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Douce Dame Jolie
Mon Secret Santa Kaamlott pour la charmante @zialinart :D
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Bonne lecture !!
La Reine avait seulement souhaitĂ© assister au festival de lâImbolc en toute tranquillitĂ©, sans personne pour la pointer du doigt ou se mettre Ă dos lâespĂšce dâhystĂ©rique qui criait toujours « au bĂ»cher » oĂč que savait-elle dâautre ! Cela restait une fĂȘte GaĂ©lique, et avec cette nouvelle religion qui prĂ©dominait au pays dĂ©sormais, cela risquait dâĂȘtre mal-vu si la Reine y Ă©tait vue, aussi Ă©tait-elle allĂ©e voir lâenchanteur de Kaamelott en toute discrĂ©tion, lui demandant sâil nâavait pas un sort, une potion ou autre chose qui pourrait lâaider. CâĂ©tait apparemment son jour de chance, car Merlin venait de mettre la main sur un mĂ©daillon magique : il changerait la perception des gens qui voient la personne qui le porterait. En gros, elle serait mĂ©connaissable aux yeux du monde sans avoir Ă se transformer. Afin de vĂ©rifier son efficacitĂ©, GueniĂšvre lâavait mit aussitĂŽt autour de son cou et Ă©tait sortie faire un aller-retour rapide. Elle avait croisĂ© les sires Perceval et Karadoc, qui venaient demander un Ă©niĂšme service Ă Merlin. Ils ne lâavaient pas reconnu, mais sâĂ©taient montrĂ©s Ă©tonnamment courtois, acceptant de la laisser passer devant eux. Convaincue, la Reine avait remerciĂ© le magicien et gardĂ© le bijou pour le festival du 1er fĂ©vrier.
GueniĂšvre avait espĂ©rĂ© que les offrandes faites ce soir-lĂ lâaideraient Ă avoir enfin un enfant, puis elle avait voulu profiter du moment. Elle nâavait pas pu danser ou apprĂ©cier de ces airs musicaux depuis des annĂ©es, GueniĂšvre sâĂ©tait donc laissĂ©e entraĂźner. Et câest lĂ quâelle lâavait croisĂ©.
Arthur. Son mari. Qui avait marché droit vers elle.
âŠGueniĂšvre aurait peut-ĂȘtre dĂ» rĂ©aliser que lâavis de Messires Perceval et Karadoc nâĂ©tait pas des plus fiables !
Câest ce quâelle sâĂ©tait dit en voyant Arthur sâapprocher dâelle, mais Ă son grand Ă©tonnement, il lâavait invitĂ© Ă danser. A la maniĂšre quâil avait eu de sâadresser Ă elle, GueniĂšvre compris vite quâil ne lâavait pas reconnu. Comme Merlin lui avait dit, la magie du mĂ©daillon lâavait empĂȘchĂ© de la reconnaĂźtre.
Et ce fut comme un rĂȘve, Ă la fois merveilleux et confus.
QuâArthur avait Ă©tĂ© charmant, quâelle avait Ă©tĂ© touchĂ©e par de tels Ă©gards, cette dĂ©licatesse et ce regard tendre ! GueniĂšvre pouvait enfin mieux comprendre pourquoi tant de jeunes femmes avaient Ă©tĂ© sĂ©duites ! Cependant, une chose demeurait inexplicable : son apparence nâĂ©tait pas censĂ©e ĂȘtre si diffĂ©rente de lâoriginale. GueniĂšvre ne sâĂ©tait pas transformĂ©e en beautĂ© Latine, comme le Roi les aimait, alors pourquoi ?
Pourquoi ?...
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Ce nâĂ©tait pas la premiĂšre fois quâArthur tombait sous le charme du regard dâune jolie dame, et il avait Ă©tĂ© plus dâune fois déçu de lâaboutissement de ces relations. Et pourtant, il ne pouvait sâempĂȘcher dâespĂ©rer. Une partie de lui-mĂȘme le rĂ©primandait, lui reprochant de ne pas retenir la leçon, mais il lâignora. Cette femme Ă©tait diffĂ©rente de celles qui lui avaient tapĂ© dans lâĆil jusquâalors. Elle ne ressemblait Ă aucune de ses maĂźtresses, que ce soit le type « Latin » ou le type de silhouette qui lâattirait le plus souvent.
Et ce nâĂ©tait pas que physique. Lorsque leurs regards sâĂ©taient croisĂ©s ce soir-lĂ , ce nâĂ©tait pas son corps qui avait frissonnĂ©, mais son cĆur et peut-ĂȘtre mĂȘme - oserait-il le dire â son Ăąme. CâĂ©tait comme sâil avait retrouvĂ© quelque chose quâil avait perdu. Une conviction profonde que cette femme, il lâaimait, et quâelle lâaimait en retour. MĂȘme sâils ne sâĂ©taient croisĂ©s de maniĂšre fortuite que quelques fois depuis le mois de fĂ©vrier. AprĂšs tout, bien des histoires dâamour affirment quâil suffit dâun regard, au bon moment, au bon endroit, pour que deux ĂȘtres sachent quâils sâĂ©taient trouvĂ©s.
Un bruissement attira son attention, et la Dame apparut. Elle lui sourit timidement, comme toujours, et sâavança vers lui.
âVous ĂȘtes lĂ .â dit-elle simplement. âJe suis heureuse de vous revoir.â
Une grande douceur se dĂ©gageait dâelle et la grĂące irradiait dans chacun de ses mouvements. Dans ces moments-lĂ , Arthur trouvait quâelle avait quelque chose dâirrĂ©el, comme si elle allait sâĂ©vaporer sâil lâeffleurait. Mais il avait bien constatĂ©, au cours de leurs discussions et promenades, quâelle Ă©tait bien humaine. Une lĂ©gĂšre maladresse, ses questions parfois insolites, sa façon de jouer avec le mĂ©daillon quâelle portait lorsquâelle Ă©tait nerveuse ou gĂȘnĂ©e⊠Cela ne faisait que la rendre plus charmante. Elle Ă©tait douce et candide, mais elle possĂ©dait Ă©galement un sens de lâobservation surprenant et quelques idĂ©es audacieuses.
âJe suis heureux de vous revoir aussi.â lui sourit-il en retour.
Arthur se dĂ©cala pour lui permettre de sâassoir Ă ses cĂŽtĂ©s, ce quâelle fit avec un empressement qui lui fit chaud au cĆur.
MĂȘme si leur discussion du jour resta relativement triviale, Arthur souhaita que cet instant dure Ă©ternellement. Sa Douce essayait dâĂ©crire un poĂšme, ou une chanson, et bien quâelle mette du cĆur Ă lâouvrage, sa prose laissait Ă dĂ©sirer ! La chanson « Douce Dame Jolie » semblait avoir Ă©tĂ© Ă©crite pour elle, il regrettait ne pas lâavoir Ă©crite et composĂ©e lui-mĂȘme pour la lui offrir. Enfin, aurait-il Ă©tĂ© plus apte Ă lâaider ! Les deux rirent ensemble de leurs diverses tentatives, car Arthur lui-mĂȘme ne trouvait pas toujours le mot juste. En revanche, leurs voix sâaccordaient trĂšs bien.
Peut-ĂȘtre Ă©tait-ce une douce illusion, mais Arthur avait lâimpression, une fois encore, quâil avait trouvĂ© son Ăąme sĆur.
âVous reverrai-je bientĂŽt ?â demanda-t-il alors quâil sâapprĂȘtait Ă rentrer, espĂ©rant quâelle le retiendrait.
âJe lâespĂšre !â
Si cela avait Ă©tĂ© quelquâun dâautre, le Roi aurait doutĂ© de la sincĂ©ritĂ© de ces trois mots. Mais pas avec elle. LâĂ©motion dans sa voix et ses yeux ne mentaient pas.
âEt votre nom ?â
Le visage de la douce dame sâimprĂ©gna de tristesse, elle regarda au loin un instant avant de secouer la tĂȘte. Il fut surpris de voir une pointe dâespiĂšglerie dans son expression avant quâelle ne dise :
âAnam Cara.â
AprĂšs cette dĂ©claration, elle sâapprocha de lui et dĂ©posa un baiser au coin de ses lĂšvres avant de filer. Arthur nâaurait pas pu lui courir aprĂšs, de toute façon, il Ă©tait complĂštement envoĂ»tĂ©. Arthur avait enfin un nom, un indice.
Anam Cara.
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Les yeux de GueniĂšvre se remplirent des larmes alors quâelle observait le mĂ©daillon entre ses mains. Elle caressa du pouce le petit Ăąne au centre de la roue en se demandant, une nouvelle fois, si elle ne devrait pas sâarrĂȘter lĂ . Elle se faisait du mal.
