Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26907930-20171115012818/@comment-30559258-20171117152120

“That crown isn’t yours!” Gwen laughed, as if she just heard the joke of a lifetime. After all, the way Mere strut around like she was already (or ever would be) queen, it was comical in her eyes.

“It never will be. You dare to talk about destiny and yet you’re nothing more than a sorceress and a priestess. Rebel all you want, but the rightful queen to Camelot is always Guinevere.” Gwen E. Vere. “Speaking of destiny, being unfaithful to Arthur is practically written in my legacy. But while my mother chose to leave Camelot, I intend to stay, Arthur or no Arthur. But as nice as his kid is, Ally just… understands me. We never had that. You and I, on the other hand, we bring out the worst in each other. And we’re both pretty awful people, so it never really ends well for anybody.”

And yet, despite all that, Gwen missed her. Misses her.