Long time lurker, first time poster. I guess I’ve been reading this topic for over a year now, greatly enjoying both discussion and game itself. Just wanted to pay my respects! Thank you for this wonderful game!
As tradition of this topic dictates, as a token of gratitude for all the @jeantown’s hard work one has to present his Guen, so:
My Guen holds dear her memories of childhood, always smiling when remembering it.
She was lucky – her parents truly loved her and each other. Her deepest memories are full of laughter, smiles and hugs, and Guen always feels warmth when thinking about it. She remembers how her mother used to smell and how her fathers beard made her laugh when they hugged, the feeling of a happy family got deeply carved into her very soul.
She did not immediately understood when her mother started to feel worse. She remembers how their riding lessons transformed into slow walks in the nearby park, how her mother started reading on a bench instead of playing with her, and she will always remember the first day when her mother would not stand from her bed. Somehow, she would know right there that everything would forever change.
It was on a next day that Guen woke up with a purpose. When her parents needed knowledge, they would go to a library, so it stood to reason for her to do the same. She found many theological books which described miracles and artefacts capable of healing even the terminal illnesses, yet her father only petted her on the head, stopping her tears.
Since then, her mother was always sick. Sometimes, she would feel almost as good as before and she would spent all day with Guen and her father, she would dress little girl herself at the morning, play with her all day and dance with her father at the evening, she would drink vine and eat three times more then her beloved. She would feel good for a day and would fall deeply sick for a week.
Little Guen would spent all her time buried in the library, trying to find answers that she already knew. Her mother was slowly dying and there was nothing anyone could do about it. It was in that desperate period of coping with a future loss that she would reject light magic as insufficient and sneak into her fathers cabinet to find books on the dark arts. Oh, how her father scolded her later, how deeply worried he was of her actions. His books never gave her anything – manuals on finding and fighting witches were not the same as actual teachings of one. A week later he himself presented her an old runic tome, which described the very basics of magic. Not the dark magic per se, but basic spells formulas and ingredients description. “It’s better if you learn what’s right than waste your time on superstitions”, he said.
And so she did.
She didn’t really like to study back then, her active almost tomboyish personality trying to find some action every time she was close to losing concentration. With time, though, books became the outlet, the way to cope with stress and almost the only hobby. Yet, even after years of studying as diligently as she could, she was no closer to curing her mother than she was back at the first day she felt sick.
With all of her being she could feel her mother wither away a little bit more every day, and tried her hardest to be there for her. She would come to her chambers every morning and spend as much time with her as she could, often trying not to cry, often crying anyway. Her mother would always be there for here, even now, whispering of the Goddesses will and of a bright future for her Little Guen. Her father would sometimes join them, but far more often he would go on a hunt, letting his pain die with another trophy.
That charade continued for many month, until one day Guens mother wouldn’t wake up.
After the funeral, she felt empty and forgotten for weeks, praying to and cursing all the gods at the same time. She felt helpless and alone while her father dealt with some kind of uprising.
She blamed him for her mothers death and her own loneliness, and vividly imagined how she’s going to curse him with some magic she could barely comprehend. Yet, when she saw him in the courtyard, his armor in blood and gaze even emptier then her own, she understood how selfish it was of her to think so.
Since then, she did everything she could to spend more time with him. She read him his letters and wrote back the answers, sometimes even adding her own words to his. It was painful for him to talk about her mother, and so they mostly talked of his duties and politics, or just recent news. Her father had but one passion aside from family – battles. It was this passion Guen learned to share in order to see him happy again.
With time, she felt almost like she did back before her mothers sickness. Though she grew up and her father became far more reclusive, she always knew that she loved her and her mother and would never love anyone else like that. The same unconditional love that she felt many years ago was with her once more.
And so, the time of innocence continued. She read books and talked tactics, and at nights she wondered if she will ever be so happy as her mother was.
