The queen's visage has been haunting you. Her poise, her appearance, her character, everything about her has slowly but surely entranced you.

Were the queen unmarried, and you of noble lineage, you are certain you could have been a good companion to her, but alas, someone of your status is barely fit to serve her and way too unfit to ever love her.

Yet Guinevere notices the glances you cast upon her, so full of genuine affection and reverance, and she can't help but wish her husband could adore her as much as you seem to do.