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He watches them,
King Arthur and the Queen to be Guinevere.
If someone had told him five years ago, when he started working in Camelot that he would be feeling sorry for himself because of Arthur The Prat™, he would have given him or her a wide berth and recommended a brain restorative potion.
And yet, here he was at the binding ceremony of the king to his new queen and he could not help but see the irony of things. Looking across the hall, his eye meets Lancelot whose eyes reflect the same pain in his.
It was the beginning of the end and he can’t do anything but watch, as the life he once led pass him by, the man he had protected, sacrificed his life and love for pass him by with no recognition.
He is not, but a shadow; a weapon to be summoned when needed and discarded when finished using
You can't outrun destiny but he wishes fate had taken a different path.