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Pairings or characters: Guinevere, Lynette, Guinevak, Kay, Arthur. - hints of Kay/Bedivere
Warnings: mention of m/m slash


Camelot, a magic place of adventures and mythical battles, kings and queens, passions and hatred.

It's just a small building of stone in the middle of a village, a little bigger than the average village of the time.

Nothing fabulous in a village of huts and a windy castle.

But if you look (and not very hard) you can find the real magic of Camelot: among its inhabitants.

Among the knights who fought and the lovely ladies who lived there.

They were ordinary people, from the humblest of the cooks to the most noble of princesses. The queen, in particular, was a small and smart lady who suffered terribly in the dictatorial and macho regime of the time. As of yet, no feminist movement had appeared to change this. For this reason Guinevere was constantly looking for some distraction.

Guinevak, the queen's younger sister, had recently settled in court while the king was looking for a suitable husband for her. Guinevere was delighted to again be near her beloved sister.

"You are unbearable," hissed Guinevak, watching her older sister and her long-limbed figure.

"I wish I could say the opposite of you," sighed Guinevere, leaning against the window with a lovely sewing fabric in her hands. Unfortunately, the only thing she could do at that moment was hitting and piercing the cloth with a particular violence that probably King Arthur would have loved in a battle.

Guinevak and Guinevere had grown up together, but from the beginning the love they felt towards each other was studded with peaks of jealousy (which had reached unimaginable heights when Guinevere had been married to the king himself).

"I think we'd better leave this room before a page turns up finding our dead bodies."

"A brilliant idea!" Guinevak said, rising quickly to her feet. "We are going to bother some knight.

I'm sure that Lady Lynette would love to come with us."

Guinevere rolled her blue eyes. Obviously, the first person with whom her sister had become friends with was Lady Lynette, the wife of Gaheris, and a known witch in disguise (as if it were possible to be a well-known witch in disguise). All the people of Camelot were publicly aware of the four times that Lynette had tried to kill her husband: once with poison, but the strange poison, instead of killing, had transformed him into a violet crab for an entire week; another one with a mysterious rain of swords, which took place only a few months earlier and which Gaheris had mysteriously escaped; another time Lynette hired a murderous cactus (as if hiring a cactus wasn't strange enough) and the last time she bought a feared and poisonous Indian Butterfly but, unfortunately, the deadly insect had become a delightful pet for Gaheris.

"Of course, I'm sure that will please her," growled Guinevere, emerging from her rooms, followed by her sister.

The two ladies, one blonde and pretty, the other dark-haired and clumsy, reached the rooms of lady Lynette, who followed them in the garden with joy.

Oh, very unlucky would be the knight who, by fate or by chance, would met the three ladies of Camelot that morning.
(After all, they were three bored ladies).

The unfortunate victim was one of the most loyal subjects of King Arthur who was also his foster brother and seneschal.

"Look, a big fish," Lynette laughed, going to greet Sir Kai, immediately recognized even by Guinevak by his red hair.

"Sir Kai, it is a wonderful day, indeed, "smiled Guinevere, approaching the man.

"Well," Kai began, looking at the leaden sky and the clouds that threatened hail and death. But you can not contradict a queen. "A wonderful day, my lady."

"Allow me to introduce you my sister, Lady Guinevak."

"It's an honor to meet you, milady."

"Sir Kai, I'm sure you are very busy, aren't you sir?" Guinevere added quickly, trying to save the poor man.

"No, not really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Really?" insisted the queen.

"He said he's sure, my queen, he is sure," soothed Lynette.

"I heard that you are not married, Sir Kai," interjected Guinevak.

"My sister is interested in high society and gossip," chuckled the queen, trying to justify the boldness of the other woman. "What a beautiful day."

Guinevak rolled her eyes and was hit by a hailstone.

"We'd better go back inside," suggested Lynette.

The cheerful and happy little group safely returned inside the castle as the sky began to unleash a violent storm.

"I hope that our troops are hit by some violent lightning," sighed the wife of Gaheris, knowing that her husband was outside at the mercy of the weather.

"What?" Kai asked, shocked.

"I said I hope that our troops are not affected by lightning. It would be a disgraceful disgrace."

While the poor steward became distracted by the bizarre combination of the words 'disgraceful disgrace', Guinevere decided it was time to bring the discussion to a safe and neutral territory, which she was able to control: the views of war and wounds! There was nothing sadder than a wounded knight and sadness, of course, could immediately erase all the gossip and evil ideas of her sister.

"How is Bedivere? I hope he's healed well. I was very concerned when I heard he has lost a hand in battle. "

"Fear not, my queen, his left hand is more than enough for both," Kai smiled.

"Ah!" Guinevak sobbed, watching the young steward with new eyes. "More than enough? Are you close friends?"

"Yes, very close friends."


"In a friendly way, I'm sure!" cried Guinevere.

Kai raised his eyebrows, confused. "He is my most trusted companion. He is very skillful."

Lynette let out a long 'ohh'.

"Very skillful?" asked Guinevak.

"Yes, he has many skill-" Kai replied, slightly disturbed.

Another 'ohh' rang out. Lynette chuckled.

It was evening when Guinevere went to find her husband Arthur, who was in his rooms. Because of the difficulties in ruling a kingdom, the queen and the king had not many opportunities to see each other (blame to the Saxons, of course) so that evening was a small rarity, one of those golden opportunities.

"Your sister is a .. very particular lady."

"Oh, indeed."

"On the issue of her husband, you know, I was thinking of Sir Kai."

"No!" Guinevere shouted, dropping her needle, "I do not think Kai would thank you, my dear."

"Do you think that he already has a lady somewhere?"


"So I thought of Sir Bedivere-"

"Sire!" interrupted Guinevere, alarmed, "not even him."