Arthurian Legend RP

"You can't help him!" Mordred shouted, keeping his hold. "Going back will only put you in harms way! You think he wants that?!"

"Well you will not do anything! So I must try!" Hilly yelled back. She got off the horse and ran to another one,

"You think I don't want to help?" Mordred snapped, trapping her in a shadow and wrapping her in it. "He's my brother and the only family I trust. I hate that I can't do anything."

Hilly screamed when she was trapped "JUST LET ME TRY! what would you do if it were Mytnian?!

"Anything," he admitted. "Unless I knew she'd want me to stay safe and wait for the right time. That's what Gawain wants for you! If you go back everything he did to get you out would be pointless. It would hurt him more to have you caught than anything Morgous could do to him."

Hilly considered this then started to cry, she dropped to the ground shaking her head "what am I supposed to do?! I can't just leave him!"

Carefully removing the shadow, Mordred moved to her side. "I'll get him out, I promise. Just give me a little more time."

Hilly sniffled. "How much more time?"

"One more month at most," he promised even as the brief surge of energy in his eyes faded. "I'll be ready then."

Hilly trembled "a-a month?!"

"I'm sorry; I don't know if I can push much harder," he breathed, swaying a little.

Hilly nodded "should t you rest?"

"I don't trust you not to run," he muttered. Standing he offered her a hand. "Come inside. Mythian can look after you for me."

Hilly took his hand. "I just want my husband...is that so terrible?"

"No," Mordred replied, guiding her gently but firmly back inside. "But ignoring what he's done for you is." After handing her off to a servant with strict instructions not to let her out of his sight unless she was with Mythian, he paused on his way towards the stairs, glancing at the beach.

Mythian came down the hall "MORDRED! GET BACK IN BED!" she ylled at him.

Mordred cringed. "Sorry, Myth. I'm coming."

Mythian grabbed Mordred's arm and yanked him towards the room with her.

Wincing, her grip was tighter than she knew, Mordred followed. "Myth, you can let go. I'm not going to run."

Mythian slammed the door shut behind them. she crossed her arms glaring at him. "Do You realize your working yourself to death?! You say you want to protect me! but you wont be able to if your dead!"

Mordred dropped his gaze. "I'm sorry, Myth. I'm not trying to cause problems."

"WHy are you doing this Mordred? Do You want to leave me all alone to raise our child?" Mythian demanded.

"Of course not!" he protested, hurt she'd accuse him of that. "You know why I'm doing this! So that I don't have to leave you." His vision blurred and he sat on the bed, dropping his head into his hands. "I'll rest, Mythian, I promise. I won't leave you."

Mythian noddded sitting beside him. "I am sorry to be harsh with you, I just love you, and do not want you harmed"

Mordred stretched out, resting his head on her lap. "No, you're right. I've been pushing too hard; I'm sorry." Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed. "I'm just scared of losing you."

Mythian stroked his hair and held his hand. "But to not lose me, you must be well enough to protect me"

"Mmmm," he agreed, nuzzling into her hand. "I love you, Myth."

Mythian smiled "I love you too"

"Would you make sure Hilly doesn't go after Gawain while I'm resting?" he asked, starting to doze off. "That's the last thing he needs."

Mythian nodded "I'll see what I can do" she said frowning.