You stood beside you were dressed in white standing beside the prince, you were forced to marry chosen not by love, but by treaties and war-worn politics. A symbol of peace.

Sir Lancelot watched from the shadows, fists clenched, jaw tight.He had sworn loyalty to the crown. But not at this cost.

Later that night, you found him in the garden, waiting—silent, burning.

“Why didn’t you stop it?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer at first. His voice came low, broken.

“Because if I destroyed everything for you… I feared you’d hate what was left.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “I never wanted peace. I wanted you.”

His hand brushed your cheek. “Then I was a fool.”