ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | SOPHIE TURNER as GUINEVERE, the queen of arthur, the godhead of lancelot, the white enchantress whose love brought down a kingdom.
She was given to him with the promise of a crown. “Some day you will sit on the throne of this broken land,” her father had promised her, before he bartered her like a cow. “And you will make it anew.” Ancient stories tell of an ancient queen, whose love burnt a city to the ground and spawned a legend; the nuns tell her that is wicked, that it was a woman’s lust that had brought about the downfall of every empire, had cast man from Eden. But I will be a queen, she thinks but does not say. I will be queen, and kings are not knights; kings do not fight and kings do not bleed. Should I not have a champion to bow at my feet, to kill and burn for the sake of mine honour? Should I not have a Paris, as every queen must? When she sees the man, when she sees his dark hair and his dark eyes at the tourney - she sits up.
