Arthurian Legend RP

Gawain made straight for Camelot, silently dreading Arthur's reaction. He'd promised not to disappear without sending word and he'd done just that. My king, have mercy...

Gently intertwining their fingers, Mordred shrugged. "Only a bit, fair one. Have Gawain and Hilly left?"

Hilly smiled "he will forgive you of you explain"

Mythian nodded "they left this morning right after you left to train"

"I hope so," Gawain sighed. "Not that I had any choice in the matter."


"Finally, some peace and quiet," Mordred smiled, closing his eyes. A smirk crossed his face as he asked, "So were we able to give the servants something to talk about last night?"

"he is an understanding man" Hilly said

Mythian smirked "oh yes we did, one of the serving girls was just talking about how she feared I was being murdered with the noises that I made"

"That he is," Gawain agreed. Hours later, he stopped at an inn and arranged for a room. Turning to Hilly, he said, "Stay and set up the room. Make sure your company knows you're okay. I need to go to the palace."


Mordred laughed. "Nicely done, Mythian. Now we know you sound terrible," he teased.

Hilly frowned looking out the window, it was pitch black. "but gawain...it's so late...I-i can't go out to find them...are you coming back tonight? Can't you just stay?" she asked frantically.

Mythian laughed "you loved the sounds last night"

Gawain frowned. "Hilly, is something wrong?"


Mordred blushed faintly, but shrugged. "I'm your husband; I have to."

Hilly shook her head. "n-no! There is n-nothing!"

Mythian rolled her eyes "well i'm your wife, so I haave to love the things you do in bed" she shot back

"Hilly," Gawain sighed. "What's wrong? I can't help if I don't know."


Mordred laughed. "Touché, Myth. Touché." Reaching out, he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

Hilly let out a breath "i-i don't like the dark gawain, and i'm afraid of being alone" she said quietly. "i've never been left alone before.

Mythian smiled and kissed his forehead.

Gentle, Gawain pulled her to him. "I'll stay the night with you," he promised. "And go to the palace tomorrow."


Dropping his hand to behind her neck, Mordred kissed her. "I have a promise to keep before dinner," he grinned wickedly.

Hilly started whimpering and hid her face in his shoulder "I can't cook, or read, or write, I can't even stay in an inn room alone"

Mythian blushed and kissed back "would you like to full fill it now?"

Stroking her hair, Gawain held her close. "That doesn't matter, Hilly. I love you and that means everything." Carefully picking her up, Gawain moved to the bed. "I don't need you to be able to read or write. And when you learn to cook, you'll be amazing. As for being scared, everyone's scared of something."


Mordred considered her. "Maybe," he replied, pulling back. There was a wicked playfulness in his eyes. "If you want me to."

Hilly curled up to Gawain, "what are you afraid of?" She asked after a moment,

Mythian closed her eyes thinking about it, a small smile spread across her lips.she opened her eyes and quickly began undressing,

"Being abandoned," Gawain whispered, still stroking her hair.

As soon as she was undressed, Mordred reached out and pulled her into the tub beside him.

Hilly kissed his cheek. "I wont leave you"

Mythian kissed Mordred deeply.

"I know," Gawain smiled, kissing her.

Mordred kissed back while wrapping an arm around her waist.

Hilly kissed him back.

Mythian kissed his neck a little. "Will this ever grow old?"

Slowly, Gawain's kiss became more desperate.

Mordred moaned softly before shifting and kissing her collarbone. "Why do you ask?"

Hilly knotted her fingers in his hair. She pushed up against Gawain.

Mythian shook her head "just wondering" she said moving to make it easier for him to kiss her,

"I love you, Hilly," he breathed against her shoulder.

Mordred hesitated. "Are you sure nothings wrong?"

Hilly moved her dress down a little. "I love you too"

Mythian sighed. "I'm just a little tired" she replied but wrapped her arms around Mordred kissing his neck again.

Gawain kissed the exposed skin. (Timeskip?)

For a moment, he closed his eyes and shifted to give her better access. But then Mordred gently pushed her back a bit. "You should rest, my dear."

(Yup) hilly was still sitting up on top of him. She wasn't doing anything, but she was wide awake and smiling at him. "Your amazing, are you tired?" She asked laying down finally.

Mythian shook her head and moved closer to him. "No, not yet"

"Not as amazing as you," Gawain yawned, reaching up and tousling her hair. "And a little."

Mordred nodded hesitantly. "If you say so," he muttered.

Hilly kissed his head "let's sleep then"

Mythian smiled and kissed him (time skip?)

Gawain nodded and slowly fell asleep.


(Yup)
Mordred relaxed beside Mythian, gently tracing patterns on her waist.

Hilly fell asleep beside him.

Mythian as asleep on Mordred.

It was late morning when Gawain woke and he stirred, both unwilling to get up but knowing he needed to go to the palace.

Kissing her forehead, Mordred allowed himself to fall asleep.

Hilly was completely tangled up with Gawain.

It was hours before a serving boy finalyy shook Mordred's shoulder a little. "S-sir..that water is ice cold...you and lad will fall I'll"