Arthur Ă©tait tellement plus chaleureux et patient avec elle quand elle portait ce mĂ©daillon, elle souhaitait de tout cĆur que les choses soient toujours ainsi. CâĂ©taient comme de doux rĂȘves, mais le rĂ©veil devenait de plus en plus rude. A chaque repas partagĂ©, les soirs oĂč son Ă©poux venait la rejoindre dans leur couche, sa froideur et son exaspĂ©ration la frappaient plus violemment quâauparavant. GueniĂšvre et lâinconnue Ă©tait une seule et mĂȘme personne ! Elle nâagissait pas diffĂ©remment avec ce mĂ©daillon, elle restait fidĂšle Ă elle-mĂȘme ! Il semblait quâArthur lui en voulait pour quelque chose, quâil ne lui avait pas pardonnĂ© et quâil lui faisait continuellement payer⊠Mais quoi ?! Quâavait-elle fait pour mĂ©riter un tel traitement ? Pourquoi Arthur mĂ©prisait-il « GueniĂšvre » mais adorait « lâinconnue » ?
La Reine essuya ses larmes dâun revers de main avec un soupir. Il Ă©tait de toute façon impossible de revenir en arriĂšre. Elle pouvait encore changer le cours de choses avant que cela ne dĂ©rape, mais⊠GueniĂšvre voulait profiter encore un peu de ces quelques doux Ă©changes avec son Ă©poux. Ses yeux se posĂšrent sur le poĂšme quâelle tentait dâĂ©crire et son cĆur se serra Ă nouveau. GueniĂšvre aurait tant donnĂ© pour que son Ă©poux soit Ă ses cĂŽtĂ©s, pour lâaider comme il lâavait fait quelques jours plus tĂŽt ! Alors quâun Ă©niĂšme soupir lui Ă©chappait des lĂšvres, elle entendit un reniflement dans son dos.
âCâest magnifique, MajestĂ©Â !â sanglota Bohort.
GueniĂšvre poussa un petit cri en se retournant, faisant sursauter et crier le chevalier en mĂȘme temps.
âSeigneur Bohort ! Vous mâavez fait peur !â
âPardonnez-moi, ma Reine, mais vous ne rĂ©pondiez pas Ă mon appel ! Aussi me suis-je permis dâentrer !â
âEt de lire par-dessus mon Ă©paule ?â GueniĂšvre grommela dans sa barbe en se couchant Ă moitiĂ© sur son pupitre, pour cacher son travail inachevĂ©. âVous ĂȘtes bien gentil, mais Ă quoi bon me flatter comme ça ! Je ne suis vraiment pas douĂ©eâŠâ
âPermettez, votre Altesse ! Je ne fais que dire la vĂ©ritĂ©Â !â Bohort semblait presque offusquĂ© quâelle pense autrement. âLes derniers vers ont certes besoin dâĂȘtre un peu retravaillĂ©s pour rimer, mais les sentiments quâils dĂ©gagent nâen sont pas amoindri dans lâĂ©motion quâils dĂ©gagent !â
GueniĂšvre cligna des yeux, surprise.
âVous trouvez ?â demanda-t-elle, hĂ©sitante.
âOh oui !â sourit le chevalier, les mains jointes sur son cĆur. âJe peux sentir tout lâamour et la langueur dans les mots que vous avez Ă©crit !â
La Reine se redressa doucement pour jeter un coup dâĆil Ă son Ă©bauche. Elle pouvait croire le Seigneur Bohort, mais dâun autre cĂŽtĂ©, ce dernier avait toujours Ă©tĂ© trĂšs⊠sensible. GueniĂšvre nâĂ©tait pas sure que tous en dirait autant.
âSerait-ce votre cadeau pour le Roi Arthur ?â le sourire de Bohort sâĂ©largit. â Il est vrai que son anniversaire est le mois prochain !â
GueniĂšvre sentit la gĂȘne lâenvahir, elle avait failli oubliĂ© lâanniversaire de son Ă©poux ! Elle avait Ă©tĂ© tellement déçue les fois oĂč son anniversaire Ă elle avait Ă©tĂ© oubliĂ© par ce dernier, elle ne pouvait pas se permettre de faire pareil !
âA vrai dire, non.â Avoua-t-elle, jouant nerveusement avec sa longue tresse. âMais jâessayais⊠jâespĂ©rais pouvoir lui dire dâune jolie façon ce que je ressentais pour lui.â
Elle nâosa pas regarder Bohort dans les yeux, aussi fut-elle surprise quand ce dernier lui proposa de lâaider.
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âVotre Altesse ?â
Arthur dĂ©tourna son attention de Perceval, ravi dâavoir un lĂ©ger rĂ©pit au cours de longues explications (oui Perceval, les frondes jettent des cailloux, mais non, elles ne peuvent pas remplacer les catapultes !!). CâĂ©tait Calogrenant.
âJâai entendu dire que vous Ă©tiez Ă la recherche de quelquâun ?â lui demanda le CalĂ©donien. âCâest urgent ?â
âUrgent non, important, pour moi personnellement. Rien de grave.â prĂ©cisa le Roi. âPourquoi cette question ?â
âAh, parce que jâavais cru entendre que le nom Ă©tait Anam Cara.â Calogrenant haussa les Ă©paules. âEt si câĂ©tait le casâŠâ
âVous la connaissez ?â Arthur bondit de son siïżœïżœge. Les deux chevaliers sursautĂšrent et le regardĂšrent dâun air perplexe.
Calogrenant sembla plus que gĂȘnĂ©, laissant un long « heuuâŠÂ » rĂ©sonner dans la piĂšce avant de reprendre.
âNavrĂ©, Sire. Mais Anam Cara nâest pas un nom.â rĂ©vĂ©la-t-il, ce qui glaça le sang dâArthur. âCâest du GaĂ©lique ancien, ça veut dire Ăąme sĆur.â
Les jambes du Roi allait se dérober, de désespoir et de trahison, quand la voix de Perceval transperça, tel un rayon de soleil, la brume qui commençait à envahir son esprit.
âCâest joli ! ça veut donc dire quâelle vous aime comme un frĂšre de toute son Ăąme, Sire !â
Perceval ne savait Ă©videmment pas ce que signifiait le terme « ùme sĆur », mais la vĂ©ritĂ© de ses paroles rĂ©chauffĂšrent le cĆur du Roi.
Son Ăąme sĆur.
Il aurait dĂ» rire, ou sâĂ©nerver⊠Alors pourquoi ce sentiment dâeuphorie ? Arthur sentit presque des ailes lui pousser alors quâil laissait derriĂšre lui les deux chevaliers, ne remarquant pas leur regard interloquĂ© en lâentendant fredonner « Je vivroie liement ».
Alors quâil se dirigeait vers le jardin, il croisa sa femme. Sans rĂ©flĂ©chir, Arthur lui saisit la main et la fit tournoyer joyeusement. Lâexpression dâagrĂ©able surprise sur le visage de GueniĂšvre lâamusa, il lui offrit un dernier sourire avant de partir.
âA ce soir, mon amie.â
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âMoi aussi, je vous aime.â
La Dame tressaillit, puis un frisson lui parcourut tout le corps. Elle porta une main Ă ses lĂšvres et recula dâun pas.
âMais vous⊠pourquoi ?!â
Arthur perdit son sourire. Ce nâĂ©tait pas du tout la rĂ©action Ă laquelle il sâĂ©tait attendu.
âJe ne peux pas le croire !â sâĂ©cria-t-elle en secouant la tĂȘte. âComment pouvez-vous mâaimer ?â
âComment ?â souffla-t-il, perdu. âMais il nây a pas de raison particuliĂšrement logique ! Et pourquoi ne pourrais-je pas vous aimer ?â
âParce que je suis mariĂ©e ! Tout comme vous lâĂȘtes ! Mais si vous, vous pouvez vous permettre de collectionner les conquĂȘtes, pour moi, une seule amourette avec un autre est vu comme une trahison aux yeux de tous!â vitupĂ©ra-t-elle, le pointant du doigt rageusement. âEt votre femme ? Avez-vous jamais pensĂ© Ă ce quâelle pouvait ressentir ?! Et si elle, elle voulait aller voir ailleurs, vous accepteriez de la laisser faire?â
En entendant le mot « mariĂ©e », il avait cru sentir le sol se dĂ©rober sous ses pieds, cette Ă©ternelle blessure le relança. Pourtant, les paroles suivantes le figĂšrent dâune plus grande stupeur.
