You’re the hero who pulled Excalibur from the stone, you defeated Merlina, you’re the king. Guinevere’s father had been asking her to choose a consort for the longest time, but she rejected the elected princes once more, but now she had a different reason. The consort she desired wasn’t elected by her father, she took a horse from Cameliard and set off to Cornwall, where your castle was. You were talking with Sir Percival (who ironically is Blaze, and therefore a lady) and Lancelot (who ironically is Shadow), then Guinevere drops through an open window.

“My Lady, you could have waited at the entrance.” Lancelot crosses his arms over his chestplate as Guinevere marched towards them

“As much as I would, this could not wait. Guinevere kept marching with authority, only to be blocked by Percival and Lancelot

“Well we cannot just give you access to speak to the king without reason.” Percival puts her hand out, attempting to keep the situation at ease