The legends will remember King Arthur as a hero. 

Guinevere knows better.

Behind Camelot’s gleaming walls lies a gilded cage. Queen in name, prisoner in truth, Guinevere is bound to a king whose cruelty hides behind crowns and commandments. The world will call him noble. She has felt the rot beneath.

And then — Lancelot.

She doesn’t know his name the night they meet. Doesn’t know he is her husband’s oldest friend. Only that when he looks at her, she feels alive for the first time in years. What begins as a spark becomes a fire neither of them can control. Their love is a rebellion — sacred, dangerous, impossible.

Because in Camelot, love like theirs is treason. And legends are written by the men who survive them.

A queen. A knight. A kingdom built on lies. And a love that could bring it all down.