Arthurian Legend RP

Gawain dismounted and handed the reins to a servant. "Where's the room?"

Mordred knocked lightly then stepped into the room. "They made it back," he announced, flopping into a chair next to her. The tension in his shoulders drained away as he allowed himself a small smile.

Hilly grinned this way!" She exclaimed loudly then ran all the way up to the room, she began undressing before she even got through the door.

Mythian smiled "and they are safe?"

"Hilly," Gawain sighed. "We've talked about undressing in public." Closing the door, he turned to face her. "You're insane."

"Yes," Mordred grinned. "Though I'm going have to focus on not strangling her for taking such a risk." His gaze unfocused a bit as he stared at the wall. "But she's braver than I am..."

Hilly finished undressing then jumped onto him laughing, "but you like that about me!"

Mythian shook her head, "no Mordred, that is not true, you have a family to think of, she does not"

"I suppose so," he laughed, twirling her around. Setting her down, his expression became serious. "Why did you come for me? Why didn't you wait for Mordred?"


Mordred gave her a small smile. "You're right. I guess I'm just frustrated that I couldn't do anything."

Hilly pulled one of the sheets over herself while she spoke. "Because I love you, I couldn't wait an entire month'

Mythian nodded, she got up and walked around, then began running his shoulders "I'm sorry"

Gawain shook his head. "Hilly, that was reckless. If something had happened to you..." He trailed off. "I don't know what I'd do," he finished after a moment.

Slowly, Mordred relaxed. Putting a hand over hers, he grinned. "Thanks, Myth."

Hilly shrugged "but I am fine, so it'S okay"


Mythian kissed his cheek "Mordred... I need new shoes"

"Please don't do things like that in the future." Gawain put a hand under her chin so that he could meet her eyes. "Promise me, Hilly."

Mordred groaned. "I should've known you wanted something," he teased. "That's when you're at your nicest." Frowning, he glanced at her. "Why do you need new shoes?"

Hilly stared at him "I can't..."

Mythian chuckled then sat in his lap "the pregnancy has made my feet swell, and my old ones don't match my new dresses."

Gawain sighed. "Somehow I knew you'd say that." Drawing back, he moved to stare out the window. "At least think things through more. Please."

Mordred put a hand on her stomach, imagining the life she carried. "I can't argue with that," he replied with a grin.

Hilly frowned when he walked away from her. She crawled further onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow like a child that was just scolded.

Mythian put a hand over his stomach and nodded "well if you did people would speak more of your cruelty_ she teased.

Gawain returned to the bed and sat beside her, running a hand through her hair. "I'm not mad, Hilly. Just worried. If Morgous had caught you then..." his breath caught and he changed topics. "Thank you. It was a stupid and reckless move, but thank you."

Mordred rolled his eyes. "They talk about it enough as it is."

Hilly began crying anyway, her shoulders shaking as she did so. "I couldn't leave you in there! To be without you for so long!"

Mythian smiled "Best not to give them another reason to speak"

"I know," he soothed, pulling her into his arms. "I know. But you need to trust me a little more."


Mordred sighed. "Exactly. Let them gossip about something else."

Hilly Clung to him, burying her face in his chest "I do trust you! But I need you!"

Mythian nodded and kissed his forehead "they ow gossip about our time spent in here,"

"That's why I need to know you're safe." Tilting her head up to face him, he kissed her gently. "Because I need you too."

"Let them talk about that," Mordred smirked.

Hilly pushed against him. "I love you so much Gawain"

Mythian laughed "always do"

"I love you too, Hilly," he whispered against her lips.


"I'm almost curious to know what they say," Mordred mused. "Some of it must be terrifying."

Hilly kissed him then pulled him back so she was laying down.

Mythian chuckled, "well, I have only caught snippets of what they say"

Gawain pulled back long enough to undress before kissing her again. (timeskip?)


Mordred raised an eyebrow. "What have you heard?" he asked, curious.

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Hilly laid on top of him, her arms and legs wrapped all the way around his torso.

"Something about the mids hearing the noises, not much really" Mythian smiled,

Gawain kissed her throat. "Feeling better, fair one?"


"I was hoping for something more interesting," Mordred sighed. "Either our servants don't talk as much as others or we aren't giving them enough to talk about."

Hilly nodded "very much better"

Mythian grinned "sha'll we give them more to talk about?"

"Good," Gawain smiled, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair.


Mordred considered for a moment. "Now?"

Hilly smiled down at him. "Is it better then ever?"

Mythian nodded "of course, why not?"

"Yes," Gawain laughed. "You're amazing."


"Why not?" Mordred agreed with a grin, leaning forward and kissing her collarbone.

Hilly giggled, "so are you"

Mythian grinned and titlted her head back.

That made Gawain laugh. "Glad I meet the Oracle's standards."


Mordred smirked at her reaction and moved his kiss to her throat.

Hilly giggled "you always have"

Mythian wrapped her arms around him