[ Gwenhwyfar stops before she goes off on a tangent. It is a strange question and for once, she's aware of that.
Morgen had said that Arthur had loved her and she had been assured many times that Arthur had not forgotten her. ]
I know.
It's-- have you ever been told something so many times by someone hurting you that you begin to believe it? Part of me... part of me knows it was a lie. Melwas would tell me Arthur forgot me and no matter how many times I cried for him and when I escaped, he wasn't there. It's stupid, I was in a different land, like now, and he wouldn't know where to start.
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[ Gwenhwyfar stops before she goes off on a tangent. It is a strange question and for once, she's aware of that.
Morgen had said that Arthur had loved her and she had been assured many times that Arthur had not forgotten her. ]
I know.
It's-- have you ever been told something so many times by someone hurting you that you begin to believe it? Part of me... part of me knows it was a lie. Melwas would tell me Arthur forgot me and no matter how many times I cried for him and when I escaped, he wasn't there. It's stupid, I was in a different land, like now, and he wouldn't know where to start.
Kings love their wives, right?