Arthurian Legend RP

Mythian shook her head "go away, you don't want my attention, so I will not give it to you!" She exclaimed beginning to cry, but would not look at him.

"Mythian, that isn't what I meant and you know that," Mordred protested, staying at the door. He wasn't about to risk getting close.

Mythian shook her head "sure it isn't" she said miserably. She sat up and pulled her dress and off then began taking off everything else. She fell back onto the bed. "Why can I not show affection to my husband when we are out? Clearly you don't want people to know about our love! Your embarrassed by me!"

"Your affection is fine," Mordred clarified, moving to join her. "I just don't want you to worry over small injuries like I can't handle it."

Mythian moved away from him again. She shook her head. "But I do care of you are hurt!"

Mordred felt his temper flare. "Be stubborn then," he snapped. "I've tried explaining and you just aren't listening." Rising he moved towards the door. "I'll see you later."

Mythian turned and looked at him still crying "fine! Leave me then! But if you walk out that door don't think you can comeback for tonight!" She yelled at him.

Eyes flashing red, Mordred glared at her. "Suit yourself," he snarled. "Next time just listen to me and try to understand!" The door slammed shut behind him. Why couldn't she ever understand where he was coming from? Jaw clenched he stormed out of the castle and headed for the far west wall where he used to hide as a kid.

Mythian threw herself back onto the bed sobbing.

A maid found Mordred "the king will see you now...f-for lunch"

Taking a deep breath, Mordred nodded. "Lead the way."

The maid nodded and led Mordred to the dinning hall.

Arthur smiled then frowned "no lady Mythian?"

"No," Mordred replied shortly. "She won't be joining us." He slid into a chair. "I apologize for her rudeness."

Arthur frowned "but she has not eaten all day..,"

"She'll likely have something sent up if she wants something," Mordred shrugged.

Arthur turned to a maid. "Take a trey of dinner and deserts up to lady Mythian" Arthur ordered. The maid nodded and
Left. He looked at Mordred. "Is everything all right?"

"She's being frustrating," Mordred growled, avoiding Arthur's gaze.

Arthur sighed, "I see...I'm sure being here is hard for her, a new mother leaving her home. As long as she eats..." Arthur nodded then sighed. "What happened?" It was then that the maid Arthur had sent came back into the room.

"Her ladyship says she will not eat..."

"Leave her," Mordred replied. "She's stubborn." Glancing at Arthur, Mordred sighed. "It wasn't a big deal until she reacted badly," he muttered before explaining what had happened. When he finished, he shrugged. "That's it."

Arthur nodded. "I see...quite unreasonable, never the less, she needs to eat" Arthur ran a hand through his hair. "Does this happen often"

"The arguing? No. Never to this degree," Mordred sighed. "We usually manage to understand where the other is coming from."

Arthur frowned "I see... I'm sure you will work out out by tonight..."

"I hope..." Mordred's voice cut off as his vision went black and his breath burned in his lungs. It last for several heartbeats before fading away to a simple ache in his chest. Shaking his head, he muttered, "I hope so."

Arthur nodded and ate. He sighed.. "the joys of young love" he chuckled,

Mordred made a face. Taking a bite, he frowned. "Where's Merlin? I thought he never left your side, especially when I'm around."

"He's at his cottage, I. Did not inform him you would be coming" Arthur said, he was nearly half way done with his plat.

"So he still hates me," Mordred observed, picking at his food. He wasn't particularly hungry. "Why didn't you tell him?"

"He would have tried to stop me" Arthur sighed

Blushing lightly, Mordred dropped his head. "Thank you...for meeting with me at all."

Arthur nodded "it should have been done years ago"

A tear rolled down Mordred's cheek and he brushed it away roughly. "It makes sense why it didn't," he shrugged, trying his best to hide his emotion. "I'm not exactly a child to be proud of, in more ways than one."