Honey, I’m Home
morgauseoftintagel:
“Just make sure they do not cause too much havoc in the village when they ask around,” Morgause pointed out. She knew her husband had resources similarly reliable to hers but he was used to doing things differently in Lothian so she thought it couldn’t hurt to remind him. “Too bad my own son cannot set a foot in the city; the last thing I need is my husband being banished for spying on the crown.”
She motioned down the corridor and started walking towards her chamber, fully expecting him to follow after her. “It could be assumed, yes, though I would understand if you wanted to enjoy the terrified look on their faces when forced to interact with a monarch. Though catching up with me does include a fair amount of wine, which is always a plus.”
“Your concern is noted,” he said with a small nod. He would be the first to admit that his methods often lacked delicacy. He was a King, yes, but he ruled like a warrior. He preferred the bloodshed of a battlefield to the dance of court. He may not trust his wife, but he had the utmost faith in her abilities. Namely manipulation. Which was perhaps the very reason that he did not trust her. Still, so long as she did not turn her skills against him the two of them stood to benefit greatly from their partnership.
At the mention of her son he frowned slightly. He did not know the young man, but the entire ordeal of his lineage -or more accurately his inheritance- did concern him. “I think I can manage to avoid banishment. Though the matter of your son is truly a shame. Arthur has yet to provide an heir, and both of your sisters remain unwed. As of right now it seems your Mordred is the only man with a legitimate claim to inherit Camelot, should anything... unfortunate happen to its current King.” Lot had little interest in taking Camelot for himself. Lothian was his kingdom and its prosperity was enough for him. His quarrel with Arthur was personal, not political. He intended to see everything Arthur built burned to the ground and he would not know peace until the bastard king’s head was on a spike. Still, it would be useful to have an alliance with whoever inherited the ruins of Camelot. “Of course, a legitimate claim is rarely enough.”
She made her way towards her chambers and he fell into step besides her. “Terror or wine, two of my favorite cures for boredom, how will I ever decide?” He smiled bitterly to himself. “Though your credibility far outweighs that of a frightened kitchenmaid.”












