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"yes mead was made by the pagans up in Norway and such." Morgana admitted. "your father as much as I don't agree with his ways, certainly knew his stuff " Morgana laughed. "Both the chalice and the mead of course."
Arthur smiled as Morgana mentioned his mother. " Knowing that I am much like mother helps a lot. I still think of Uther's acts and mistakes. Sometimes I wake up during the late or too early night hours as memories come into my sleep" he admitted even if he didn't like to talk about those nights. " He had plans about the hunting trip? I think there is something more in his plans." He commented. " I know you are not too fond of dancing with people being around. " He took her to the dance floor as people watched then followed him. " I am not too fond of dancing either, or I am not in the perfect mood for performing a dance, but with you here I follow the rules and manners. I didn't get too much advantage on dancing in my youth " he chucked.
Morgana listened to his words "I never sleep Arthur you can always come find me when you can't sleep. I adore your company." She whispered, moving with him to the dance floor, her eyes locking with his. "Well at least it's with each other huh? Not like when Uther tried to get me to dance with all those lords and princess back in our youth. I was always a burden to him. He just wanted to marry me off since he had to take me on when my father was killed." She moved with him in unison, her head gently resting against his forehead. "My king. I do adore you."
"You never sleep?" He raised an eyebrow as he asked. He remembered the evenings Uther had tried to get Morgana to dance. They were back in the past, but he could remember his father's tries." Your father was killed under Uther's orders?" He tried to remember as he allowed her to rest her head against his forehead. " You are adorable."
