sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Edward’s face flushed. “By law I am the heir to Dobria. That is my right to her, to dispose of her as I see fit.”

Summer flinched. “I am not an object,” she said, voice choked. “I deserve some say in my life.”

“Oh, aye, and see what you have done with it!” Edward snapped. “Lain with this boy of no name and no house and no worth and trampled your own name in the dust thereby. Absolutely, you deserve a say, Summer, but not while you are of my house, if not my blood.”

“Mordred is worth a hundred of you, and more,” Summer cried. “No matter what else he is, it wouldn’t matter, because I love him, and he loves me.” She stepped between the two men, one hand hugging the blanket to her chest. “If you intend to fight him, you’ll have to fight me first.”

Edward backhanded her to the floor. “Know. Your. Place.”

       Anger ran over the young knight’s face and he surged forward, gripping Edward by the collar and throwing him back against the wall, his head colliding with the stone. “Don’t you ever raise your hand to her again,” he hisses, his hand finding the elder man’s throat, “or I swear to the gods you will regret the day you were born.”

     ”Perhaps it is time you learned your place,” the knight tells him, glaring up at him.

Summer held one hand to her cheek, still clutching the blanket with the other where she’d fallen. Edward froze under Mordred’s grip, expression shocked.

“I think you’ve both made your stances more than clear,” a new voice interposed from the doorway. It belonged to an older man with iron-grey hair, still tall and straight and bearing a resemblance to Edward. “I would take it as a kindness if you could release my son, Sir Knight,” he added, nodding to Mordred. “Daughter, please collect yourself; you do your knight no good from there.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Summer choked on a laugh, getting to her feet and wrapping the blanket about herself. Edward shot her a furious glance, teeth grinding, then looked back to Mordred. “You dishonour this house, the two of you. I /will/ have satisfaction of you, both for what wrong you have done Summer and for the words you speak so boldly.”

     ”You clearly know nothing of honour if you claim that I have dishonored your house,” Mordred tells him, moving from the bed. Mordred has replaced his trousers earlier, the cold irritating his skin. “For the wrong I have done Summer? How about you repent for the wrongs you have done her? You are not her brother by blood, only by marriage, you have no right meddling in her affairs.”

Edward’s face flushed. “By law I am the heir to Dobria. That is my right to her, to dispose of her as I see fit.”

Summer flinched. “I am not an object,” she said, voice choked. “I deserve some say in my life.”

“Oh, aye, and see what you have done with it!” Edward snapped. “Lain with this boy of no name and no house and no worth and trampled your own name in the dust thereby. Absolutely, you deserve a say, Summer, but not while you are of my house, if not my blood.”

“Mordred is worth a hundred of you, and more,” Summer cried. “No matter what else he is, it wouldn’t matter, because I love him, and he loves me.” She stepped between the two men, one hand hugging the blanket to her chest. “If you intend to fight him, you’ll have to fight me first.”

Edward backhanded her to the floor. “Know. Your. Place.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

Summer sprawls, half-on half-off, Mordred’s body, one finger tracing his druid tattoo idly, before pressing her lips to it. They’ll have to get dressed again and go down to dinner soon, but just now she’s feeling much too lazy to move. For now, the blankets are tucked up over their bodies, his hand is in her hair, and all is right with the world.

Her contented little world is abruptly upended when, after a perfunctory knock, the door is pushed open, and Edward looms there. Through clenched teeth, he hisses, “Perhaps I should have given my warning more clearly.” He stalks into the room, snatching Summer’s wrist, and jerks her to the floor. One of the coverlets is dumped atop her.

“Cover yourself, /sister/,” Edward spits. “I had hoped you were not so far gone as to shame our family so. As for you,” his gaze flicks to Mordred, “you are a villain and a liar and a coward and I will see you on the dueling ground.”

      He had been far more than content, running his fingers gently through her hair, caressing her soft skin with lazy kisses but the moment was cut short when the door swung open and his heart leapt into his chest. 

      Mordred, and quite possibly Summer too, had almost tumbled backwards off the bed when Edward had strolled in and by the time he had registered what was going on it was almost too late to do something.

     A brow of his rose, partially in disbelief, “a villain, a coward and a liar? You shouldn’t use all your vocabulary in one sentence.”

Summer choked on a laugh, getting to her feet and wrapping the blanket about herself. Edward shot her a furious glance, teeth grinding, then looked back to Mordred. “You dishonour this house, the two of you. I /will/ have satisfaction of you, both for what wrong you have done Summer and for the words you speak so boldly.”

Summer sprawls, half-on half-off, Mordred’s body, one finger tracing his druid tattoo idly, before pressing her lips to it. They’ll have to get dressed again and go down to dinner soon, but just now she’s feeling much too lazy to move. For now, the blankets are tucked up over their bodies, his hand is in her hair, and all is right with the world.

Her contented little world is abruptly upended when, after a perfunctory knock, the door is pushed open, and Edward looms there. Through clenched teeth, he hisses, “Perhaps I should have given my warning more clearly.” He stalks into the room, snatching Summer’s wrist, and jerks her to the floor. One of the coverlets is dumped atop her.

“Cover yourself, /sister/,” Edward spits. “I had hoped you were not so far gone as to shame our family so. As for you,” his gaze flicks to Mordred, “you are a villain and a liar and a coward and I will see you on the dueling ground.”