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sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

She leaned over and kissed him lightly. “That is a first. I’ll be fine.”

      He cocks a brow at her, tilting his head slightly. “It is a time for firsts,” he tells her, “you better be.”

It felt strange, sleeping apart from him. Truth, it felt strange sleeping alone at all. Before she went to Camelot, Winter had been just married, and Summer hadn’t yet gotten used to sleeping without her, and now she was cold and lonely-feeling without Mordred. She didn’t sleep well, and got up very early to lean on one of the battlements and watch the sun rise.

After a while, she went down to the armory to assemble her gear. No chain, but hardened leather shaped to her body; a sword some hands shorter than most, but more suited to her height and weight; no shield, just steel vambraces the length of her forearm. Edward would have only a shield, and his armor.

Going back up, but to Mordred’s room instead, she tapped on the door and slipped in. “Will you help me brush my hair?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Most of the rest of dinner was accomplished in silence. When the serving folk brought out the sweets course and refilled the cups, Laurence got up and came around to put his hands on Summer’s shoulders. “Come down to the field tomorrow. You will chastise your brother yourself.”

She turned, startled. “Truly?”

“I’m sure Sir Mordred will help you ready yourself.”

      A light laugh passes over his lips, “I will be glad to do so,” he tells him, glancing back towards her, crossing his leg over the other. “I will also be glad to watch.”

Summer laughed. “I thought you didn’t want me to fight? Something about it being dangerous.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Giving a relieved sigh, Summer finally attended to her own dinner, shifting just enough to press her leg to Mordred’s.

      A smile flickered across his lips as he felt her leg against his and he moved to retake his goblet, glancing at her for a moment.

Most of the rest of dinner was accomplished in silence. When the serving folk brought out the sweets course and refilled the cups, Laurence got up and came around to put his hands on Summer’s shoulders. “Come down to the field tomorrow. You will chastise your brother yourself.”

She turned, startled. “Truly?”

“I’m sure Sir Mordred will help you ready yourself.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

“Hmmm.” Elisabeth flicked a glance at her husband. Laurence leaned forward, meeting Mordred’s eyes. “Do you think we need to worry? Ismere is the far side of Camelot from here — Odin is far closer. If they’ve joined forces, it’s cause for concern.”

Elisabeth’s hand closed slowly on the knife by her dish. Laurence laid a hand on her shoulder. “You are right. This is not talk for now. But I would be glad to hear your advice later, Mordred.”

       He nodded in understanding, “I would be glad to let you know what is going on, we have all the time in the world,” he tells him with another small smile, taking up his knife and fork.

Giving a relieved sigh, Summer finally attended to her own dinner, shifting just enough to press her leg to Mordred’s.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

“You’ve encountered Morgana Pendragon? And survived to tell the tale. There must be more to you than meets the eye.” Elisabeth toyed with the food on her plate. “What would that lady want with my daughter, Sir Mordred?”

       Mordred pulled a face. Morgana had saved him long ago as a boy and he had betrayed her for Arthur, he was surprised nothing had come of it yet, but he was waiting. “She is attacking anyone affiliated with Camelot in any form. She doesn’t give exact orders, her men raid anything and anyone.” He dared not mention the fact that he stabbed her.

“Hmmm.” Elisabeth flicked a glance at her husband. Laurence leaned forward, meeting Mordred’s eyes. “Do you think we need to worry? Ismere is the far side of Camelot from here — Odin is far closer. If they’ve joined forces, it’s cause for concern.”

Elisabeth’s hand closed slowly on the knife by her dish. Laurence laid a hand on her shoulder. “You are right. This is not talk for now. But I would be glad to hear your advice later, Mordred.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Summer turned her head away, refusing to mention that /she/ had asked /him/ to escort her, not the other way round, and jabbed Mordred in the side with her fingers under the table. Elisabeth merely nodded and said, “You must be very persuasive, then. Summer is a independent sort of lass, and she can usually take care of herself.”

       He cast her an ‘I know’  look before returning to the conversation at hand. “Not really,” he tells her, setting the goblet down, “I know, Summer is very independent, one of her admirable qualities, but things are getting dangerous. I have no doubt she could handle herself, but Morgana – I know exactly what she is capable of.”

“You’ve encountered Morgana Pendragon? And survived to tell the tale. There must be more to you than meets the eye.” Elisabeth toyed with the food on her plate. “What would that lady want with my daughter, Sir Mordred?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

“I could hardly fail to honour the knight who brought Summer home when she was most needed.” Elisabeth made sure his cup and plate were filled, and gave him a wise smile. “I hope you two will be able to stay awhile. A few days, at least. Surely King Arthur can spare you for that long?”

       Mordred gave a soft smile, drawing his eyes to his plate of food, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “It was nothing, truly, I refuse to let her leave by herself, it’s getting far too dangerous.” He reaches forward, taking his goblet, raising it to his lips before he speaks, “of course, it will be my honour, my lady.”

Summer turned her head away, refusing to mention that /she/ had asked /him/ to escort her, not the other way round, and jabbed Mordred in the side with her fingers under the table. Elisabeth merely nodded and said, “You must be very persuasive, then. Summer is a independent sort of lass, and she can usually take care of herself.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

“You must come sit by me,” Summer’s mother said comfortably, catching Mordred’s arm up with hers. Summer herself was left to trail a little forlornly behind to the empty seats between Winter and Laurence. To the other side of Winter a tall, narrow fellow with a mop of curly blond curls offered Mordred a nod, and rose to help Summer into her seat.

“Diolch, Mihangel,” she said softly, patting his hand. “I’m fine. Truly.” She tried not to look too worried as Elisabeth gestured Mordred into the seat on her other side.

       He had just gone to pull the chair out for Summer when the blond man reached it and Mordred gave him a smile, pulling out the chair for Lady Elizabeth. “After you my lady.” Once she is seated, he takes his seat, slightly uncomfortable in his position but he doesn’t comment on anything. “Thank you for allowing me into your home.”

“I could hardly fail to honour the knight who brought Summer home when she was most needed.” Elisabeth made sure his cup and plate were filled, and gave him a wise smile. “I hope you two will be able to stay awhile. A few days, at least. Surely King Arthur can spare you for that long?”