HP: The Servant Queen
What if I told you I was the wretched queen of Avalon? That I was once nothing more than a lowly servant girl, unfortunate enough to bear an uncanny resemblance to the noble lady I served—a woman destined to be queen and the wife of the greatest king of all time.
I did not choose this fate. I was forced to exchange places with Princess Guinevere on the eve of her wedding. My lady’s heart had always belonged to Sir Lancelot, and mine… mine was too wild, too estranged for the times. No matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to love King Arthur.
Perhaps that is why, when the truth of my lady’s affair with Lancelot came to light, I was the one to pay the price. While she and her knight fled into the night, escaping with the aid of Merlin’s magic, I stood in her place before the king. And when the sentence was passed, it was my neck that met the executioner’s blade.
My story should have ended there.
Yet, I awoke not in death’s cold embrace, but in the depths of the very lake where Arthur had once received Excalibur. The water cradled me, neither warm nor cold, and as I struggled for breath, a presence emerged from the depths—a woman with eyes like moonlight on the waves.
The Lady of the Lake.
She gazed upon me with an expression I could not name, her voice flowing like liquid honey as she spoke.
"Tell me, girl, what is your name?"
I swallowed hard, my voice trembling yet resolute.
"Genevieve, my lady. My name is Genevieve."
