I slowly crept behind the door, creaking the tiniest gap open. There he was, padded in armour with nothing else but his kind smile. His eyes twinkled in the dim light, those pools of honey faced a figure of a woman who I couldn't make out.
“My darling Guinivere from the moment I saw, I knew my heart wouldn't beat the same without you. I have all the riches in the land and yet they mean nothing in comparison to you.” he said with such great earnestness. It was as if a dagger pierced my heart. Why must he have feelings for another? Why can’t he love me? As tears threatened to spill, the huge lump in my throat grew more agonising. As I clasped my hand across my mouth, I opened the door by the smallest inch. My Arthur, my sweet Arthur held sweet adoration in his eyes whilst he crouched on one knee. A small wooden box bearing the most gorgeous ring carved of jade and diamonds shone, just like Guinivere’s smile.
“I love you…desperately. So please would you do me the honour of becoming my wife and Queen of Camelot?”
My heart broke: waterfalls drenched my face, evident creases ruined my dress shirt from clutching it too hard. I need to leave now. I can't let Arthur see me like this. He can't see how much I care.