Long, long ago, there lives a woman who became a legend.... This is her story, your story but not quite the one legends remember ...,..
A scourging heat rises all around you,sourceless flames closing in as their crackling fills your ears." Where am i" she said. She try to peer through the flames,but all she can make out are armored silhouettes around her, figures clashing in some awful battle. Her heart is torn between the urge to see more and a sudden fear of what she might find." Please what is happening? What is this?". She said. Dread seize her heart as a voice calls her name...." Guinevere? is everything alright?"
She shake her head to clear it,and as the flames in her mind's eye fade,she see her room in the humble kingdom of Carmelide. Servants bustle around packing her belongings into chests." Y _ Yes Father. I was just... thinking that I will miss this place terribly." Her father, king Loedegrance,waves the last servants out before turning to smile sadly at you." As I will miss you,my dear. It means more than I can say that you have accepted Camelot 's offer of betrothal." he said." You make it sound as though I had no choice ".she said.
You speak the words calmly, but your father's shoulders slump ashe looks at the packed chests around the room.
"I wish there had been another way. But with bandits and rebel king's still testing the fragile peace across the realm...Our kingdom needs this alliance with Carmlot's ruler. A permanent alliance."he said." I understand, I will do what I must do to keep our home safe. This betrothal was our best hope of protecting Carmelide. I've made my race with that".she said. At least that is what I hope she thought.