Thread: A Sinister Realm of Fables & Bloodlust (darkangel76 x Rauk)

Camelot, two years earlier... Guinevere walked along the long corridor of the castle, the air delicious with the scent of honeysuckle and lilacs. Spring was in the air, a seemingly joyous time as people busied themselves making floral wreaths and stringing up garlands that were a colorful array of several blossoms she'd seen blooming in the gardens about Camelot. A shiver ran along her spine despite the warmth that hung heavy in the air. Rubbing at her bared arms, she wondered if it was just the discomfort of knowing that the old rituals still lived among the common folk of the kingdom, that despite her arrival, the people still clung to their old ways. She frowned slightly, a tiny hand moving to tug on a dark braid that cascaded over a slim shoulder. She supposed she couldn't expect these people to give up everything just for her just because her husband did. A tiny smile played on Guinevere's lips as she thought on Arthur, her tiny feet still moving her along the long, stony corridor. The man was definitely not what she'd expected. Though, when she'd left Lyonesse, she supposed she hadn't been certain what to expect at all really. However, the King certainly proven his worth and slowly, so slowly, she was realizing just how much he was willing to do for her. How much he was willing to give up and sacrifice. Her blue eyes glistened as a feeling of warmth began to grow deep inside. Perhaps this man did love her. It was often so hard to tell when kingdoms arranged a merger. However... Just then, Guinevere heard a sound behind herfootfalls, so light she almost didn't notice them. She turned around, her pale eyes meeting the dark ones of Morgan, Arthur's half sister. Hello, my lady, Morgan spoke gently. Her voice was soft, but rich and full of a giddiness that made Guinevere bite down on her lower lip for a moment before giving the priestess a smile. Good day, Guinevere answered, curtsying low, her blue satin gown billowing about her small frame like the most delicate flower in one of the surrounding gardens. Morgan just laughed lightly. Oh, do stand up, sister mine, she said, a smirk playing on her full lips. No need for such formality. Not with me. After all, we are sisters now, you and I. Guinevere smiled. Though the priestess made her a bit nervous given that she still clung to the old ways much like the common folk of the realm, she had to admit it felt nice that she called her 'sister'. Being an only child was so lonely and Morgan had greeted her with open arms. Arthur had seemed to approve of this from what she could tell, so she embraced the idea even more so. We are indeed, Guinevere said brightly, her lips curved upward in a broad smile. Slowly, elegantly, she stood up, her cheeks slightly reddened as she looked into Morgan's dark eyes. It also means we can share our darkest secrets, Morgan added, moving to link her arm with Guinevere's. The priestess flicked her fiery hair over a pale shoulder, her skin contrasting starkly against the dark fabrics of her gown. I'm sure you have several, yes? A lovely girl such as you. Guinevere's blush deepened and sucked in a sharp breath, gasping slightly. Oh, goodness no, she said, a hand moving to cover her chest. I'm afraid I'm rather dull. There isn't much to me you don't already know. Though if I do learn any secrets, I shall share them. Morgan nodded, her smile growing slightly. I see. Though, you are young. Give it time, she said, patting Guinevere's arm. I suppose I should share mine. Guinevere's blue eyes widened. You have secrets? she gasped, smiling and giggling a little. Of course, Morgan said with a laugh. Several. Can I trust you with my darkest secret, I wonder... she said, her voice trailing off. Oh, yes, yes you can, Guinevere said with longing in her voice. I'm your sister, Morgan. You can trust me. I promise not to tell anyone. Morgan smirked. Darling, first I must ask you... are you still pure? Have you... again, her voice trailed. Guinevere's face reddened deeply, the blush sweeping along her neck and over the swells of her breasts. Oh. Oh my, she gasped, her breaths suddenly coming short. No, we have not yet lain together, she admitted. She'd only been in Camelot for a short time and Arthur had refused to pressure her, something she'd been grateful for. I... I'm still a virgin. Morgan stopped in her tracks and moved to stand in front of Guinevere who looked embarrassed as her pale eyes glistened with unshed tears. There, there, my dear. It's all right. When you're ready, she said comfortingly. Guinevere smiled at her words. Well, what I'm about to tell you must never be told to another as I'd broken the rules to a sacred rite. Her voice went low, a mere whisper. Guinevere nodded, her eyes going wide. She grabbed Morgan's hands, her expression intense. Though she knew she was about to hear something regarding the old ways, she knew this was important to Morganand thus Arthurso she let her feelings about such things go. I swear I won't tell a soul. I know I can trust you, Morgan said, her hand reaching up to touch Guinevere's cheek. The young queen just nodded. Well, a few years ago, during Beltane, I was asked to play the Goddess for the sacred fertility rites. It meant I had to sleep with the one playing the Horned King. She paused for a moment. I lost my own virginity that night. Oh, you poor thing. To do such a thing... Guinevere consoled. Well, Morgan continued. It wasn't all bad. In fact, the sex was quite good. Her own cheeks flushed as her expression went thoughtful, remembering the time from a memory past. Guinevere giggled softly, her hand moving to cover her mouth. But, after the ritual was over, his mask slipped and I saw who he was. We're not supposed to know, you see. Oh! Guinevere exclaimed. Did you know him? Morgan looked directly into Guinevere's eyes. I did, she said plainly, her voice an odd sense of calm. It was Arthur. Just then, Guinevere's eyebrows furrowed and nose crinkled. Wh-what did you say? Arthur, Morgan stated once again. Guinevere swallowed hard, shaking her head slightly. Surely she'd misheard the priestess only she knew that she hadn't. As she looked into Morgan's eyes, she knew that she'd heard the truth. Brother and sister had lain together and now, bound by a promise, she couldn't tell a soul. Her eyes welled with tears that suddenly spilled down her cheeks and the scent of the Beltane flowers permeated the castle corridors, overwhelming her senses entirely. I... I have to go, Guinevere stated, her legs shaky as she turned around and stumbled away. Morgan smiled as she watched Guinevere leave, clearly shaken and distraught. The girl wouldn't say a word about it to Arthur. She'd promised not to speak of it and she'd never break that vow. Giggling softly, she turned on her heels feeling triumphant and wishing to seek out Merlin. Yes, that girl would be ruined before all was said and done and Camelot would no longer be ruled by someone worshipping some strange false god.