âLa seule raison pour laquelle vous me courtisez avec tant de passion, câest parce que je ne suis pas GueniĂšvre ! Vous ĂȘtes exactement comme mon mari !â continua-t-elle, ses yeux se remplissant de larmes. â Du moment que ce nâest pas votre femme, elles mĂ©ritent votre admiration et elles y passent toutes ! Je suis sure que vous ne savez rien dâelle ! Vous vous en fichez dâelle, mais elle doit bien rester sagement Ă sa place ! Comme si jâĂ©tais⊠comme si elle Ă©tait une chaise ! Vous passez votre temps Ă vous languir dans votre coin, Ă jouer les bourreaux de cĆurs pour vous consolez, ou vous prouvez Ă vous-mĂȘme quelque chose ou je ne sais quoi ! Mais nous ne sommes pas des meubles Ă la con ! Nous aussi, on a le droit dâĂȘtre respectĂ©es, dâĂȘtres aimĂ©es pour qui on est vraiment !â
Son visage, habituellement si blanc, Ă©tait Ă prĂ©sent rouge et inondĂ© de larmes. Elle sâarrĂȘta, tentant de reprendre son souffle. Arthur tendit la main vers elle, souhaitant sĂ©cher ses pleurs, la rassurer⊠mais elle se retourna et prit ses jambes Ă son cou.
âAttendez !â sâĂ©cria-t-il.
Il ne voulait pas la perdre ! Aussi confus et blessĂ© soit-il par ses paroles lancinantes. Arthur sâĂ©lança Ă sa suite, mais elle avait disparu. Elle nâavait pas pu aller bien loin, peut-ĂȘtre sâĂ©tait-elle cachĂ©e parmi les bosquets⊠Un reniflement attira son attention et il se hĂąte dans sa direction. Il cru reconnaĂźtre la silhouette de la jeune femme, et Ă©carta les branches sur sa route. Arthur sâapprĂȘtait Ă lâappeler quand il rĂ©alisa qui se cachait lĂ .
GueniĂšvre. Son Ă©pouse.
Elle releva les yeux vers lui et fronça les sourcils. Dâun air digne quâil ne lui connaissait pas, elle se redressa.
âCe soir, vous dormirez chez lâune de vos maĂźtresses.â dĂ©clara-t-elle sĂšchement, le faisant tressaillir.
AprĂšs lâavoir foudroyĂ© du regard une derniĂšre fois, GueniĂšvre passa Ă cĂŽtĂ© de lui et se dirigea vers le chĂąteau. Sans comprendre pourquoi, ni ce quâil attendait, Arthur la regarda partir.
Pas une seule fois elle se retourna.
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Dire que le Roi Ă©tait de mauvaise humeur au cours de la matinĂ©e et du dĂ©jeuner aurait Ă©tĂ© un euphĂ©misme. Avec ce quâil sâĂ©tait passĂ© la veille, il avait trĂšs mal dormi, et lorsque la Dame du Lac lui Ă©tait apparu en pleine nuit lors de sa promenade nocturne, câĂ©tait pour lui lancer des piques incomprĂ©hensibles.
âVous ĂȘtes tellement prĂ©occupĂ© Ă rĂȘver dâun lointain, vieux lac assĂ©chĂ© que vous ne voyez pas celui qui est Ă deux pas de vous, magnifique et clair ! Pire, vous vous jetez sur les premiĂšres gourdes venues pour Ă©tancher votre soif !â
Arthur maugrĂ©a dans sa barbe avant de passer ses nerfs sur sa nourriture. Il leva les yeux vers sa femme, mais dĂšs que leur regard se croisĂšrent, GueniĂšvre dĂ©tourna la tĂȘte pour se resservir. Elle le battait encore froid, ce qui nâavait aucun sens non plus. Elle nâavait jamais fait de scĂšnes au sujet de ses maĂźtresses auparavant !
âAujourdâhui, jâai fait de la tarte !â annonça SĂ©li, le tirant effroyablement de ses rĂ©flexions.
âOh non ! Mais quâest-ce quâon vous a fait ?!â rouspĂ©ta LĂ©odagan.
âLa barbe !â rĂ©pliqua-t-elle avec un regard noir pour son mari. âCâest GueniĂšvre qui mâen a demandĂ© une ! Je ne pouvais pas refuser ça Ă ma fille !â
Arthur, LĂ©odagan et Yvain tournĂšrent la tĂȘte en mĂȘme temps vers la dĂ©nommĂ©e, plus abasourdis les uns que les autres. GueniĂšvre les ignora tandis que SĂ©li prĂ©sentait fiĂšrement lâabomination quâelle appelait « une tarte ».
âElle a lâair trĂšs rĂ©ussie, MĂšre !â sourit la Reine, apparemment ravie. âQuels fruits avez-vous choisi, cette fois ?â
âJe voulais en faire une aux fraises, mais comme ce nâest pas la saison, jâai fait un mĂ©lange de fruits !â
âMais câest un cauchemar !â marmonna LĂ©odagan, peu discret. âMa fille, si vous vouliez une tarte de votre mĂšre, câest votre droit, mais vous nâĂ©tiez pas obligĂ©e de la partager avec nous !â
âOh, mais je ne compte pas la partager !â tous regardĂšrent GueniĂšvre interloquĂ©s, celle-ci saisit le plat et le tendit Ă Arthur. âCâest une petite attention pour mon mari !â
Il y eu comme un flottement dans la salle, Arthur fixa longuement la tarte en silence avant de relever les yeux sur son Ă©pouse.
âVous mâen voulez Ă ce point ?â finit-il par demander.
La question eut Ă peine franchi ses lĂšvres quâil se prit la tarte en pleine figure.
âOUIÂ !â
GueniĂšvre quitta la table et sortit en claquant la porte derriĂšre elle. LorsquâArthur rĂ©ussit Ă retirer suffisamment de mĂ©lasse de ses yeux, le visage Ă la fois dĂ©pitĂ© et choquĂ© de sa belle-mĂšre ainsi que la tĂȘte de con (pour changer) que faisait Yvain lui apparurent. Il prĂ©fĂ©ra ne rien dire et continua de se nettoyer le visage, il en oublia presque son beau-pĂšre, qui frappa dans ses mains avec un air Ă©mu.
âCâest ma fifille !â
Dâun cĂŽtĂ©, GueniĂšvre savait quâelle Ă©tait dĂ©raisonnable, mais dâun autre, elle estimait quâelle avait assez pris dans la figure. CâĂ©tait bien son droit de lui en coller en retour, non ?
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âMarre dâencaisser sa mauvaise humeur et ses railleries, pendant que dâautres profitent de ses mots doux !â grogna-t-elle en enroulant les parchemins de ses Ă©bauches de poĂšmes. âCâest ça ĂȘtre une Ă©pouse ? Tous les mauvais cĂŽtĂ© du mari, ses crises, sa mauvaise odeur et tout le bataclan câest pour ma pomme, et pour les maĂźtresses, câest le beurre, lâargent du beurre et le sourire du crĂ©mier ? Ha ! Si jâavais su, jâaurais dit Ă mon pĂšre quâil pouvait se brosser pour le mariage ! Sâil y tenait tant, il nâavait quâĂ lâĂ©pouser lui-mĂȘme ! Non mais ho ! Pourquoi câest Ă moi de gĂ©rer ces conneries ?!â
Elle termina sa pile par le poĂšme quâelle avait rĂ©ussi Ă Ă©crire avec lâaide dâArthur et Bohort. La Reine saisit la boĂźte dans laquelle elle avait laissĂ© le mĂ©daillon et se rendit dâun pas rageur au laboratoire de Merlin. Avec humeur, elle lui rendit le bijou et laissa la pile de parchemin sur son plan de travail, le remerciant plus sĂšchement quâelle nâaurait voulu le faire. Ne voulant pas sâattarder plus que nĂ©cessaire, GueniĂšvre tourna les talons promptement et sortit.
âMais quâest-ce que voulez que je fasse de tout ça ?!â cria lâenchanteur en dĂ©signant les parchemins alors quâelle sâapprĂȘtait Ă fermer la porte derriĂšre elle.
âDonnez-les Ă manger aux chĂšvres ou mettez-les au feu ! Quâest-ce que ça peut faire ?!â rĂ©torqua-t-elle. âCe sera toujours mieux que de voir mon mari se torcher avec !!â
Elle entendit un vague « hein ?? » avant le claquement de la porte. GueniĂšvre pouvait dĂ©jĂ sentir la honte monter en elle, elle se sentait coupable de se dĂ©fouler sur le pauvre Merlin qui lui avait pourtant rendu service. Toutefois, ces sentiments sâĂ©vaporĂšrent Ă la vue du Roi. Ce dernier la regardait dâun air quâelle ne pouvait dĂ©crire, et quâelle ne souhaitait de toute façon pas dĂ©crypter dans lâimmĂ©diat. Quâil soit surpris, contrariĂ© ou autre, elle sâen moquait Ă©perdument ! Avec un mouvement de tĂȘte quâelle avait vu sa mĂšre faire de nombreuses fois, GueniĂšvre passa Ă cĂŽtĂ© de lui avec un « humpf ! » bien placĂ©.
