THIRTY-NINE
Guinevere washed and dressed in haste, so she had plenty of time to regard her own wan reflection in the mirror before asking it to show her Lancelot instead.
"I will take her outside the city, into the forest, and see that she does not return." His grim words and matching expression made her wish she hadn't spied upon him, but it was too late.
He'd saved her from a public execution, only to take her into the forest to kill her in secret, instead.
Guinevere had to face the truth. Her father wanted to kill her, her brother was too caught up in his new bride to care about her, and the man who'd saved her life intended to kill her at the first opportunity, for his loyalty lay to a crown she would no longer wear.
Her first thought was to run, but she knew her running days
