"WHAT about the other side of the family? Raphael's relatives?" Guinevere asked Tristan as all of them reached the cave.

"We know nothing about them. You know it very well."

"Not really nothing." Lancelot wasn't understanding what Guinevere and Tristan were for each other. They cared for one another, were they relatives? Was Tristan some kind a Shadow Lord as well? Were they half siblings? "Raphael said he named me after his sister. Guinevere. We need to find a viking women named Guinevere."

Lancelot was totally confused now. Guinevere was a Shadow Lord and Tristan was half fey and judging by what he had just heard, his other half was viking. Too many question for him...

" Yeah, alright. We find her. But would she help us? Father barely talked about his family." Tristan said.

"Raphael was an amazing man. She's his sister. You are his son, her nephew, I'm sure she'll help." Only if Guinevere knew.

"Excuse me, I almost forgot you are the high lady of optimism. Your Highness." Tristan teased, bowing before his sister. She wanted to smack his arm playfully, but decided against it, as Tristan was still hurt. Actually, how wasn't he yelling in pain? Probably he was hiding it.

Squirrel got off the horse, trying to help Lancelot get off as well but he lost balance, bumping into Guinevere.

"Get him in the cave. I'll take of the horses." said Tristan, leaving.

"You aren't going-" she began to say, but her brother was gone. He really liked to appear tough.

Guinevere was now holding Lancelot's body, his arm resting around her shoulders. She put him down, watching him carefully. Sweat was dripping off his forehead, you could read the pain on his face.

"Can you do something?" asked Squirrel.

"I can try, I think." she couldn't heal him, but she can make his pain easier to endure. "Iuvat." it didn't work, but she tried again and again. Her efforts were in vain.

Lancelot's weeping eyes were scaning her face, she had her eyes shut with a look of concentration on her face. He considered her beautiful, even if her lips were dry and her skin was blemished. She was beautiful because of her kindness, she was beautiful for her dedication, she was simply mesmerizing.

Guinevere took a deep breath, thiking at every happy moment of her life. When she and Tristan were reunited. When she met Amelie. When she was little and Raphael would tell her stories near the fire. Each memory warming her heart, giving her power.

"Iuvat." this time it worked. It felt like a lightning sesation in her veins, a sharp pain in her chest. She gritted her teeth. It wasn't pleasing at all. On the other hand, Lancelot was feeling lighter. Happier somehow.

Guinevere opened her eyes, not expecting to see him similing at her. In the past, his features looked demonic almost, but now he looked truely alive, he seemed even jovial.

"I brought some wood." said Tristan, interrupting their moment. "We'll make a fire." Lancelot stood up, groaning a little. His pain was still present, just not as bad. He could take it well now.

"Come here, brother." she said.

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Guinevere was now sitting at the entrance of the cave, watching the night sky. After all that they've been through, this was a well-deserved break. A moment of peace. A moment for her to reflect on everything.

A year ago, if someone would have told her that she's a Shadow Lord, that she's related to the Great Theodore. That she will form some kind of bond with a fey killer, Guinevere would have laughed. But now it was all true. Everything changed.Her belifes. Her general way of thiking.

Guinevere heard steps from behind, everyone should be asleep. Who it was? It was Lancelot. He took a seat next to her, staring at the beautiful night sky.

"You and that man, Tristan. Are you related?" he questioned. There were too many things he wanted to know about her.

"Not by blood. But he's better than any brother I could have asked for." Guinevere said, similing. It was true, she couldn't imagine having someone else as her brother. She and Tristan were like the two side's of a coin. Different, yet the same.

"How were your parents like?" Lancelot forgot how it was like to have a family, how it was like to feel love and cared for. Father Carden claimed he love him, but it was a lie. Father Carden. What happened to him? How would he react to his betrayal? Would Carden ever forgive him? Does Lancelot want his forgiveness?

Guinevere chuckled. " I don't even know how to respond to this. I have never met my real father, hell I don't even know how he was like. All these stories are saying different things." Lancelot was listening with interest, for some reason talking with her was bringing him inner peace. Something he never had.

" I have no idea who my real mother is, or what she is. " she continued. " Raphael and Celest took me in. They were my parents for as long as I remember. Well, more Raphael than Celest." Guinevere said, remebering her cold relationship with the fey women.

" How so? "

" I think she simply despised witches. She made her personal priority to make me feel unwanted in her life. " Lancelot was studying Guinevere, there was more about her . He wanted to know more.

"And your family? Do you remember it?" she asked. He let his head down and then raised it again. He couldn't find a memory of his family.

"I don't. I was an orphan for as long as long I can recall." his voice sounded broken, weak.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have asked." they both stood in each other's company, silent, admiring the mesmerizing athmosfere.

"You know, if there's something I learnt from all this it's that," Guinevere began. "There's no such thing as black and white. Life is painted in shades of grey."

Lancelot said nothing, the two were just staring into each other's eyes, time stopped for them. There was no Carden, no war, no pain, no suffering, no worries, just an unknown feeling for them both. A force pulling them towards each other. It was just them under the stars now, the rest of the world far behind.

Guinevere and Lancelot were slowly breaking the distance between them, as their lips were about to touch. Their hearts were beating so hard that you could hear the sound in the silence of the night.

They deserve this, they deserved love. They were getting closer and closer. Nothing could ruin this moment. Or maybe...

"What are you two doing?"

"Admiring the sky. It's quite beautiful tonight." Guinevere told her brother, distancing herself from Lancelot. If it wasn't for Tristan they would have kissed? She barely knows him, they shouldn't kiss. It was wrong, they don't know each other well enough, but they both know there's some kind of connection that brings them together.

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The next morning, Lancelot was making another fire. They were planing on staying here one more day, before going to look for Raphael' s sister.

"I'm going to get some water." said Tristan, turning to leave.

"I'll come along." replied his sister. She didn't want to be alone with Lancelot again. Last time they almost kissed, what if it happens again? What if this time they actually kiss?

Lancelot was giving Guinevere a strange feeling, like butterflys in her stomach. It was nice, but she shouldn't have this kind of thoughts for a man she barely knows. Even if that man saved her and is also undeniebly handsome.

Tristan and Guinevere were walking towards a river, looking constantly over their shoulder in case any red paladins are nearby.

"Do you feel this or I'm losing my mind?" asked Tristan. She did. The air was eerie somehow. Everything around them was quiet, too quite, even the wind stopped blowing.

It felt like a presence, like someone was there. Yet no matter where you looked, you couldn't spot anyone.

" Hello there. "

A/N : AAAAAA I finally finished this. At first I tought no one's gonna read it :)))
I want to thank all of you for the reads, for voting and commenting. It honestly made me happier♥️♥️
I love all of you so much and I hope you stay with me until the end<3

Also, I still have like three chapters left, but they're for act II

One more thing because I like to talk a lot✨
I can't wait to write season two 'cause shit gets real not only for my baby witch but also for her brother 😏😏