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"This isn’t the castle...what has happened?"

Shock. Pure and utter shock and a shiver are what go through Guinevere when she realizes she's not in the corridor of Camelot she meant to turn into. She grabs at her wrist, looking down when she notices the cool metal there. This was no part of the castle she'd seen before… but she didn't remember being taken away. It must be the work of magic, though this was no magic she had seen before.

She steps forward, examining the object on the pedestal that almost demanded her attention. The Tablet was an odd thing indeed. She didn't quite understand its purpose and poked at its interface for a few moments before shifting her attention.

"Merlin?....Gaius?" She yelled out into the echoing room as she approached the walls, palm first. "Where in the world am I..."

Up until then she was able to maintain that semblance of stability, but when no voices returned her call and she slipped down to the floor and let the tears flow unchecked. It reminded her of being in the dungeon, locked away and kept all alone away from everything with nothing to look forward to but an execution.

"Morgana...Arthur. Anyone!" She says through the sobs. "What is it you want of me? I have nothing of value… I am just a servant."

She hangs her head, fiddling with the Tablet in her lap. Everything about this place is so foreign to her, it’s hard to calm herself down and think. But then she remembers Morgana, one of the strongest people she knows, and thinks of what she would do in this situation. It helps her to take a few deep breaths and stand up off that cold metallic floor, shoulders back and chin up. The regal strength of a lady of Camelot; she would need to thank Morgana once she saw her again.

"My mistress is Morgana, Ward to Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot. My mistress and my king do not take kindly to kidnapping, but I assure you they will come for me." She said into the cold room, keeping a tight seal on the nerves that threatened to make her voice shake. Her hands clutch the fabric of her dress and the tablet at her sides, her eyes glassy with the fear she tried to suppress.

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She catches a bit of his meaning, though Gwen is hardly one for making assumptions. She simply sends him a warm smile in return.

"Camelot needs more like you in its service."

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"That's kind of you to say. My lord King Arthur is a worthy man; it does me more honour to serve him."

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She pauses a moment a hearing Arthur's name with 'King' in front of it. She smiles brightly in response, glad that her hopes for Arthur's rule come to fruition.

"I'm glad to hear it. Is there a Lancelot among your ranks?" Guinevere cannot help but inquire.

[crophisownrose.livejournal.com]

"--Yes, he--unfortunately, yes."

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"Unfortunately?" That sentiment struck a nerve with Gwen; her comment is a little defensive. "The Lancelot in my acquiantance is admirable." aside from the whole lying to become a knight thing... that's probably Merlin's fault.

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Sagramore, to his credit, catches on pretty quickly to the fact that Lancelot a) is somewhat different in her world, and b) means something to her, and he backtracks fairly smoothly. "I have no doubt of it. He fights valiantly."

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Gwen's still a bit wary of that, but it will do to calm her defensiveness.

"Indeed. Perhaps our homes are more different than the passage of time."

[crophisownrose.livejournal.com]

"He pays you a great deal of honour."

fyi, i'd prefer it if she didn't find out she's the future queen.

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Have another surprised Guinevere. She's not entirely sure how to receive that information. She had always been certain she'd never see him again, or if she did the circumstances would be different and she would be less significant. Circumstances change and Gwen's making a point to not hold on to things that have happened in the past.

"Does he? Well, I have not seen him in some time myself. Our paths are unlikely to cross again in my Camelot."

She changes the subject. Sagramore has given her much to think on. "I thank you again, sir, and I will be sure to send word once I have found my mistress and settled."

okay! he wasn't going to tell her anyway, since he thinks that would be kind of awkward.

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"Of course." He bows to her again; takes her hand and kisses it, as gallant as any knight should be. "I wish you well, my lady."

thanks! it's already awkward enough as is lol. i'm waiting for arthur & mordred to argue more, ngl

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Impressive, Sagramore. She returns the bow. "And to you as well, sir."

it will be -awesome-! i'm just waiting for sagramore to humiliate himself by passing out drunk.

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"Thank you."