âVous nâavez vraiment rien Ă me dire ?â
âJe ne crois pas, non.â
GueniĂšvre sursauta quand la main dâArthur lâagrippa, la retenant avec force.
âJe peux savoir quelle mouche vous a piquĂ©Â ?â
Oh ! Le mufle !!
âLa mouche jâen-ai-marre-dâĂȘtre-prise-pour-une-conne-maintenant-fichez-moi-la-paix !â rĂ©torqua-t-elle en essayant de se dĂ©faire de son emprise. âAh, et au fait !â GueniĂšvre rassembla toute sa hargne pour imiter du mieux quâelle le pouvait sa mĂšre lorsque celle-ci remettait son pĂšre Ă sa place, puis elle dĂ©clara : âInutile de revenir dans ma couche cette semaine. Faites-moi de lâair !â
âPardon ?!â lâair atterrĂ© dâArthur lâaurait fait rire dans dâautre circonstances, mais lĂ , elle se dĂ©lectait de lui avoir couper le sifflet. âMais vous ne pouvez pas faire ça ! Vous allez verrouiller la porte de la chambre aussi, pendant que vous y ĂȘtes ?!â
âMaintenant que vous le ditesâŠâ
âHĂ©, dites !â les interrompis Merlin dâun ton impatient. âSi vous pouviez me laisser en dehors de vos disputes de couple ! Et puis mon laboratoire nâest pas un dĂ©potoir, alors reprenez-moi tout ça, jâvous prie !â
GueniĂšvre Ă©carquilla les yeux avec horreur alors que lâenchanteur lui repassait tous les parchemins. Lâun de ses poignets Ă©tant toujours serrĂ© dans la main de son Ă©poux, une partie dâentre eux lui Ă©chappĂšrent et tombĂšrent par terre, se dĂ©roulant au passage. RĂ©ussissant enfin Ă se dĂ©gager, elle se dĂ©pĂȘcha de les ramasser. Mais sa hĂąte la rendait fĂ©brile, ses mains tremblaient, ce qui ne lâaida pas dans sa tĂąche. Elle Ă©tait tellement concentrĂ©e et affolĂ©e quâelle nâentendait plus rien, elle voulait juste rĂ©cupĂ©rer ces fichus peaux dâĂąnes sans quâArthur ne dĂ©couvre ce quâelle y avait Ă©crit.
Ce nâest quand se redressant que GueniĂšvre rĂ©alisa quâil Ă©tait trop tard.
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Arthur avait attrapĂ© au vol le premier parchemin qui avait volĂ© vers lui, ne souhaitant pas se reprendre quoique ce soit de plus dans la figure aujourdâhui. Et en voyant sa femme sâactiver pour tout ramasser, sa curiositĂ© fut piquĂ©e. GueniĂšvre lui avait collĂ© une tarte au dĂ©jeuner, au sens littĂ©ral du terme, il pouvait bien se permettre dâĂȘtre curieux, non ?
Son sang ne fit quâun tour en reconnaissant les mots inscrits.
Pourquoi ? Comment sa femme pouvait-elleâŠÂ ?
Le poĂšme avait deux strophes quâil ne connaissait pas, mais câĂ©tait celui de sa Dame !
Arthur observa un instant GueniĂšvre, qui essayait tant bien que mal de rassembler les autres morceaux de vĂ©lin, puis se tourna vers Merlin. Il lâinterpela et lui demanda ce quâil se passait.
âA vous de me le dire !â lui rĂ©pondit-il en haussant les Ă©paules. âVotre femme vient me rendre un mĂ©daillon que je lui avais prĂȘtĂ© pour quâelle puisse circuler incognito, et elle me refile tout son bazar au passage !â
âQuel mĂ©daillon ? Et puis pourquoi pour « circuler incognito » ?!â
âUn mĂ©daillon de mĂ©tamorphose, elle voulait aller au festival de lâImbolc sans ĂȘtre reconnue.â
CâĂ©tait comme recevoir la rĂ©ponse dâune Ă©nigme que lâon essayait de rĂ©soudre depuis des lustres. Dâabord la stupĂ©faction, puis tout se met en place et la logique, lâĂ©vidence nous saute aux yeux et on se sent trĂšs con.
Arthur regarda GueniĂšvre et eut lâimpression de la voir pour la premiĂšre fois. Quand il plongea ses yeux dans les siens, il se demanda comment il nâavait pas pu la reconnaĂźtre. Ou plutĂŽt : comment la douceur de son regard et sa beautĂ© lui avaient-elles Ă©chappĂ©es pendant toutes ses annĂ©es ?
âVous ĂȘtes tellement prĂ©occupĂ© Ă rĂȘver dâun lointain, vieux lac assĂ©chĂ© que vous ne voyez pas celui qui est Ă deux pas de vous, magnifique et clair !
Les paroles de la Dame du Lac prenaient tout leur sens à présent, aussi vexantes soient-elles.
âCâĂ©tait vous !â
Avant quâil ne puisse dire ou faire autre chose, GueniĂšvre souleva les pas de sa robe et dĂ©tala. Pendant quelques secondes, Arthur revit Aconia puis lâinconnue partir semblablement.
âAH NON ! PAS CETTE FOIS !!â cria-t-il en sâĂ©lançant Ă sa poursuite.
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âBon, ben moi je retourne bosser.â marmonna Merlin en faisant demi-tour, reconnaissant dâĂȘtre restĂ© cĂ©libataire.
Les histoires de couples, ce nâĂ©tait vraiment pas son truc !
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Pour quelquâun qui nâavait aucun entraĂźnement et qui se trimballait avec une tenue aussi lourde et encombrante, GueniĂšvre courrait fichtrement vite ! Et elle nâarrĂȘtait pas de zigzaguer et tourner autour de tout ce qui se trouvait sur leur chemin : arbre, buisson, rocher⊠Arthur peinait Ă la suivre.
âMais arrĂȘtez-vous !â lui cria-t-il. âJe nâvais pas vous manger !!â
âCâest ce que vous dites !â sâexclama-t-elle en retour, jetant un bref coup dâĆil en sa direction.
Presque Ă bout de souffle, Arthur dĂ©cida de tenter le tout pour le tout. Il accĂ©lĂ©ra et se jeta sur elle, la saisissant Ă la taille. GueniĂšvre glapit en perdant lâĂ©quilibre et les deux tombĂšrent, emportĂ©s par lâĂ©lan quâil avait pris, ils roulĂšrent quelques instants. AllongĂ©s sur le cĂŽtĂ©, Arthur tenant sa femme par la taille et refusant de la lĂącher, ils reprirent tant bien que mal leur souffle.
âPourquoi vous ne mâavez rien dit ?â au point oĂč ils en Ă©taient, autant poser la question maintenant !
âPourquoi ? A votre avis ?â souffla GueniĂšvre, les yeux embuĂ©s de larmes. âVous ne cessez de me traiter comme une casse-pied ! Alors pour une fois que vous Ă©tiez courtois envers moi, je voulais profiter du moment ! Et vous avez commencĂ© Ă sortir le grand jeu, espĂšce de bourreau des cĆurs ! Evidemment que je ne voulais pas que tout sâarrĂȘte trop vite !â
La honte envahit Arthur, il ne pouvait mĂȘme pas la contredire. Ce serait mentir.
âEt vous, pourquoi vous me dĂ©testez autant ? Quâest-ce que je vous ai fait ?â
âJe ne vous dĂ©teste pas ! Jamais ! Câest juste que⊠câest compliquĂ©.â soupira Arthur. âJâai Ă©tĂ© stupide et aveugle, et jâai passĂ© ma colĂšre sur vous parce que notre mariage a⊠disons « contribué » Ă perdre une femme que jâai aimĂ©, qui me hante encore Ă ce jour.â
âEt câĂ©tait plus simple de vous dĂ©fouler sur moi que sur mon pĂšre, jâimagine.â fit remarquer GueniĂšvre, un peu sĂšchement. âCe sont mes parents qui ont exigĂ© ce mariage, pas moi. Jâai juste eu de la chance de ne pas avoir dâamoureux quand câest arrivĂ©. Ni vous, ni mes propres parents ne mâont laissĂ© une chance. Que ce soit en tant quâĂ©pouse ou que Reine, vous nâattendez rien de moi, je suis juste relĂ©guĂ©e Ă rester dans un coin bien gentiment et faire la potiche.â
âCâest vrai. Vous avez raison.â Arthur regarda une nouvelle fois son Ă©pouse dans les yeux, doucement, il porta une main Ă son visage et lui caressa le visage. âJe suis sincĂšrement dĂ©solĂ©.â
âJe sais que je ne suis pas trĂšs brillante, mais⊠Est-ce que ça vous Ă©corcherait dâĂȘtre un peu plus gentil et patient avec moi ?â
âEuh, Ă ce sujet, pour ma dĂ©fense, je me dois de prĂ©ciser que jâai affaires Ă des abrutis qui mâassomment avec leurs questions. Donc ce nâest pas quâavec vous quâil mâarrive dâĂȘtre cinglant.â
âPourquoi ne me laissez-vous pas vous aider alors ?â demanda-t-elle. âSi cela ne peut vous soulagez ne serait-ce quâun peu, je pourrais apprendre Ă gĂ©rer certaines affaires !â
Un court silence suivit cette affirmation. Arthur voulait bien donner une chance Ă GueniĂšvre, elle faisait preuve de bonne volontĂ© et il avait dĂ©couvert quâavec de la patience et des encouragements, elle Ă©tait bien plus ingĂ©nieuse quâil ne lâavait cru. Elle serait bien capable de remplir son rĂŽle de Reine. Dâun autre cĂŽtĂ©, elle Ă©tait inexpĂ©rimentĂ©e et vulnĂ©rable, certains ne feraient quâune bouchĂ©e dâelle !
