For Love

Author: archaeologist_d
Title; For Love
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Gwen/Lancelot
Character/s: Gwen, Lancelot, Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Even though each step was an agony, Lancelot walked away from Guinevere, sacrificing himself for her.
Word Count: 320
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 501, sacrifice
Author's Notes: unbetaed, from the episode Lancelot and Guinevere
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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As he walked away into the night, nodding to Merlin in a final farewell, Lancelot couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing after all. To leave everyone behind. To leave her behind. Much as he tried to think of her future and the sacrifice he was making for her sake, still he looked back one last time at Guinevere.

Nestled in amongst the tree roots, exhausted from all the tumult and mad desperation of the last few days when she had been held captive by the evil Hengist, even asleep, Guinevere looked an angel. Perfect in form, her sweet face softened with sleep, Lancelot could also remember of her fierceness, her determination to do the right thing and he loved her all the more for it.

But Lancelot knew mere love that wasn’t going to be enough. Not for her. She deserved so much more.

She certainly deserved more than a poor sell-sword who couldn’t even find a way to rescue her.

Much to his shame, it had been Merlin and Arthur who had done the rescuing. Lancelot merely made things worse, causing her recapture and forcing her into that dreadful cell with the ravenous wilddeoren. She almost lost her life then, and it would have been Lancelot’s fault.

No matter how much his heart wanted to keep her safe, it was clear that it was Prince Arthur who would shield her from harm, and not him.
It was clear, too, that Arthur had feelings for Gwen, and could offer her so much more than Lancelot ever could. Wealth, status, and he would keep her safe as Lancelot could not.

Resigned, Lancelot turned then, melting into the dark night, each step away from her, an agony. But it was for the best.

If it made her happy, even if it cost him everything, Lancelot would gladly sacrifice his honour, his body, his very soul.

For Guinevere.