sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“I — don’t know.” She glances around. Instinctively, weirdly, she’s managed to move in the direction that Dover lies in, despite still being in Camelot. “It doesn’t matter. Mordred, you lied to him!”

        He sighed, pulling his hand from hers. “Summer, what else was I meant to do?”

“Perhaps let me persuade him?” She sighs, scraping one hand back through her hair. “Na, ‘sdim ots. You’ve leave, and it’s early yet. If we go now, we’ll be there tomorrow noon.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“You /lied/ to him,” she hisses, glancing round. She seizes his hand and tugs him down the corridor without paying much attention to where they’re going, only away.

        The young knight jumps when she grabs his hand and she leads him down the hall. “Summer, where are you taking me?”

“I — don’t know.” She glances around. Instinctively, weirdly, she’s managed to move in the direction that Dover lies in, despite still being in Camelot. “It doesn’t matter. Mordred, you lied to him!”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Summer drops a quick curtsey and backs out the door, hurling herself round to lean against the wall with one hand pressed over her heart again. “Oh my gods, Mordred.”

        Mordred chuckles, leaning up against the wall, watching her for a moment. “Told you, darling.”

“You /lied/ to him,” she hisses, glancing round. She seizes his hand and tugs him down the corridor without paying much attention to where they’re going, only away.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“I’ll expect you to send me a message if you aren’t back within a week, Mordred,” Arthur says, making up his mind. “My good wishes to your father, Summer, and safety on the journey. Go on.” He bends back to his papers, clearly dismissing them.

        He bows slightly, straightening up soon after. “Thank you my lord, of course, it will be done.”

Summer drops a quick curtsey and backs out the door, hurling herself round to lean against the wall with one hand pressed over her heart again. “Oh my gods, Mordred.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

She manages to control her face at Mordred’s blatant lie, biting at her lips and giving the king her most appealing, helpless-girl look. “I-if Sir Mordred could escort me — it’s just Dover … “

Arthur’s eyes flick back and forth between the two, clearly pondering. “Just the one?” He lifts a hand, dismissing any insult on Mordred’s part. “Mordred is a fine knight, don’t get me wrong.”

She looks to Mordred for help, and back to the king. “I shouldn’t think — I’m not very important, I don’t need more than the one … ” Inspiration strikes. “Surely if there’s just the two of us, it will be safer, we will attract less attention.”

        He had to resist the urge to cock a brow, choosing to ignore Arthur’s comment. “Dover isn’t all that dangerous but there are a few dangers,” he tells him. “It would be quick, at a hard day’s ride, but just in case.”

“I’ll expect you to send me a message if you aren’t back within a week, Mordred,” Arthur says, making up his mind. “My good wishes to your father, Summer, and safety on the journey. Go on.” He bends back to his papers, clearly dismissing them.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Summer swallows a squeak. The king’s blue eyes are daunting, and she really wants to take Mordred’s hand again. “I — I was hoping I could beg an escort of you, sire, back to my home. I’m — I’m needed there.”

       Arthur intertwines his fingers together in front of him, placing his quill down on the desk. “Her lord father is ill, sire,” Mordred tells him, “and her sister is exhausting herself looking after him, he might not make it,” he adds, throwing her a look. “She received word today and she didn’t want to bring it to your attention.”

She manages to control her face at Mordred’s blatant lie, biting at her lips and giving the king her most appealing, helpless-girl look. “I-if Sir Mordred could escort me — it’s just Dover … “

Arthur’s eyes flick back and forth between the two, clearly pondering. “Just the one?” He lifts a hand, dismissing any insult on Mordred’s part. “Mordred is a fine knight, don’t get me wrong.”

She looks to Mordred for help, and back to the king. “I shouldn’t think — I’m not very important, I don’t need more than the one … ” Inspiration strikes. “Surely if there’s just the two of us, it will be safer, we will attract less attention.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Ah.” Fathers. Of course. Somehow it is hard to think of the commanding, golden King of Camelot as a son with obedience to his father. Then there was no time left to think, or fret, for they were at Arthur’s chamber door, and she pulls her hand from Mordred’s to press it over her galloping heart.

        “Calm down,” he whispers, kissing her cheek, “you shall be fine.” Mordred lifts his hand and gently taps it against the door, waiting for Arthur to call him in. “Uh, excuse me, my lord, I have something to ask of you, if you would be so kind to listen.”

The blond head lifts from the papers scattered across his table, blinking for a moment before he lifts his hand to beckon. “Mordred! Come in. What is it?”

Summer tries to hide behind Mordred, and Arthur raises his brows. “Who’s that?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“But he’s the king! Who could possibly forbid him from anyone he likes?”

       ”His father could, did, once long ago.”

“Ah.” Fathers. Of course. Somehow it is hard to think of the commanding, golden King of Camelot as a son with obedience to his father. Then there was no time left to think, or fret, for they were at Arthur’s chamber door, and she pulls her hand from Mordred’s to press it over her galloping heart.