âPeut-ĂȘtre⊠peut-ĂȘtre que vous pourriez vous occuper de la prochaine sĂ©ance de dolĂ©ances avec les Seigneurs Lancelot et Bohort.â proposa-t-il, ainsi elle serait bien accompagnĂ©e et protĂ©gĂ©e. âSi cela vous va-â
âOui ! Je vous en prie !â
GueniĂšvre sâĂ©tait redressĂ©e en joignant ses deux main, comme pour prier, et le regardait dâun air suppliant. Il pouvait difficilement lui refuser quoique ce soit ainsi.
âTrĂšs bien, accordĂ©.â Arthur se redressa Ă son tour, et fronça lĂ©gĂšrement les sourcils. âComment on en est venu Ă parler de ça, au fait ?â
Les deux se regardĂšrent en silence. Chacun remarqua dans quel Ă©tat son conjoint se trouvait : couvert de terre, traces dâherbe ; les cheveux en pagaille et empli de brindilles. GueniĂšvre eut un rire bref avant de retirer une branche de la chevelure de son mari.
âJe vous aime, Arthur.â affirma-t-elle. âJe ne pourrais jamais remplacer celle que vous avez perdu, et jâen suis dĂ©solĂ©e. Mais peut-ĂȘtre pourrions-nous⊠ĂȘtre au moins bons amis ?â
LâĂ©motion serra le cĆur dâArthur, un peu plus, et les larmes lui seraient montĂ©s aux yeux.
âJe ne veux pas vous faire de fausse promesse.â avoua-t-il. âMais aussi bizarre que cela puisse paraĂźtre, votre mĂ©daillon Ă lever le voile devant mes yeux lorsque je vous regardais. Il me faudra peut-ĂȘtre encore un peu de temps, mais je crois⊠Non, je sais que je pourrais vous aimer en retour.â
MalgrĂ© ce quâil venait dâaffirmer, ces mots furent comme un pacte. Un pacte quâil scellĂšrent dâun baiser.
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âJe vous dis que le futur hĂ©ritier est en route, cette fois-ci ! Vous avez bien vu dans quel Ă©tat ils sont rentrĂ©s tous les deux ! Si ce nâest pas dĂ» Ă des galipettes dans lâherbe, je veux bien ĂȘtre changĂ©e en chĂšvre !!â
âChĂšvre ou pas, passez-moi la prochaine fournĂ©e ! Il faut que tout soit prĂȘt pour demain matin !â
âMais ça va ! Et pourquoi voulez-vous autant de tartes pour demain matin ? On va y passer la nuit !â
âGueniĂšvre participe Ă la sĂ©ance de dolĂ©ances, il faut quâelle ait de quoi lancer sur les gros pĂ©cores quâelle va recevoir !â
ââŠâŠâŠmais câest moi qui vais vous en coller des tartes !! PIGNOUF !!!â
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Une pensĂ©e/idĂ©e qui me trotte dans la tĂȘte depuis trĂšs longtemps :
Que se serait-il passé si dans l'épisode "La potion de Vivacité", Arthur ne s'était pas endormi ? Et que GueniÚvre était tombée enceinte tout de suite ? (heureux hasard, elle est trÚs féconde et c'était pile la bonne période, bénédiction des Dieux ?...)
La discussion est ouverte !!
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Dear submitter, despite my love for Kaamelott's Reine GueniÚvre (Queen Guinevere if it's ever been translated but I don't think so ?) and the show on its own, I'm afraid that the name has nothing to do with Junipers (Genévrier/ GeniÚvre) etymologically (I know, it's sad. I'm sad too. Kaamelott was my early teenagehood)
My trusted advisor (also known as CNRTL) says for GeniĂšvre (-> Juniper) :
In sum, it's of Latin origin, and the "ju" slowly became "ge" as French people spoke and naturally simplified its pronounciation to match a more common group of syllabs in French (we have words with 'ju' in them, but a lot more have 'ge' in them - it's a popular ending)
GueniĂšvre (Guinevere), despite being very close phonetically, is from the Welsh Gwenhwyfar (gwen -> white ; hwyfar -> soft, tender or spirit, phantom, magical being)
In short, both names look alike because they went through Frenchification and we made them sound like French words, probably for convenience's sake, but have no etymological tie
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Hello hello, Kaamelott famâ and fandom! đ€â€ïž
Comment ça va? Le mois de mars nâa pas Ă©tĂ© trop dur? Câest pas vraiment (dans mon cas) le mois le plus tendre et le plus joyeux de lâannĂ©e đ
Donc, JâespĂšre que ça câest bien dĂ©roulĂ© pour vous!
Jâupdate Les PĂ©tales De GueniĂšvre, demain vendredi 31 Mars, comme promis!
Cette troisiĂšme partie est spĂ©ciale, jâai hĂąte de voir ce que vous en pensez! JâespĂšre que vous allez aimĂ© đđœđ„°
En anticipation, (et pour avoir le lien de mon fanart đ), je partage ici le GIF que jâai crĂ©Ă©:
Dans lâunivers de LPDG, Il sâagit du premier couplet de la cĂ©lĂšbre comptine sur Elaine et Ban de BenoĂŻc. Vous comprendrez en lisant la partie trois du OS 11. Et vous aurez la suite de cette comptine glaciale dans lâhistoire, et les explications dans les notes dâautrice.
Bisous tout le monde, đđđœ
Ă demain et restez en or âš
Lily
#LesPĂ©talesDeGueniĂšvređž
Ban, Ban, pleure,
Et noie son chĂąteau de suieâŠ
TraĂźne Elaine, battue et asservieâŠJusquâau lac, oĂč Claudas se baignaitâŠ
Pour guetter, la reine dénudée !
#kaamelott#kaamelott fanfiction#kv1#arthur et gueniĂšvre#arthur x guinevere#arthur x gueniĂšvre#pendraniĂšvre#kaamelott premier volet#les pĂ©tales de gueniĂšvre#LPDG#GueniĂšvre#Lancelot#arthur pendragon#my art: please donât use without asking
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Harrow and Viren : analysis
Viren, since he resurrected in season 4, is constantly paralleled with Harrow.
"It's been a long time. Our kingdom is prospering. There is peace. My boys, they are growing up. Perhaps it's wiser to stay focused on these blessings."
"My whole life, I have been chasing after things I did not have. Now that I'm here and may have only thirty days left, do I really want to spent those days ... chasing ? Maybe I should stop and appreciate what I do have. A whole month, enjoying every moment with my daughter. Maybe it's time for me to accept that I am who I am. And when I reach the end, I'll be at peace. And it will just be the time to let me go."
Both reevaluate their lives, questioning the crimes they left in their wake. They feel like they have escaped justice. Their loved ones do their best, encourage them to continue living, of course, but they have come to the conclusion that if their life has left such a trail of blood, prolonging it will only spread more.
That at this point, the only right thing they could do for the world was leaving it.
For said loved ones, this attitude makes no sense and feels straight-up ungrateful. ("You are acting stubborn and ungrateful!"/"Please, dad, don't. Don't do this. Don't leave. It's a mistake. You can't. I saved you! You me your life! You have to stay...")
Especially since Harrow and Viren are both incapable of explaining themselves clearly. Viren straight-up tells Harrow he doesnt understand where he is coming from, and Harrow only answers "I know you don't. Leave me." Viren, meanwhile, talks about "a path of truth of freedom" that he needs to face.
In short, to quote Kaamelott's queen Guinevere "You slit your wrists in a bath I had myself prepared just for you."
Two kings caught in blood feuds, pushed by the devils on their shoulders to prolong an existence they no longer want, even at the cost of two being supposed to be sacrifices: a soldier, who signed for that (unlike the High Mage, side-eye Harrow), and this homunculus.
Both thus renounce dark magic by, as Harrow says, "calling it what it is" for the first time; and no longer âa creative solution to solve thisâ as Viren used to say.
