Bedivere, my best of knights

The King's Marshal. Please tell me that this is worth my time.

[ffurflenni]

lucanthebutler:

Luca was caught off guard by the warmth of her sister’s words. “Yes, I would like that. And it will actually be good for you, too. I can hardly remember the last time when we went for a ride together, not on a quest or a duty, but simply for the joy of riding.”

“I think it was months ago, though I could be wrong. I’ll see that our horses are readied for first light, and we can head out from there. Down the river valley, perhaps into the foothills on the border? Maybe we should take some wine, and make a day of it.”

[ffurflenni]

andrivete-dywysoges:

“Of course. I’ll be more considerate in the future. Something I wanted? No, no. I was merely walking by. I got wrapped up in my thoughts and became heavy footed, I suppose.”

“Don’t worry yourself too much, sir. I do suppose it’s just me being a panicky old woman.” Beda smiled sweetly up at him. “Are there any thoughts I can help with, or are they far beyond the realms of what a lady can help with?”

[ffurflenni]

lucanthebutler:

“Just because I choose not to wear a mask of negativism on my face at all times doesn’t mean I don’t take the threat seriously,” Luca pointed out. “I just think you should loosen up a little bit, that’s all. Take the evening off, get a drink. Go dancing. Do something.”

“I’d rather spend my time doing something productive, Luca, but I hope you enjoy yourself nonetheless.” Beda had been a little short, really, so smiling sweetly at her younger sister, she reached over and took her hand. “Perhaps we should go for a ride together tomorrow, though? I do miss galloping down by the river with you, and we all know I tend to be the faster.”

[ffurflenni]

kay-antor:

As she realised who stood in the doorway, Kay wondered if there would ever come a day when she wouldn’t feel that ache in her heart when she looked at Beda. Brushing her hair back behind one ear, she glanced down at the cat with a raised eyebrow. “So she’s a sign that I … should settle down? Or take up a weapon?” Looking back up, she gave a smile that contained a wealth of unspoken emotion. “Well, I certainly can’t tell you what the latest cut or pattern is … but I’ll help as much as I can.” I’m always here for you.

“Perhaps. Or a sign that your heart isn’t quite ready for that yet, and that you still want to fight. I’m sure the gods will let you know what they mean, in time. Maybe for now, you should do both.” That smile broke Beda’s heart in a thousand different ways, setting fracture lines through her chest that she wasn’t sure wouldn’t break at any moment. “I was hoping you’d come with me to the dressmakers. I was thinking something with boning, to pull in my waist, and perhaps some fur. It is getting rather cold as of late.”

[ffurflenni]

“I do, actually. You should relax a little, sister. Being so tense all the time doesn’t suit you.”

“And being so flippant about a Saxon raid doesn’t suit you either. Do you suppose they’d stop raiding and pillaging to spare you for the latest masquerade, dear sister?”

[ffurflenni]

cerdic-brennin:

“I’m afraid I’m not much one for joking,” Cer said, crossing her arms. “It seem you’re just very jumpy…”

“One does have an excuse for it, given the circumstances. You could have been anyone, my lady.”

[ffurflenni]

andrivete-dywysoges:

“I… No at all, my lady, I apologize.”

“startling you wasn’t my intention.”

“Not your intention, no, but something to consider at a time like this, sir. Was there something you wanted?”

[kay-antor]

“I feel like I should object to the fact that you’ve decided to make my office your home, but somehow, I can’t,” Kay muttered at the small cat as it jumped from her desk to wind its way around her ankles. She had found it curled up beneath his chair about a week or so ago, presumably just looking to get out of the cold, but since then it had apparently decided to adopt her. She bent to scratch behind one of its ears, then realised there was someone stood in the door. “Ah, yes? Can I help you?”

[ffurflenni]

“She’s rather sweet, isn’t she?” Beda stood in the doorway, her nose wrinkled slightly as she smiled at the sight before her. “Perhaps she’s a sign from the gods---cats are home makers, domestic animals. Affectionate only on their terms yet sweet and playful and....warriors, really. And yes, actually. I was looking for a new dress and thought to seek advice, really. Either you or my sister, really. She is far more suited to the whims of fashion but you....you always look beautiful.”

[ffurflenni]

“I do suppose you think that rather funny, sneaking up on a lady like that at a time such as this.”

