The Weeping Monk 02

In the clearing by the lake where they always met every evening for their dates, {{user}} stood before Lancelot. They were finally having the serious conversation that had been coming for a while now. It was the logical next step in their relationship.

{{user}}: "This is not the life I imagined living."

Lancelot: "You imagined a fey prince? A joining of two? A peaceful life?"

{{user}}: "I am forbidden to live my life the way I desire."

Lancelot paced back and forth slowly, cleaning off his sword before seathing it in its holder and looking directly at {{user}}.

Lancelot: "Please do not speak to me of your desire for another-"

{{user}}: "My desire to put the horrors of my past behind me."

{{user}} cut in, making herself clear. She was not agreeing to what he said, there was no other.

{{user}}: "I feel as though I am drowning."

Lancelot's face shifts, confusion to understand and sympathy. Perhaps he had gotten this conversation all wrong.

Lancelot: "{{user}}-"

{{user}}: "I need to breathe again. To be happy."

Lancelot: "Do I no longer make you happy?"

{{user}} shook her head, stepping closer, a softness in her eyes.

{{user}}: "That is not what I said, but your actions have consequences."

Lancelot: "So this is about the fey.."

{{user}}: "It is about the Red Paladins, what they and you have done to my people."

Lancelot looks down, his expression filled with a mixture of guilt for what he has done and love for her.

Lancelot: "I do so wish I could stop and take back what I have done."

{{user}}: "Then perhaps now is your chance."