And just as Harrow wrote a letter to his son Callum to free him from the wrongs of the previous generation, Viren attempts to do the same.
To Callum, Harrow tried to explain that the past, which we must nevertheless seek to understand, should not define the future; that his death must close the cycle of revenge that he initiated with the assassination of the Titan and for which he takes full responsibility; and that his sons must ensure a new era of peace. As he prepares to face death, he also makes sure his last conversation with Ezran is completely mundane, so the boy does not grow up thinking he abandonned him.
However, Harrow did not think to officially appoint a regent (Viren, Amaya or Opeli), which forces poor Ezran to assume a horrible role for which, at eight years old, he is obviously absolutely not prepared.
Which obviously puts the kingdom in a dangerous situation.
In his letter to Soren, Viren is very literal. He wants Soren to judge him, but for him to have all the necessary elements to do so; he wants Soren to understands why he made all these mistakes. Viren tells Soren that all the suffering he felt was never his fault, but his own.
It was Viren and Viren alone who chose to become a monster by violating Kppar then Lissa, thus causing her departure, then making Soren pay for it throughout his childhood.
The letter was intended to free Soren of all guilt. Because, when you get given the cold shoulder by your father throughout your whole childhood, you believe it has to be your fault. All divorce children think it's their fault.
The problem is, reading the truth might as well make Soren feel worse. Because this letter confirms that it was to save him that Viren destroyed the family, even if it was a choice that Viren made. According to Puzzle House, Soren remembers that he was sick, that his grandfather disappeared, that his father saved him, and that his mother left, but he could never connect the dots between all these events.
This letter means that the simple fact that Soren was alive was indeed the first crack that eventually caused the whole house to collapse.
Viren therefore chose to burn the letter, hoping to spare his son such a burden.
Both Viren's and Harrow's deaths have something of a suicide to them, and not just in the letters they leave behind.
Remember my post comparing their actions to the quote from the Kaamelott show ? "What is someone who suffers and spills his blood on the floor so that everyone is guilty? All suicides are Christ. All bathtubs are the Grail."
In short, I was trying to explain how their masochism made others suffer.
Harrow claims to consider himself a servant, and he certainly means it. He is humble, is aware monarchy is an unfair system and has a great sense of honor, not hesitating to defy certain traditions - by sharing his official portrait with Viren - and to put his own life at stake. But when, for example, he finds nothing better to do than deprive his people of food simply to honor a promise, his claims sound particularly hollow. He is out-of-touch enough not to know the state his kingdom is in, so he will certainly not have to see his own family starve. But he set out to restore some justice to the world, however stupid this justice is. He seems to consider that by sacrificing the kingdom, he is sacrificing himself. And during his heroic death, that by sacrificing himself, he will save the kingdom instead of plunging it into chaos.
Viren, most probably partly because of his social origins that he keeps getting reminded of (and a fun childhood too, the guy insults himself in front of the mirror until he breaks down crying and constantly devalues his son) is haunted by an inferiority complex. To be useless. He has a morbid need for gratitude. Hoping to matter, to serve a purpose, he spent years self-destructing through dark magic, constantly putting himself in danger, ruining his health, wiping behind the king's decisions, or letting Aaravos exploit his body in increasingly abject ways. In short, to see himself only as a means to an end.
This feeling of ungratefulness is not unfounded: not only is the king actually incompetent enough not to have the slightest idea of ââthe state of his kingdom's resources, but in addition, where any swordsman would display with pride the scars of his craft, Viren is forced to hide his swollen face - it is even part of the reason why his wife left him.
The problem is that his own self-sacrificing tendancies made him think he had the right to exploit others: his wife, Sarai, Harrow, the princes, Soren, and a few thousand others, and I'm probably forgetting some.
That since sacrificing others was difficult for him, it made him the hero.
Viren probably suffers from a huge martyr syndrome: being able to exist only through the gratitude of others, he begins to take charge of all their problems, even unsollicited, and even if it means creating others in the process. It doesnt make him evil. It's an unconcious strategy to simply survive.
Since he is competent, no-nonesense, pragmatic and literally magical, he ends up making himself absolutely indispensable. No one but him could save two kingdoms from famine. Even more so, Sarai, Harrow's wife, sacrificed herself to save him because he was a mage. This survivor's guilt may have made this problem worse.
His mentality, which he summed up as "get a grip" to a traumatized Terry, also likely played a role in the deterioration of his relationship with Harrow. After Sarai's death, Viren probably felt that he ought to be the immovable and unshakable pillar on which Harrow should be able to rely. That if he ever showed the slightest doubt, the slightest weakness, Harrow, and with him, the kingdom, would collapse. Whereas if Viren had been less constipated, Harrow would undoubtedly have felt less lonely, and would have been less likely to take his own life as he did.
Viren is the brain of the heart. He provides a safeguard to Harrow, whose sense of justice blinds him. Harrow has, after all, indeed chosen the Blindfold in his dream, to push him to imagine a system aimed at protecting everyone equally. An ideal, unrealistic and inconsiderate. Viren is the Scales, in my opinion: he compares the costs of his actions to the positive consequences that will result from them. He is a result-oriented person, measuring his self-worth by his productivity.
Now, it's time for me to talk about the Drama Triangle, theorized by psychiatrist Stephen Karpman in his article Fairy Tales and script drama analysis.
Karpmann first applies this schema to fairy tales: for example, the Piper of Hamelin saves the villagers, victims of the rats who persecute them; but instead of thanking him, the villagers throw stones at him and banish him without paying their dues; which pushes the Piper to take revenge, becoming a persecutor, by making all the children of the village disappear.
But this Triangle, as Karpman explains, is also an unconscious psychological game, a relational pattern between victim, persecutor and savior that cannot be applied to an emergency situation. It is not necessary for all three instances of the triangle to be present, but it is often enough for one person to play the game for the others to get involved. Stephen Karpman adds that the more roles are reversed in a single scene, the more intense it is in emotion and conflict.
The victim is isolated, passive and unable to make decisions to resolve their problems. The persecutor belittles them, minimizes their suffering and mocks them in the hope of making them react. The savior defends them, feels obliged to solve the victim's problems for him even unsollicited, which is very gratifying for them but maintains the victim in a state of dependence.
None of these roles are positive because they create unbalanced relationships.
The problem, you can see it coming, is that over the years, Harrow has become completely dependent on Viren to put his grand ideas into practice, and therefore on the "necessary" crimes that Viren lined up like pearls on a necklace. It's not just dirty, it's also infantilising. Viren constantly acts as a savior, which places Harrow in a victim role, unaccustomed to questioning Viren's decisions even when he is wrong.
Harrow couldn't take it anymore.
He became so fed up with his own dependence on Viren that he concluded the only way to get rid of him was to die.
Harrow could have hidden with the princes, or fired his entire guard and faced the consequences of his actions alone, but he just seized the opportunity to sell his skin dearly and die a hero.
I would even go so far as to say that for Harrow, his own death served three purposes:
Reunite with Sarai without whom his life no longer has meaning
Finally receive his rightful punishment and put an end to his own feelings of guilt
Make Viren finally feel guilty about something, even if it was his suicide. He wants him to see his blood spilled on the floor.
In short, to finally regain control by placing Viren in the role of victim, while becoming the persecutor.
"I have tolerated your arrogance for to long. But if this is my last day as king, I will make sure you will know your place."
Viren, throughout seasons 1 and 2, paying for Harrow's mistakes as he always did, tried to position himself as the savior of the human kingdoms, that were then facing a crisis situation: as a result, he is rejected at every turn, completely isolated, sentenced to death for treason and completely unable to resolve his problems. In short, a victim.
And who is it that "saves" him ?
Aaravos, by presenting himself as Viren's "servant", flatters his ego and points out persecutors to blame. However, Viren is not a fool: he is aware of being manipulated. He knows that Aaravos is deliberately withholding a lot of information from him. But he throws himself into it of his own free will. He's more stressed than everyone else as well as grieving, he back to the wall and isn't thinking like the rest of the world: as far as he is concerned, he has only made a series of unavoidable decisions, which had doors and doors shutting in his face over and over, plunging him further and further into sheer darkness.
Until he has "nothing left to lose". Until the man who he has chained to a wall is freer than him. Until the knife eventually becomes the border between two worlds, separating him from the only source of light, pale, artificial, unforgiving, coming from "worse than death": Aaravos.
Yeah, it's clearly suicide-coded.
Viren (believing he was doing the right thing) got the worst out of Harrow, just as Aaravos (wanting to cause chaos for fun) got the worst out of Viren.
And just like Harrow, the only way Viren had to get rid of the devil on his shoulder was to die.
And as for Viren's third death in the sixth season, heroic if ever there was one (on the very balcony where he looked at his wrist in season 2), it is also no coincidence that he repeats Harrow's last words to him, told to humiliate him : "I am a servant."
