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And he wanted to be with Arthur, much to his own detriment.
“Just so,” she said, spearing him with those strange glittering eyes, as if reading his thoughts.
“It is to the detriment of someone like Lancelot to be with a mortal like you.”
Every word was a hammer upon the spike in Arthur’s heart. He feared this inside his own consciousness, but to have the fear confirmed by one such as she—the closest family Lancelot had—it was devastating.
“I could not prevent his leaving to fulfill his destiny. And he had. He aided you in bringing peace and unity to these isles. Even the she-dragon’s machinations could not destroy it. Now that the threat is gone, it is time to let him go. You are tied through your shared life force, but there is a way to untie it.”
Arthur’s heart thudded sluggishly, as if it wanted to quit beating at the thought of losing his trusty knight.
Was this all it was? This obsessive magnetism between them? Was their physical chemistry amplified by the sharing of their life force?
“The red dragon is the key,” the Lady went on, seemingly unaware of Arthur’s inner turmoil.
“A piece of him is buried with his long-dead wife in the earth that supported his old home. Find it. Use its magic to heal yourself. And once you do, you will no longer need Lancelot’s life force to sustain you. You can set him free.”
Set him free.
Wasn’t that what Arthur wanted? Wasn’t that what Lancelot deserved?
“He is meant for much greater things than to tie himself to a lost king,” she said, once again reading his mind.
“The universe needs him more than you. Let him go, Arthur. Let him go…”
Her voice began to fade as the fog closed in.
And Arthur felt as if invisible walls were closing in as well. As if he was suffocating.
Dying…
When he awoke, it was the middle of the night.
He sat up as Lancelot came into their shared chamber, balancing a large tray on one arm.
“We missed supper again,” the knight said, his voice slightly muffled by the bulge in his cheek as he chewed on something in his mouth.
He swallowed before continuing, “I found the kitchen and retrieved some food from the ice box. It’s cold, but edible.”
Together, they made short work of the victuals Lancelot scrounged up, silent while they filled their empty bellies.
After, by mutual agreement, they fell back into bed. Lancelot tucked himself back behind Arthur, his cock between Arthur’s cheeks instead of inside him this time, arms and legs wrapped around Arthur like an octopus.
Arthur didn’t sleep, however, because he was afraid to dream. He didn’t want to meet the Lady again. Didn’t want to hear her words. Even though they stayed with him and took root.
He knew what he had to do.
For Lancelot’s sake, he would get it done.
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The next two weeks passed by in a blur.
Since the visit to the site of Caerleon, no one raised other places they specifically wanted to see.
Annie commandeered their itinerary and led them through a meandering journey across the north of Britain, then east, then finally south again. They saw ancient castles, though none so ancient as their own, except for Roman and Celtic ruins that survived the passage of time.
Lancelot enjoyed the sprawling landscape and majestic manmade structures, like towering cathedrals and intricate bridges. But he preferred to admire the man beside him above all other views.