Of course she agreed to a wedding with Arthur, how could she not? She couldn’t bare to disappoint her father and had no reason to think badly of her future husband. He was young, honest and destined for a great future – the best party a lady had any reason to hope for. And she felt this way all up to a point she actually went to a wedding.
She couldn’t feel more at home with Morgana even if they were at Cornwall – she reminded her of her own mother with the same love she had for her sons. She immediately knew they will become fast friends.
But then, her world spun around – she saw Lancelot. The very picture of a chivalry, he reminded her greatly of both prince Charming and her own father from the times she could barely remember. And this glint is his eyes, that unspoken promise her happiness even at the cost of his own life – she was sure that one was a delusion, but nonetheless – she couldn’t feel herself more appreciated even if she wanted to.
And Arthur, oh Arthur… She went to a wedding with an open heart, really. She hoped so much that her husband would make her feel like her own mother felt around her father. She wanted to melt in sight of him, wanted to feel her knees shaking, wanted to feel her thoughts dissolving around him – and felt almost nothing. The wedding itself made her feel even worse – having an assassination attempt at the alter and being saved NOT by a husband felt like a cruel joke. Why couldn’t Arthur save the day and not Lancelot?! Why couldn’t Arthur pick her a neckless to wear and not Lancelot?! She knew it was foolish, but she wanted to have a “happily ever after” while she only got “kind of okey” story at best.
At night, as nervous as she was, she tried to think of all what happened as of big misunderstanding. Of course she’ll come to love Arthur and he will of course love her if she does everything right from now on, right? And so she decided to give herself to him despite lack of any appropriate feelings. After all, that was their wedding night. It was alright, but somehow didn’t change her feelings to Arthur one bit. She just hoped that with time it will be different.
And then there were fireworks… Oh how she wanted to feel different towards Arthur, how she hated herself for thinking of Lancelot…
Bretta and Maris became Guens close friends quickly. Guen was truly glad she could surround herself with women (including Morgana) and hoped to concentrate of Arthur and finally fall in love.
Sadly, she didn’t. To make things worse, she was now a bit scared of Lancelot, too. Every time they touched it produced strange magical effect, and Guen liked to think she was way too smart to fall for magical effects like this one with no obvious setbacks – she definitely did not believe in Goddess showing her that her only happiness could be gained through betrayal of everything she held dear.
She was attracted to Lancelot, and knew that it was wrong. She didn’t love Arthur, and knew that it was wrong. Only Fluffy could truly understand her, and she was forever grateful to Morgana for him. She hoped to find happiness in motherhood, like Morgana and her own mother before, and couldn’t let go of hope to find feelings for Arthur.
And now, she doesn’t know what to do. Just kissed by Lancelot, who tries hard to fight the same feelings for her that she may have for him, Lancelot who came to her rescue when she thought all was lost while her husband went somewhere else, Lancelot who will gladly disappear from her life if that will make her marriage to Arthur just a tiny bit more bearable…
She just doesn’t know.
They part ways there, promising to lift this curse at first opportunity, yet Guen knows far too well that losing this feeling of being loved unconditionally is the last thing she wants. She sends Lancelot to Arthurs rescue – mostly just not to be with him now, just to be able to breathe, to think. She decides to go find Morgana so that they together could save Camelot, while Arthur is away.
So, my Guen doesn’t really feel much like queen. She cares deeply of family values and has a hard time accepting the lack of her happy ending by this point, but other than that, she doesn’t have strong feelings for Camelot or her people. She’s a bit naïve, I guess, and maybe even selfish, not to mention indecisive and childish, but friendly and willing to see the best in people.
Overprotective parents made sure what it will take a long time for her to truly grow up.
Once again, thank you for all you hard work and this brilliant piece of interactive fiction!
If my ask, how great Guens victory in Camelot may be? Is it going to be a [ win/lose ] resolution to a conflict or something more like [ epic_win / great_win / win / lose / epic_lose ] ?