This term carries an ambivalence: the nobility of abnegation and the humiliation of submission.
Although Harrow saw himself as a servant of the kingdom and promoted equality in his reforms and symbols, he eventually grew tired of it. He does sacrifice his own life to end the cycle of revenge, but since he does not take the trouble to prepare for his succession, even if only by ensuring that the princes are safe, the result is a total disaster. He also devotes the last minutes of his existence to being completely unjustified cruelty towards Viren. His death was a way for him to finally regain control.
Viren, hurt that Harrow lowered him to the ground by mistaking his self-sacrifice for arrogance and once again leaving him to pay the price for his decisions, has made this term the justification for his crimes... confusing, in his good intentions, âserving the peopleâ for âusing the peopleâ.
Viren was completely willing to sacrifice himself to save Harrow in Season 1, but Harrow, determined to regain control, didn't even listen to him; and Viren immediately recanted when Harrow refused to recognize him as an equal. Although it could not have been more sincere, the sacrifice of his own life was then rejected by the plot because it was done without humility.
(or maybe Harrow immediately understood what Viren was going to do and scolded him to dissuade him)
Viren was then reduced to his greatest weakness : his existential need for gratitude.
And more than ever, he was the only one with common sense in the room, on top of being belittled for his absence of royal blood. He still thinks he knows better than everyone else, just as he always actually did. Anyone who crosses his vision ought to be killed. No matter how much he has to harm others and himself (burning his own eyes, committing high treason and sentencing himself to death, giving in body and soul to "worse than death", letting Aaravos manipulate his body in absolutely gross ways, risking being burned at the stake) in the process. Aaravos sees straight through, exploits this, because it's what dark magic is: it's dehumanising yourself as well as others; seeing no longer people but components and obstacles. Viren harms himself to be seen as a hero, not a servant. He needs gratitude, admiration. To be seen as above. A servant is beneath, only ever doing what he is told.
But today, Viren, haunted by the vision of Harrow's blood on the floor, chooses to sacrifice himself, thus saving the population of Katolis in the face of dragon fire, to sacrifice himself alone and no one else, reviled, hated, and misunderstood. The official portrait of him and Harrow, symbolizing his noble deeds and the good they were able to do together, burned in the castle fire.
He dies not in court clothes but in rags, not as an official hero showered with praise, but as a traitor. Soren will never know what he did for him as a child, Viren doesn't want his death to haunt him.
Even though he dies as the Lord Protector of the Realm Ezran could not be, in the eyes of history, Viren will remain the traitor. The Evil Chancellor, Jafar, Richard III, Iago, Scar.
No one will see his blood as he spills it on the floor of Harrow's room.
Servants of the realm indeed.
#tdp#tdp harrow#tdp viren#tdp virrow#tdp analysis#tdp s6#tdp s6 spoilers#tdp book 6: stars#king viren#king harrow#character analysis#tdp character analysis#tdp lord viren
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my favorite arthurian movies (part 3/3)
More details (and youtube links for the less known movies) under cut. Some of these I love, some are so bad so good, some are beautifully epic, some are just funny.
Sire Gauvain et le Chevalier vert (2004): Short French movie about Gawain and the Green Knight. Very loyal to the story, one of my favorite Gawain movie. You can contact the producers here to buy the dvd.
King Arthur (2002): One of the first attempts to make arthuriana into an epic historical retelling. It definitely failed, but it is still a nice movie to watch. it focuses on Arthur and Guinevere as enemies to lovers.
Merlin and Arthur the Lion King (2010) (youtube): Ridiculous animated movie, this one is ugly and predictable but look... it is so fun. And it has the first redeemed Mordred in movies ever.
Avalon High (2010): Movie adaptation of the novel by the same title, except that it messes up the whole story. Full of inconsistencies but such a classic ridiculous story.
Dragons of Camelot (2014) (youtube): So bad so good, very bad, very entertaining. Galahad is the adopted son of Arthur and he escapes to find his father Lancelot when Morgana conquers Camelot. It is also the first time we have a movie focusing on Galahad and Lancelot, and where Dindrane appears.
King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017): The first attempt to create a franchise revolving around King Arthur, very Marvel-inspired. The plot is forgettable but the action is really fun.
King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table (2017) (youtube): Unforgettable movie, this is so so bad, and absolutely ridiculous so you need to watch it. Aliens, modern days arthurian characters, Morgana-mecha, sympathetic Mordred.
The Green Knight (2021): Truly a work of art. A re-interpretation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and one of the best arthurian movies out there.
Kaamelott: The First Chapter (2021): Sequel of the Kaamelott tv show. The next chapter part 1 will come out in 2025.
#sir gawain and the green knight#king arthur#kaamelott#avalon high#dragons of camelot#green knight 2021#green knight 2020#forgot what tag i use#merlin and arthur the lion king#Sire Gauvain et le Chevalier vert#king arthur 2017#fav movies#fav arthurian media#download
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All hail the May Queen Guinevere!   My contribution to the May Day Parade
Song: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
Videos and voice clips: Knights of The Round Table (1953) Sword of Lancelot (1963) Camelot (1967) BBC The Legend of King Arthur (1979) Excalibur (1981) Merlin and The Sword (1985) First Knight (1995) Merlin (1998) A Knight's Tale (2001) King Arthur (2004) BBC Merlin (2008-2012) Starz Camelot (2011) Arthur & Merlin: Knights of Camelot (2020) The Green Knight (2021) Kaamelott First Installment (2021) The Winter King (2023)
#arthurian legend#arthurian legends#arthuriana#arthurian mythology#arthurian literature#guinevere#queen guinevere#lancelot#lancelot du lac#sir lancelot#arthur pendragon#king arthur#may day parade#my post
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Thank you for the tag @gingersnaptaff !
Last song: Oren by Adwaith
Currently Watching: House of the dragon (I've started this show in august and I'm only on the fourth episodeđ). I also started watching My brilliant friend
Three ships: Breenick (from legendborn and the ship i've been obsessed with for 3 years and will probably be obsessed with to the day I die lol), Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (I lean more towards Arthur/Guinevere (my favourite portrayals are from bbc merlin and the winter king (the tv show specifically). also, from arthur by stephen r lawhead and kaamelott) but the idea of Arthur/Gwen/Lance makes me go insane every time I think about it or see it portrayed in modern works), Cleo/Pope (from outer banks. they deserve more screentime!)
Favourite colour(s): Yellow
Currently consuming: Nothing
First ship: Lyra/Will from His dark materials (I cried so much at the end of book 3 đ)
Last movie: It was either excalibur (1981) or a rewatch of the two towers (i don't remember exactly)
Currently working on: Uhm... nothing really. I don't really have any artistic talents so I'm not working on any fics or drawings/paintings
Tagging: @hbhtasm @cesarescabinet @a-funeral-pyre @squirrel-in-the-woods @apocalypso15
@wixch-or-wizard @massiveladycat @effervescentaardvark @zannibythesea
Tag game: tag nine people youâd like to know better.
Tagged by: @oneshoulderangel
Last song: At the moment, I have "Losing Your Memory" by Alan Star stuck in my head, which I suppose makes it my current song, not my last song. Hm. I get songs stuck in my head very easily, but the last one I had there for a significant amount of time was a mashup of different language versions of "Les Rois du Monde" for about a week. "Lehetsz KirĂĄly", the Magyar version, is probably my favorite of them. It's worth a listen.
Currently watching: Normally, the answer would be "random mostly terrible old movies/shows" or "nothing much", but I currently have a hyperfixation on the musical Roméo et Juliette and have been watching it in multiple languages. (Thus, the song).
Three ships: This is hard. Maybe as a result of being on the ace and aro spectrums, I'm more likely to care about which characters are interacting than whether it's romantic or platonic. Here goes:
Kedivere/Bedikay. It can be romantic, platonic, or queerplatonic, but whichever way, I'm here for it. I probably spend too much time thinking about how in Cullwch and Olwen, when Cai gets mad at Arthur and marches out, Bedwyr stays behind, keeps acting like nothing's happened, and isn't the one to avenge Cai's death. The feeling of betrayal on both sides has a lot of unexplored potential. And the version where Bedivere dies and Kay fights to bring his body back safely while mortally wounded himself... And the version where Bedivere survives Camlann and Kay isn't said to fight in it, so they might be left together after their world has fallen apart...
Platonically or queerplatonically, Galahad and the Grail Heroine. I really like the tragic Grail Quest friendships, but I like theirs most, maybe because there's something weird and otherworldly about them both. I like it when characters are strange and endearing and doomed by the narrative.
Ever since reading John Matthews' retelling, which I read before the original, I've had a soft spot for Caradoc and Guinier. The Story of Caradoc is very disturbing, and I have some major qualms with Caradoc over a detail Matthews cut out, but all the same, there's a reason these two have the best track record with magical fidelity tests. Each of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other, and together, they're stronger than any curse.
