Arthurian Legend RP

Arthur sighed "I'll see what we have available, by why is in a castle at all?"

"She thinks its fitting since she's marrying a prince," Mordred replied shortly. The twitch in his eye was getting worse and he could feel the shadows responding to his emotions. "I apologize for the inconvenience of the request."

Arthur watched him for a moment then let out a breath "I'll see what I can do and send word, but that's the best I  can do" he said  smiling a little at Mordred. "And congratulations, Mythian is a wonderful girl...from what I've heard"

Bowing low, Mordred said, "Thank you, Sire. May your kingdom continue to flourish." Without another word, he turned and left the room.

It didn't take him long to return to school and all he wanted to do was go in, find Mythian, and relax.

Mythian sat at her vanity brushing her hair waiting for Mordred in her bedroom

After checking the dining hall, Mordred made his way to Mythian's bed. Unlike the last time he'd been there, there was no hesitation before knocking.

"Come in" Mythian said, watching the for open from her mirror as she continued to brush her hair, humming some song.

Walking in, Mordred closed the door carefully behind him. "That's a beautiful song," he commented as he moved to stand behind her.

Mythian smiled "my nanny used to sing it to me" she said turning around and looking up at Mordred. "How did it go?"

Mordred grimaced. "I hope I never have to do that again."

Mythian raised an eyebrow "what happened?" She asked standing up and wrapping her arms around him.

Resting his chin on her head, he sighed. "It's just a nuisance. My uncle was far from welcoming and Gawain was energetic as always." Gently pulling back and lifting her chin so her eyes met his, he smiled. "Though my uncle said he would see what he could do."

Mythian leaned up and kissed Mordred "I hppe when he sends word it is good news we hear" she said then walked around him and sat on her bed.

"I agree," he sighed, moving to sit on the chair she'd abandoned. "What have you been up to since I left?"

Mythian smiled "I slept for a bit..I was very tired, had supper, talked to some of those girls, pretending to be as distressed as them about that girl that died, and then came here"

"Sounds better than mine," he said as he leaned back against the vanity.

Mythian chuckled "How so? what did Gawain do to you to make you so sour about your day?"

"Talk. And talk. And talk. And talk," Mordred groaned, running his hands through his hair. "There were so many questions. And then he got drunk which meant even more talking and the suggestion of stupid idea after stupid idea."

Mythian laughed quietly as she patted the spot on the bed beside her for Mordred to come sit beside her. "What questions did he ask you?"

Mordred collapsed on the bed beside her and stared up at the ceiling. "What you're like, what you like, how we met, how I managed to have you fall for me, how you managed to have me fall for you, what school is like...."

Mythian smiled and stroked Mordred's hair. "I can only imagine your answers to such questions" she said raising an eyebrow at him.

"I got creative," he winked. "Or brushed the question away. He was asking so many he didn't pursue answers often."

Mythian laughed again. "Well what good fortune" she said nodding  and laying back beside Mordred looking at the ceiling.

Mordred rolled onto his side so he could see her better. Absently playing with her hair, he frowned.

Mythian looked at him, seeing his frown made her frown as well. "What's wrong?"

"Some of his questions about you, I didn't know the answers," he replied, frown deepening.

Mythian looked at him "like what? Ask me and I'll answer"

"Mostly simple things. Favorite color, food, activity. Some harder ones. Why me, what your family is like." Mordred sighed. "Maybe I'm just being foolish."

Mythian shrugged "I like red, lamb stew, reading or dancing, you because in the beginning I had much to gain from you, but now it's that and you've grown quiet a lot on me, my mother died when I was young, and my father is a foolish cowardly man, and weak willed, but that's all my family...what about you?"

"I like blue and black, venison, riding through the forest or sparring. I fell for you because you're unique, can verbally spar, confident, beautiful, and as dangerous as me. My family...is dark. I have five older brothers. Gawain is the only one I can spend time with and not want to kill. You've met my mother. And my father is...not afraid to show what he thinks of people," Mordred replied, flopping onto his back. "Sorry, my dear. I don't know why such a thing bothered me."