Chapter 432: Go (2/2)

When Arthur made his decision, he felt that feeling again, that feeling that something was about to change. Spark lit in his mind, but he had no way of fully connecting them. He had no choice but to act on his instincts and hope for the best.

”I know that hearing all of this from me fills you with feelings you don't know how to deal with, and I know that communicating with you in this way where you can't respond to me is even more stifling. I can't comfort you with any words outside of this.

”I only want you to know that I have the best interest of Camelot at heart. Have you wondered why it is I know about these things I shouldn't?”

Leonel's final question caused Guinevere to freeze completely. All her anger vanished with the wind, a deep trepidation gripping her heart.

”All I want you to ask yourself is if you would rather him hear it all from your lips? Or find out through the words of another?”

Guinevere clenched her jaw, her eyes reddening.

”Mo –”

Mordred's words paused before she finished them. Could she really still call Guinevere mother? She didn't know if she was ready for such a thing yet…

But, she had no idea just the start of her words snapped Guinevere back to reality.

Guinevere looked toward where Arthur disappeared and back toward her daughter.

”Mordred, I…”

Guinevere was completely flustered. She forgot about how she had address Mordred as Demon Empress all this time. A motherly tone involuntarily came from her.

However, surprisingly, Mordred wasn't off put by this. In fact, she seemed to understand something as she smiled lightly.

”Go.”

Guinevere's eyes uncontrollably teared. If it wasn't for the court ministers having become lost in their own debates about the changes coming to Camelot, she would have instantly become the center of attention.

There were two that did notice though…

Her son was the first and the second was Lancelot.

Guinevere stood slowly, her hand still wrapped around her daughter's. She looked intently at Mordred as though making sure it was truly alright. She had already abandoned her daughter once, she couldn't stand the thought of doing it again.

But, seeing the reassuring gaze Mordred returned her, her back straightened, a certain determination lighting her beautiful eyes.

She released Mordred's hand, a light smile on her face. Back straight, she walked toward the direction her husband left in.

From start to finish, she didn't look toward Lancelot. She seemed to be using her actions to convey something profound. But, ultimately, it all led to the broken heart of a Knight.