♞ /// SIR MORDRED.
‘ Your mother sounds like quite the lady. ‘ Mused she as hands cupped the metal of her helmet and lifted it up off of her head to reveal herself to him. The displeasure in her eyes were evident, by no means did a simple comment dismiss the irritation that had already settled however she would at least grant him what she refused others. A chance to speak face to face and without the concealment of her armor.
‘ Fine. I can do that. ‘
【♞】——❝ A lady? You misunderstand --- I call her a vixen. A horrid woman whose face hides a foul monster within. She’s no lady of the sort, Sir Mordred. ❞ The grimace is evident over the Knight’s face the longer he contemplates about that vixen. A woman who gave birth to this unworthy man, only to be used as some kind of tool. Naturally the Iron Knight devoted into ‘ using ’ their King long ago but only out of necessity. A country prospers underneath a good King and there’s no need to devote himself to the people. The King himself is glorious but all those stories, the ones prayed tell out of a hateful woman like his mother --------- I’ve grown very tired of hearing your voice haunting me! How he despises his mother so though gloved hands cease their iron fists before taking a silent breath in and out. An unsightly vision is unbecoming of him to display before a fellow knight no matter how irritating it may be. All that mattered is serving their true King.
❝ Enough of that. Offer a prompt report of the borders. Have there been any new threats approaching? ❞










