Arthurian Legend RP

Mordred grinned at her. "Should I send breakfast up to you?" he asked as he headed for the door.

Gawain returned the kiss gently. "You're better than me," he told her, laughing.

Mythian shook her head "no, i'll dine with the others today, thank you though" she said getting out of bed

Hilly giggled "I suppose so"

"You're not mad again, are you?" Mordred asked, suddenly wary.


"There's the smile," Gawain laughed.

Mythian looked up with a frown "why would I be mad?"

Hilly blushed "i love you Gawain"

"About me training," he replied.


"I love you too, Hilly," Gawain whispered against her neck. Turning back to the food she'd made, Gawain started eating. "I'm thinking of returning to Camelot today. With you of course."

Mythian shook her head "I want you back between my legs before dinner"


Hilly nodded and bit her lip "but don't you stay in the bunk house with other um, men?

Mordred laughed. "Understood, my lady. But how you still aren't satisfied is beyond me."


"We'll stay at an inn until I can find us a home," Gawain shrugged. "I can speak to my uncle about it."

Mythian laughed and walked over "oh you satisfy me, you satisfy me so much it makes me crave more"

Hilly smiled "thank you" she said and hugged him.

Mordred grinned and kissed her. "I'll see you later, Red Lady."


Gawain hugged her back. "You're welcome." Releasing her, he asked, "Have you eaten? Do you have anything you need to pack before returning?"

"You as well" Mythian said then watched him leave.

"I ate a bit, and no, I do not" hilly said holding his hand.

Mordred went straight to the part of the beach he reserved solely for training. Eyes turning red, he released his magic.

Nodding, Gawain stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "When I'm done eating we'll leave after saying good-bye to Mordred and Mythian."

Mythian walked into the dinning hall. "No need, so you are ready to go?"

Gawain rose and bowed. "Almost, my lady. I just need to finish eating." Glancing past her, he frowned. "Where's Mordred?"

Mythian sighed "he went training already, he did ask for me to check up on you both"

Gawain nodded slowly, frowning. "Hey, Hilly. Would you mind clearing the dishes?"

Hilly nodded, she jumped up and kissed Gawain several times before she smiled and left Gawain a biscuit but took everything else to the kitchens.

Mythian looked at Gawain, "oblivious thing isn't she? Is something wrong?"

"Not as oblivious as she seems, but yes." Meeting Mythian's gaze, Gawain asked, "Does Mordred blame himself for my capture?"

Mythian looked down, "he blames himself for not being to save you"

Gawain winced. "Stupid younger brother," he sighed. "Doesn't he know I'm supposed to look after him, not the other way around?" Shaking his head, he sat down. "To be honest, I'm glad he didn't come. It would've given Morgous exactly what she wanted. I wanted him safely away from her."

Mythian looked down at her stomach "who cares what Morgous wants!" She finally yelled. "You and him both, obsessed with your mother! Yes, she is a threat! But what happens when Mordred dies from fighting her? My child loses a father, and I have no husband!"

Gawain recoiled in surprise. "Mythian..." he started, but stopped. For several long moments, he was silent. Then he sighed. "You're right. We're trapped. All our lives she's been in charge and we don't know how to escape that." Slowly he lifted his gaze to Mythian. "But I think we can; we just need help. You're already helping Mordred and I can see his focus shifting. Try to believe in him a little, my lady."

Mythian sat down and nodded with a sigh. "I do, but he makes it so hard,"

"How so?" Gawain asked, watching her closely.

Mythian looked back. "He trains so much, he cares so deeply, but worries to much"

"I guess that just comes from caring about those he loves," Gawain sighed. Getting up, he bowed low. "I know it's selfish of me to ask, but please watch over him, my Lady. I believe you're the only one who can save him from his darkness."

Mythian Nodded "Even though I myself in dark?"

"Maybe he'll save you," Gawain replied. With a small smile, he added, "Or at least you'll support each other." Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it. "Farewell, Mythian."

Mythian nodded "good bye sir Gawain, I hope for you and ...lady Hilly to have a happy life."

Gawain smiled, bowed again, and left, passing through the kitchen to fetch Hilly.


It was late afternoon when Mordred finished training. Exhausted, but in the way that meant there'd been progress, he collapsed into the tub, letting the hot water relax his muscles.

Hilly rode on a brown horse Mythian had given them to ride. She held onto Gawain.

Mythian walked into the bathroom and sat on a stole she had a servant bring in. She reached down and held Mordred's hand, "tired my love?"