[It had not been enough, Saber's love for her wife. It had paled in comparison to the true love Lancelot held for Guinevere, and Saber could not hold it against her wife when she searched her own personal feelings. To hear this Guinevere talk about her love and that it was lucky... Oh, how unlucky the woman had been when King Arthur chose her when it became clear that a king needed a queen. Saber's fondness for the woman had been her undoing.]

That is something for you to decide, but whether we choose to uphold our Court's ideals or not, they claim us. I am of the Unseelie, my dear lady. But know that I will always aid you, in the memory of my wife, should you ever need it.

And... though I know it may seen unusual... Please allow me to know you.