeing her husband's serious eyes, her expression slowly lit up, her heart was gradually filled with a sour and astringent feeling, and her face couldn't help but overflow with countless smile.

"Am I going too?"

"You are my wife, of course I hope you will accompany me, otherwise I will just step on the water like last time." Artorius always acted particularly active in front of Guinevere, he heard When I heard my own voice, it was filled with sweet affection. "Besides, wouldn't Her Highness be worried? The fairy in the lake might not be able to resist keeping your king. At such a time, Her Highness needs to come down to negotiate and declare her sovereignty."

"..." The Queen of Britain was instantly reminded of being hugged and walking on the water by her husband's words. Her smile froze immediately, and she couldn't help becoming annoyed. She glared at him viciously: "...is that enough? ! Really annoying, you."

Artorius couldn't help laughing happily.

Realizing that she was disturbed by his teasing again, the wife couldn't help but give her husband a blank look, which was completely different from her shy expression. Guinevere took the other's hand generously and skillfully, and with his assistance Stepped aboard the ship.

Under the guidance of Merlin, Artorius and Guinevere came to this lake at this time, just for the sword in the hand of the fairy in the lake, and the other party did indeed bestow that sword to the King of Britain.

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and gently pressed her soft lips to her husband's forehead, praying devoutly: "May I retreat before you when disaster strikes."

"May you never be corrupted by disease."

"May you..."

This is his wife.

Love him, wait for him, respect him, let him want to spend his life with his wife.

What a happy life this is.

Artorius didn't care what God would think, he leaned close to her, clasped her waist tightly, tilted his head and kissed her.

All the blessings were forced to choke in his throat at that moment, and Gurney was frightened by him for a moment, only feeling that his thinking had stagnated.

Not feeling his wife's resistance, the man couldn't help deepening the kiss, conveying all the surging and soft thoughts in his chest about the other party to her.

By the time the kiss was over, the young girl's face had turned red, and a moving aqua color appeared in her eyes. Her body was tense and trembling slightly, and all she could hear was the loud roar of her own heartbeat. She couldn't even speak to him. It became extremely difficult.His face against the light has always been so good-looking, he is the man she has loved for ten years, and she is willing to trade everything for his happiness.

"What are you doing all of a sudden? Artorius!"

His wife's silly expression seemed extremely cute to Artorius, he rubbed her hand lovingly and happily, and kissed her fingers aggressively inch by inch: "I don't know, I always want to kiss you when I see you." Go down. Guinevere, what can we do?"

"You..." He saw his wife smiled helplessly, her eyes were tolerant and sad, and she looked straight at him without reservation: "It's not good to always be so willful, my king."

Hearing this, Artorius felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, and that bad premonition made him ask eagerly: "But you will always be by my side, right? ? Guinevere, we are husband and wife."

"I can't answer that question."

He saw his wife shaking her head, the other's eyes gradually infiltrated a bit of distorted indifference, those beautiful pupils that seemed to be filled with mist overflowed a bit of blood, seemed to contain cold and sharp, like a thousand years of coldness Unshakable as ice, but the voice is still soft and warm: "I love you, Artorius...but I don't want to love you anymore."

She withdrew her hand without hesitation, turned around and left, her slender figure was gradually engulfed by the dark mist.

Artorius stretched out his hand hastily, but caught nothing.He was suddenly in unspeakable pain, only felt that his chest was empty, and there were sudden bursts of cramps, as if he had lost his heart.

King Arthur woke up suddenly from his nightmare.

After sitting blankly for a long time, he slowly looked around his body a little bit dullly. It was an empty and cold place without Guinevere.

This slowly brought him back to reality.

In the still water-like late night, he sat quietly, covered his face with one hand slumped, looked at the silent room through his fingers, and let out a lengthy sigh.

Not far away, Gladys turned over unconsciously in his sleep and kicked the quilt away.Artorius slowly reached out and covered her again.

Artorius' eyes were clear and he was not sleepy.

He couldn't help thinking that when they first got married, Guinevere always seemed extra reserved, and tried her best to keep the distance between the two of them as far as possible even when they were lying on the same bed, so Artorius at that time He always restrained the desire in his heart, and always quietly lay down beside her while she was asleep.Later, this self-protective and shy girl finally opened up to him, fell in love with him, and was willing to lie in his arms and fall asleep with his intimate embrace. How happy he was at that time.

Now that they had a child, he had lost her.

I don't know if it's because God is too idle or bored, or because he can't see the victorious king having a good life, and subverting the whole world he lives in overnight.

Artorius really didn't understand, he never thought that someone would be so crazy.

This is what Merlin said, the future betrayed by everyone?Just because of the throne behind him?

What's so good about that kind of thing!

He lost his beloved wife because of it.

King Arthur didn't heed the advice left by Merlin before he disappeared, let Mordred grow up alive, and even killed his wife.

This made him regret it.

Every time he thought of this matter, Artorius's crumbling sanity would be eaten away again, and the hatred could not stop burning in his chest, roasting his soul inch by inch.

The author has something to say:

Happy Zongzi Festival.

Isn't it cruel to show affection in this kind of festival?Are you sorry for Qu Yuan?So let's happily raise the torches (.