A bright white stagecoach came to a halt next to a truly massive mansion in the countryside. Out of the coach stepped a certain silver-haired woman, clad in a fancy white gown and ready to "get her hands dirty" with politics, so to speak.

Gwen tugged at the waist uncomfortably. "I can imagine how women in corsets must feel," she thought aloud. "Say coachman, does it make my butt look big?"
The coachman stared at it for several seconds. "Um..."
"Well? Out with it."
"...yeah," he said honestly.
"Good. Men seem to like big butts for some reason."
Relieved that she didn't get angry (and quite in agreement with her), the coachman chuckled and drove away the coach with a click of his tongue.

Now left alone in front of this strange new mansion, Gwen sighed and stepped up to the front gate. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she shouted. A guard came up to the gate and inspected her. "You the visitor?" he asked suspiciously.
"Mhm, yep. If you need documentation-"
"No need," he interrupted. "Lord Soren deMerquise is waiting for you."

She smiled warmly at the guard and went through. The guard led her inside the house and into the vast dining hall, where a dashing young man with long blond hair sat waiting with a delicious-looking bowl of blaze pepper soup. "Ah! You made it just in time, my queen. Please, sit with me and let's talk!" Gwen shot him her prettiest smile and delicately took the indicated seat. A servant scooted her up to the table and brought her a plate of salad.

"If I may be so bold, Your Highness, you look simply extravagant in that silken ball gown," Soren cooed.
"Why thank you! I had it specially tailored for me," she lied. It was actually her mother's dress, which was a fact she did not want commonly known.
"The tailor did a smashing job. Do you like the salad?"
"In truth, I haven't tasted it."
"Oh, but you must!" He took her fork, pierced a little salad, and gently fed it to her.
Gwen blushed slightly, being a little surprised at being treated in this manner, but did not refuse the bite. When she had finished it, she concluded, "This dish is remarkably delectable, considering its apparent simplicity."
Soren clapped his hands, delighted that his lady guest liked the dish. "Do you think so? You do me honor, my fair lady, for it is of my very own creation!"
Gwen raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Really? I must admit I was not expecting that. Surely you have some talent there. But come! Surely you did not invite me here to make small talk?"

Soren sighed and clasped his hands together. "Unfortunately. You see, I have a confession to make. It was I, Lord deMerquise, who ordered the theft of your Execution Blade."
Gwen's eyes widened. "Surely you jest, my lord?"
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I do not. You see, I thought it well-worth the risk of bringing the Council down upon my head, if I could successfully bring justice with it before I am 'dealt with.'"
She tilted her head slightly. "How do you mean? What is this 'justice' you mean to exact without due process?"
Soren stared at her blankly. "Due process? Due process, you say? Where was 'due process' when that dastardly Diavolo Sintaris slaughtered thousands and got away with it?"

Diavolo Sintaris? My uncle? Gwen almost couldn't believe her ears. Soren continued. "Where was 'due process' when my most trusted heroes were sentenced to imprisonment for attempting to stop Diavolo's dastardly plans? Surely you are not in league with him?"
Gwen shot him a very sour look. "How dare you suggest that I would engage in so reprehensible an alliance! I abhor the man with every fiber of my being!"
Soren closed his eyes and bowed. "My sincerest apologies, fair Gwenivere. I meant you no insult. Forgive me the offense."
She too closed her eyes and returned the gesture. "Apology accepted, Lord deMerquise. Pray, let us continue our profitable discussion."
"I fail to see the need, my queen. I have told you all that needed to be said."
"That may be so, but you have yet to hear what I think of it all."
"And?..."
"If you will but return the blade, no charges shall be laid to your name."
A sigh of relief passed the man's lips. "You know not how heavy a weight you have lifted from my heart. You words do calm my spirit like no others. But..."
"Yes?"
"There is a slight problem..."
Uh oh.
"...I no longer possess the blade."

Basic Gwen + young Vin in "The Territory"
Basic Gwen + young Vin again in "Dawn of Heroes: Battle Arena"
Queen Gwenyvier in "Schizo Fantasy"
Gwenyvier, alias Solorfainiel in "Legendary III" (scroll to the bottom)
Ultimate Gwenyvier in "Tavern: Between the Worlds"

They were rather... "exciting", weren't they? :P

Nope, though I and Swift both play SK and made references to it.

What are you two bickering about?

More importantly, can you do it someplace else? I still intend to write on this thread, y'know.

A deep sigh left Gwen's lungs as she stared at her robes in a mirror. I hope this works. Clad once more in her durable cloak and hood, she felt ready to take on almost anything.

Almost.

She stepped out of her room and beckoned Galahad to come with her. They slipped out of the council halls and onto the main road. Once there, Galahad decided to pose the question on his mind. "Ma'am..." he began.
"Yes?" Gwen replied quietly.
"...do you really need me?"
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"Well...I just thought...you figured you could protect yourself."
"I do figure I can protect myself."
"So why do you need me?"
"Not for protecting me."

That just left Galahad's mind filled with more questions than answers. But he hadn't the time to clarify, because Gwen had stopped moving. "Ma'am?-"
"Shh."
He fell silent and followed her gaze to an unpleasant sight unfolding in the middle of the road. He was about to ask what she wanted to do about it, but when he turned around, she was gone. "M'lady? Madam?" he called out as he twisted around in the crowd to look for her. Someone pulled him aside and tugged him into a narrow alley, and he fell against a wall.

A tall, imposing man in black, shadowy armor stood in front of him, looming like a monstrous beast over his prey. "Hello, Galahad. Don't you remember me?" he sneered, his threatening voice sending shivers up the guard's spine. But Galahad was not one to be threatened easily. He got to his feet and replied simply, "No."
Even through the helmet, he could tell that the shadowy man was scowling at him. "I'm offended. Be afraid, very afraid." Galahad made no reply, and the man lifted up his visor.

Galahad almost lost his balance when he realized that the person under the armor was not a man but a woman. And not just any woman; it was none other than Xindis, the legendary dragon woman herself. "I'd dearly hoped you would remember me," she pouted. "Guess I'll just have to refresh your memory!" She kneed him in the gut, and he bent over in pain. "Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" she continued. "You and your filthy, useless lot!"

She was about to knee him in the stomach again when a white hand fell on her shoulder and stopped her. "Enough, Xindis."
Xindis turned around. Now it was her time to be surprised; she stumbled back and nearly fell over on top of Galahad. "M-m-madam Gwenivere! How did you know-?"
Gwen threw back her hood and planted her hands on her hips. "I'm sorry for using you as bait, Galahad. I hope you don't mind."
Galahad shook his head. It was his job, after all.
Xindis closed her eyes and shook her head. "What do you want with me, you piece of filth?"
Gwen smirked and leaned close to Xindis' face.

"I need you to do me a favor."