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?”
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.
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 laces her fingers with his, hurrying to keep up with his long stride. “Do you think he’ll know? About us? He might … forbid you from seeing me.”
“He won’t do that, believe me, he knows the feeling of such a thing. I don’t believe he will know.”
“But he’s the king! Who could possibly forbid him from anyone he likes?”
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.”
His words spark another foolish worry in her mind. She doesn’t even know why she’s fretting over this so much, except that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that won’t let her alone. “What if it’s not you? I don’t want to go with some other knight escorting me.”
”Ask for me,” he tells her simply.
She laces her fingers with his, hurrying to keep up with his long stride. “Do you think he’ll know? About us? He might … forbid you from seeing me.”
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.”
“Important to you, maybe, not to anyone else, ever.” Summer sneaks her hand into his, needing the comfort.
He smiles, lifting her hand up to his lips, kissing it gently. “They will think it important, tell him you have family issues but Dover isn’t exactly the safest of places and you request an escort.”
His words spark another foolish worry in her mind. She doesn’t even know why she’s fretting over this so much, except that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that won’t let her alone. “What if it’s not you? I don’t want to go with some other knight escorting me.”
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 sighs, and shrugs, and looks away. “It’s not much of a cause. A strange girl and a funny feeling.”
“Still something important none-the-less.”
“Important to you, maybe, not to anyone else, ever.” Summer sneaks her hand into his, needing the comfort.
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.”
“So once again there’s something you aren’t telling me, since obviously he’s no reason to think you are lying.” She’s not at all angry, just amused. There’s something about the way he reacts sometimes, when she pokes him.
He looks down at her. “No, this time I am not hiding anything from you. This cause would sound more real if you asked.”
She sighs, and shrugs, and looks away. “It’s not much of a cause. A strange girl and a funny feeling.”
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.”
Following him out into the corridor, Summer lifts a brow at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “Do you normally bullshit the king?”
He shakes his head, “no, sometimes the other men do- I’m not a fan of lying to him.”
“So once again there’s something you aren’t telling me, since obviously he’s no reason to think you are lying.” She’s not at all angry, just amused. There’s something about the way he reacts sometimes, when she pokes him.
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 can’t contain the spluttered laughter. “Why in the world would he think that?”
”Just a thought.”
Following him out into the corridor, Summer lifts a brow at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “Do you normally bullshit the king?”
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 takes his hand, nerves spiking. She swallows down sudden nausea. “Why is that?”
”So Arthur will actually know I am not bullshitting.”
She can’t contain the spluttered laughter. “Why in the world would he think that?”