Pairing/s: slight mention of Gwen/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot
Summary: She counts them all. One by one.
Warnings: Spoilers for series 4 (maybe?)
Word Count: 165
Prompt: Prompt #3 - Scars
Author's Notes: I just couldn't stop thinking about how not enough credit is given to Guinevere and all she has been through.
At night, when she cannot sleep, when the cold of the ground seeps through her clothes and the darkness of the woods is too oppressive, a constant pressure against her body that she cannot push against (feels like choking), she keeps her eyes tightly shut and counts them. The red marks her life has made on the inside of her skin. The lines that heal but do not disappear. Like notches in a piece of wood.
Uther’s hatred. Her father’s death (cold fingers in her hand). Lancelot’s loving eyes. Morgana’s friendship. Morgana’s betrayal (blood red and still bleeding). Elyan’s silence. Fear. Loss. Pain.
Arthur’s kisses. Arthur’s loving words . Arthur’s anger. Arthur’s coldness. Arthur.
Like a river of blood, ragged edges she doesn’t want to stitch back together.
She counts them all. Over and over again in her mind. The scars, the wounds.
She is sweet, loving, nice and tender Guinevere. She forgives. She does, and she will.
But she cannot forget.