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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“Where that business concerns my sister, surely!” Edward replies angrily. “It’s easy to see why you are a knight of Camelot and not some other place, you dodge questions like a fae. For the last time, lest I beat it out of you: what have you to do with my sister?”
The druid scoffed slightly. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. Indeed the fae were excellent at dodging questions but there were reasons they would do as such, the same with Mordred. He exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment, wondering whether or not he should tell him. “Because I love her.”
The other knight eyes him coolly. At last he says, “Is that why you came with her? You want to petition my father for her hand? You would do better to give up this foolish emotion. Do you bring with you an alliance?” Edward folds his arms. “Lands, castles? A great name? Anything at all save your sword and the Pendragon crest?”
He leans forward a bit. “Home she is, and home she’ll stay.”