Favorite Color: Blue, particularly royal blue and some teals.
Currently consuming: Black licorice with chocolate.
First ship: This is a hard one, since through elementary and most of middle school, I tended to go along with whatever I thought the author's intentions were and was more likely to unship something. The first non-endgame ship I got invested in was Sonya/Nikolai in War and Peace. I didn't like Nikolai, but Sonya did, and she was my favorite character, so I wanted her to be happy. The first non-canon couple I thought was meant to be together was also in War and Peace: Marya Bolkonskaya and Julie Karagina. My eighth grade self did not think their letters could be interpreted platonically. I still don't.
Last movie: If the musical doesn't count, the last movie I watched was Quest for Camelot, which was awful. Though not Robot Monster-level bad, Robot Monster has an elegance to its simplicity which Quest for Camelot lacks.
Currently working on: Various fics, most of them Arthuriana or CotRK-related (I am woefully behind on the Badfic Bingo), and (theoretically) an epic-style poem, though I haven't gotten much of it written for quite a while now.
Tagging: @gawrkin, @emperorcandy, @wildbasil, @gorewound, @knightsofsomethingorother, @ladyminaofcamelot, @tasosotaso, @amashelle, @gingersnaptaff (I have no idea who's been tagged so far, apart from the people on @oneshoulderangel's post, so I apologize for any multi-tags)
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Fair one who holds my life
A captive in thine eyes.
Who ravishes my heart
With the kindness of thy smile
Come soon for my relief
Ere I must die of grief
"You're lovely today."
"No more than usual."
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Guinevere sings this little song while doing embroidery in bed. Fascinated, Arthur joins in and vocalizes with her, since they both know the song. It's a rare soft moment between them, only having found out that they knew and like the same song.
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there is a dark undercurrent in this episode tho. the only reason why arthur is relaxed enough to join with her singing was because guinevere arranged for him to sleep with demetra, his mistress, for 3 nights in a row. Guinevere has always made his relaxation her priority, coz it gives him and her peaceful nights, and it keeps him from always being pissed at his knights. The thing is tho, Guienvere's meddling of his emotional well-being is also what causes them to argue and shout at each other after this little moment of them sharing that love song. This drives arthur away from their bed and onto demetra's once again.
Arthur then tries to sing the same song to Demetra, who has no idea what the song was about and couldn't complete him.
Thing is... this is the song that Arthur always sings when he is alone especially in the woods. He sang this while lounging under a tree and while bathing in the lake. This is like Arthur's characteristic love song! And if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time the song is sung in this show.... and it was always connected to Guinevere the whole time!
This show really went ham with the emotional beats and tiny conflicts that will gradually shape up to create the overall story.
#kaamelott#this show is so rewatchable istfg#kaamelott arthur#kaamelott guinevere#livre 1#pendranievre#they make me cry your honor
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â I forgot my crown of flowers. I'm fetching it, that's all. â Your crown of flowers? Who cares about your crown of flowers?! We pull you from the clutches of that madman and you go back? Do you think you're sane?! â Well, if you freed me to forbid me from going where I please... I might have as well stayed there! â I do not forbid you... â But I'm going to get my crown of flowers! Besides, it's not my crown of flowers, it's your crown of flowers. â My crown of flowers?! No, I don't have any crown of flowers. â The one you wore on our wedding day.
J'ajoute que c'est un porte-bonheur dont je me suis laissé dire qu'il vous assurait sécurité et sérénité tant que je l'avais avec moi.
Kaamelott : Premier Volet (2021)
#Kaamelott#Kaamelott Premier Volet#Kaamelott 2021#KV1#French cinema#period drama#GueniĂšvre#Guinevere#Arthur Pendragon#King Arthur#pendraniĂšvre#Anne Girouard#Alexandre Astier#my gifs#do I want to ship them considering their level of fidelity? no#have I fallen for this ship nonetheless? of course#guess I'll blame the actors#the most beautiful cinematic Arthur and Guinevere I've seen
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Botanic Tournament : Honorary Mentions !
Explanations here
Round 1 Part 2 Poll 2
Explanations underneath
Where do I even start
One of you wanted to submit Gandalf's big naturals. I promised them they'd get a spot
GueniĂšvre is French for Guinevere.
It's also phonologically close to genévrier (juniper tree).
However, it more likely comes from Briton words for "white fay/ghost"
Original propaganda for Guinevere :
"Kaamelott doesn't get enough love on this website"
#botanic tournament#tournament polls#honorary mentions bracket#gandalf#lotr#lord of the rings trilogy#lord of the rings#lotr gandalf#gueniĂšvre#kaamelott#kv1#frenchblr#movieblr#tv shows#tv series#arthuriana
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"I want a character driven, not plot driven adaptation" watch kaamelott. "I want an adaptation where theyre just some guys" watch kaamelott. "i want a low-stakes comedy" kaamelott. "where guinevere is portrayed in a sympathetic light, and her actions are understandable" kaamelott. "knights have sleepovers" kaamelott. "I want to see their everyday lives" "i want a self aware adaptation" JUST WATCH KAAMELOTT
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#Kaamelott#GueniĂšvre#gueniĂšvre pendragon#art#fanart#my art#myart#traditional art#guinevere#Kaamelott livre 6#livre 6#Queen of Logre and My Heart#And Arthur's heart#luv her#pour une fois ue suis satisfaite de mon dessin
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Le fandom aprĂšs la scĂšne Ă la Tour :
#kaamelott#kv1#kv1 spoilers#guenievre x arthur#arthur guenievre#arthur x guinevere#arthur x gueniĂšvre#arthur pendragon#arthur#Guenievre#gueniĂšvre#alexandre astier#anne girouard#la scĂšne de la tour#arthur Ă la tour#kaamelott premier volet#kaamelott meme#kt memes
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My favorite arthurian tv shows and minisiers (part 2/2)
(My favorite movies here)
More details under cut. Some of these I love, some are so bad so good, some are beautifully epic, some are just funny.
Kaamelott: French long running series about Arthur and his court. It started with very short comedic episodes and slowly stated to get into more serious events still keeping a comedic tone. More on how to start watching (for English speakers) here.
Merlin (BBC): Okay, this might have filled me with frustration many times, and it might be annoying (for me) in the way some stories were adapted (Morgana going evil, Guinevere and Lancelot) but I still love the first season and I enjoyed the fifth season a lot. Plus, Guinevere in Merlin BBC is probably one of my favorite Guinevere ever created, I just adore her. Not to mention that this show has take arthuriana from tv movies and turned into something marketable again, giving rise to a bunch of movies.
Camelot (Starz): Oh boy, so much potential and so good. Everything but Arthur and Guinevere, for me, is perfect. Literally delightful. The settings are beautiful, the story of Merlin and Igraine actually made me shed a tear, Kay is adorable, Gawain had the potential of being the first queer Gawain ever (I could feel it!), and Morgana was absolutely perfect. I truly believe that if they had cut Guinevere's story, and changed the actor playing Arthur this could have been our long arthurian tv show.
The Librarians: An extremely fun show with a Galahad living in modern times and working with the Librarians. While the arthurian elements are not a lot (there is Morgana, Galahad and some Lancelot), the show is still enjoyable for the self-contained adventures it offers.
Trollhunters / Tales of Arcadia: This animated series is not really an arthurian one, but it does have Merlin, Morgana and Arthur as main characters in the third season, which takes a more arthurian setting (it is called Wizards). I really enjoyed the backstory of Morgana, and in general even the first two seasons are quite fun for what they are.
Fate/Apocrypha: I admit I am not a fan of the Fate universe, mainly because it confuses me, but seeing Mordred in the flesh? I loved them. This one season anime does not have a lot of arthurian backstory for Mordred, but the show still manages to keep some of the angst and for me it was enough.
Arthur et les enfants de la Table Ronde: Probably my favorite animated arthurian show ever. The story is for kids, but it still manages to throw in some interesting twist, in particular related to Uther's cruelty/harshness and Morgana's actions. It follows a kid Arthur who is an orphan living in Uther's kingdom and going to adventures with Sagramore, Guinevre, Gawain, Morgana etc. It also has one of the few Morgause out there!
Cursed: Okay, hear me out! Is this show good? Not in my opinion. Is it fun? Yes, I actually enjoyed it. The Merlin and Nimue duo was an interesting take, Arthur's story was developing to be really good, Morgana as a lesbian? Yes, please. It was messy, but it managed to pull together even a final battle and give us some surprising moments so this is one of those shows I will probably feel like rewatching in the future (and buying the dvd if they sell it).
#cursed netflix#fate apocrypha#camelot#kaamelott#merlin bbc#camelot starz#trollhunters#fate series#cursed#arthur et les enfants de la table ronde#fav tv#fav arthurian media
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