Lioncelle

[…] he would no more have thought of asking a young innocent girl to cast in her lot with him for better or for worse, than he would have sat down to play piquet with a boy who could not count the points of the game. Neither did the taming of a lioncelle tempt him a whit.

You could pretend that Guenever was a sort of man-eating lioncelle herself, or that she was one of those selfish women who insist on ruling everywhere. […] People who have been digested by a man-eating lioncelle tend to become nonentities—to live no life except within the vitals of the devourer.