[ffurflenni]

Sir Bedivere || Lady Beda.

She is as fierce as she is beautiful, and a dab hand with a sword. But her affections lie far from her long line of suitors, in the bed of another lady at court..

[ffurflenni]

blanchefleurxperedur:

She was initially shocked to hear the man mention her name. Blanchefleur wasn’t the kind of woman many noticed, or so she had thought. Though she then realised that such information would be privy to a Marshal. A brief nod confirmed his observations. “I suppose I would have been attacked, beaten, or…” her gaze wandered as she considered the endless opportunities before coming to a conclusion. “Nothing which hasn’t been done to me before, I assure you. Though you haven’t been the first to warn me.” She remembered Morholt’s words in the woods as she revealed to Bedivere the dagger she now always kept by her side. 

She revealed a dagger, but Bedivere sighed nonetheless. “A fine weapon, and a wise choice to carry it, but imagine there were six, seven. Even ten men, up against you. I can imagine you could handle two or three well on your own, my lady, but it is still not a wise idea.”

[ffurflenni]

Blanchefleur bit the inside of her mouth once hearing his reply. “Well then,” she began awkwardly as she purposely avoided his gaze out of embarrassment. “That seems to be a good enough answer. Though I suppose my reason for being here isn’t as justified as yours… I came here to go swimming.” 

“I suppose swimming could be justified, were it not a dangerous time, Lady Blanchefleur. That is your name, is it not? Are you not one of the Queen’s ladies in waiting?” He knew the girl’s face from passing and living in the castle, though naming the flock of hens that followed the Queen about the castle grew more and more mind numbing each time one more appeared. “Do you know what would have happened had a Saxon found you swimming, my lady? Especially someone as close to the royal couple as you.”

[ffurflenni]

blanchefleurxperedur:

She quickly fixed the dress she had thrown on so clumsily moments ago. “I could ask the same thing of you,” she replied, oblivious to his status and assuming he was just another man on a horse. 

Bedivere smiled a little at the way the girl replied; a little tenacious, a little upfront with him. It was better in some ways to be honest, particularly at times like this. “I would answer that question with being the marshal of Camelot, and leading my patrols as per usual, if you were to ask it. But you still haven’t answered mine, my lady.”

[ffurflenni]

Looking past Bedivere’s comment on his stunt, Wulfric pursed his lips and nodded his head briefly. It was a fair demand and the position as one of the guards would allow him to make his observations discreetly. “A fair proposition,” he finally said as he eyed the exit. “Is there anything else you would like me to do?” His first encounter with the marshal was beginning to make him nervous, as though he would let anything slip. 

“If serving Arthur as king is what you truly desire, then a fair preposition it is indeed. No, Wulfric, there is little more I would have you do now. Go, rest. There’s a tavern three streets from here that serves a rather fine pale ale and I know killing a man can take your energy from you. Go, rest, and speak to the head of the guards on the morrow. And uh, thank you.” He raised the severed head in his hands to the man. “One less Saxon to worry about. I’ll see him mounted on the gates as an example.”

[cestlancelotdulac-deactivated20]

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you…. I was just …. er… it doesn’t matter. Sorry.”

[ffurflenni]

“Are you drunk, Lancelot?”

[ffurflenni]

“What brings you this far out into the woods? Surely in times like these, it is better to stay safe in the citadel, no?”

[ffurflenni]

He wronged me…. Mordred had to laugh bitterly at that, wondering whether Bedievere meant Floris or Morgant. “Not both of those men wronged me…. in fact, the physician did…. he did nothing,” he admitted, looking into the dark ale in his tankard. He had never truly acknowledged this to himself, so he didn’t really understand why he felt the desire to tell the King’s Marshal of all men. “It was I who wronged … who wronged Morgant. And then I took my self-loathing out on him because I couldn’t admit that I…. well it doesn’t matter what I couldn’t admit.” He drained the rest of the ale and held it out for the serving wench to get him some more.

“If it upset you so, Mordred, then it is likely that it mattered, no matter what it is. But you are right. He did nothing, and yet you attacked him. Perhaps apologising may be the right course of action.” Bedivere somewhat awkwardly reached over, taking Mordred’s shoulder and shaking it slightly. “I have faith--” He’d not add that it was only a little. “--that you’re a good man, Mordred. Sometimes, the smaller actions have great consequences.”

Originally posted by benjanstark