Unfotunate events reared their ugly head today in the form of Sir Ioan. He's leaving love notes for Guinevere. A lot of them apparently.

I of course offered to speak to him for her, in my official capacity as the Leader of the Camelot Knights - Sir Ioan's actions towards an unwilling lady are bordering on unchilvarious I think, but Guinevere insisted I didn't.

And since she is my lady I have to honour her wishes.

Still! I wish I could shout my love for Guinevere from the rooftops! Not just to stop Sir Ioan's advances, but well in general. It'd be so...well, I've definitely dreamed about it.

Of course I can't. Sir Ioan can be in love with a the maidservant of King Uther's ward without calling much scandal (although some tongues will wag), but not me.

Ugh...I've depressed myself. I'm going to bed, to sleep and hopefully dream of my Guinevere.