[PRP]Twins of Similar Name {Guinevere & Gwenevere}

[Thalea]

The new land was just as morbidly happy as the last one; what was with the world placing stupid creatures upon it? Was it just to anger her, if so, it was working wondrously. And she followed the Queen of them, the dumb mindless twit that was her sister.

Gwenevere had been betrothed to a King who was lost at sea; a few years passed and word finally arrived that King Arthur had miraculously survived and created a new kingdom on a land known as Kawani. Gwen, the idiotic mare without a thought in her pretty little head was to be Queen of this new land. QUEEN! That fool did not deserve to be Queen; Guinevere was the true and rightful Queen. She, not Gwen, should be the one to mate with the ignorant king. Once she was the ruler and heavy with child, the dull stallion would meet a tragic but deserving end.

An evil gleam glistened in Eve’s brown eyes as she trailed silently behind her sister’s guards. The fun would soon begin.  

[Thalea]

Nervousness filled the mare, what had she agreed to? This mating to this unknown stallion? Yes it was her duty to fulfill this agreement, uniting her father’s kingdom and King Arthur’s, but what about Love? Gwenevere was a romantic; she loved the ballads about romance, with knights in shining armor come in to save the day. The only parts that peeved her about those tales, were all the weak mares, why was there no mare knights who came in with armor to save the stallion in distress? Perhaps it was because of all that she had to go through as a foal, being kidnapped and having to wait to be rescued, it just gets old after a while. Gwenevere shook her head, causing her strawberry blonde mane to fall in front of her amber colored eyes. It was pointless to think about the past with her sister, Guinevere was away and would never bother her again. The white mare ignored her gut feeling that she would be seeing her wicked sister soon.

Amber eyes locked on one of her guards, he was almost as pale as she and wore silver armor that glittered in the sun, and perhaps he could teach her how to become a Knight and not some damsel in distress. With a smile upon her countenance, the mare made up her mind to ask the stallion that night for lessons on fighting.  

[Thalea]

A complete waste of time. Why should precious helpless Gwen even think she had what it took to learn how to fight? She did not possess the back bone and let alone the strength to kill. Eve let out a very unlady like snort; killing had come easily to her, especially after she tore her mother’s unbeating heart from her cold dead chest. That very same heart she kept in a box as remembrance of the mare who had told her to ‘take what was hers by right.’

Night fell upon the small entourage and the single vindictive being that followed them. Eve watched with great amusement as her sister was taught the basics of fighting. Who was she trying to fool with those moves? She would not even be able to fight off a rabbit.  

[Thalea]

He said yes. Her shock at his words had still not abated, even after a few hours have passed; she was so sure that he would tell her that it was not proper for a lady of her stature to learn how to fight off an enemy. His teaching style fascinated her, he did not get impatient and he continued to help her improve her strength in her attack exercises. Sweat poured off of her, but she did not care, she was just happy to be able to learn something that did not require her quoting etiquette. When it became too dark to see, the queen and the knight stopped the practice bouts and went to wash off in the stream. Even though her muscles were sore and tired, Gwenevere smiled as she soaked her legs in the cold river, nothing could ruin her new love for the fighting sport. In her happiness she did not noticed the brown blazing eyes that were watching her from the shadows of the woods.