Lot Lluydauc

King of Lothian "But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to him it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human."

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Honey, I’m Home

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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.” 

[madlittleking]

Morgause: I love you.

Lot: Is that you or the wine talking?

Morgause: It’s me talking to the wine.

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Honey, I’m Home

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morgauseoftintagel‌:

“Especially the local ones, they seem to be even more ignorant,” Morgause pointed out. “If you want to be asking the common folk, it might be worth to send someone to the city to ask around instead.” She had to give it to him, though, these were desperate times and she was dying from stalling and boredom. “Well, perhaps your arrival turns matters around for us. I take it that your presence was not needed in Lothian for now?” It must’ve meant there was peace in his kingdom; at least something positive on the situation.

“I can’t tell if that ignorance is a good thing or a bad thing.” Considering his wish to see Camelot burn, an ignorant and incompetent population boded well for an invasion. Still, until said invasion was feasible the lack of information was getting them nowhere. “That’s the first good idea I’ve heard in days. I’ll select an emissary to go into the village in search of... news.” His wife wasn’t a particularly easy woman to read, but even he could sense her impatience. “Indeed, everything is well in Lothian. I expect my steward will have an easy time keeping things in order. Perhaps we can exchange our boredom for his.” He didn’t ask her how he’d been faring in his absence. He was keenly aware that his wife was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and he was glad of it. They didn’t need to waste time on pleasantries or formalities. The last thing he needed was some to fuss over him or for him to coddle. “In the meantime I expect I’ll learn a great deal more from you than from a kitchenmaid. If your majesty is not preoccupied perhaps you might indulge my ignorance regarding any current events in Camelot?”

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Honey, I’m Home

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eleanorofcamelot‌:

The weather had been incredibly fine that morning considering how close they were to the cold months. Eleanor had asked that her ladies prepare for a walk about the castle gardens. There always seemed to be a bit of chatter among the ladies, likely court gossip, that the princess chose not to pay much attention to. Everyone had something that they didn’t wish for others to know and she’d much rather this form of slander fall upon deaf ears than allow her opinion of someone to be tainted because of it. It was something that most of the ladies assigned to her had learned rather quickly, though it didn’t keep them from speaking in whispers as they trailed alongside her. 

A voice punctuated the whispers, requesting information from the lady in the back of the small troupe that had accompanied her. All spun to face the man, their curiosity piqued by his inquiry. Eleanor watched as her lady-in-waiting floundered for words. The maiden beside her leaned in as she saw the confusion on her face and whispered to her that the man before them was the King of Lothian. “My brother, perhaps” Eleanor began, stepping forward through the ladies and dipping her head in reverence to the King before continuing, “or one of the guards might have the answer to that. Far better than a lady of the court, I’d suspect”

The young lady before him muttered and stuttered, providing him with nothing more than disappointment and annoyance. Were all the colorful court members this useless? Before he could reply a blonde woman spoke up, and he eyed her with renewed interest. If the cattle of handmaidens surrounding her wasn’t enough to give away her status, then her garments were. He looked at her more closely, the blond hair and elegant features telling him all that he needed to know. His wife had never spoken of her sisters, but it was apparent from a single glance that this woman was nothing like Queen Morgause. “Your brother is a busy man, your highness, though a guard might not be a terrible idea,” he said flatly. “Camelot is hailed for intellect and equality. Perhaps the praise is unwarranted, if a noblewoman is ignorant to the conditions of the kingdom she is living in.” There was no spite behind his words, merely disappointment and boredom as he looked at the young princess. “I’m hardly expecting an answer regarding private affairs of state, but I should like to think that the nobles of this acclaimed court are at least aware of any potential danger they might be in. Or is your brother truly such a magnificent ruler that the people of the Camelot no longer have to worry about politics?” 

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You should know better

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lucreziaslies‌:

It was almost as if no matter how far she’d run, the rumors and gossip would follow. She knew she couldn’t ignore the voices and the stares for long. They would always be watching her. The nobles and the women of court. Those who didn’t know anything about it. Finding it right to take it upon themselves to measure her worth and her value due to some aspect of her life that they had no idea about. 

She’d finished her duties for the princess already. Instead of taking to the salons like she usually did. To sit and listen to the music that filled the hall, she instead choose to sit on her own. To make music in the privacy of her own chambers. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Lucrezia still living for her past sins and mistakes, holding the shame on her shoulders. Not that she saw her daughter a shame in anyway. She hadn’t wanted to start the affair. Certainly she hadn’t wanted to bring shame upon her new mistress. But, that seemed like it was the only thing she could do well. If the rumors spread to the Princess, she’d certainly lose her job. 

Lucy choose to do one of the few things she knew would calm her nerves. One of the few things she remembered doing for her daughter before giving her up. She sang. Lavenders blue dilly dilly….Lavenders green….when you are King..dilly dilly…I shall be Que-

Her voice cut short when she heard the sharp knock to the door. Heart leaping into her throat, Lucy knew it had to be the guards coming to escort her from the palace. Wrapping her shawl tighter around her shoulders, Lucy made quick haste to the door. Though when she opened the door, her heart all but stopped beating. Of all the people in the world, she hadn’t expected to see Lot behind the door. Her lips parted to speak, but nothing seemed to come of them. 

“L-Lot? W-w-what are you doing here?” 

Lucrezia would have had no way of knowing it was Lot on the other side of the door, so surely that look of fear when she opened it was not meant for him. Still, her wide eyes were unsettling and he quickly fixed his gaze on something behind her. The way she addressed him was so casual it sounded almost like an accusation. “Miss Lucrezia,” he said with a curt nod, pointedly ignoring her question. He reminded himself he did not owe her an answer, he did not owe her anything. 

“I was recently informed of your presence at court, and I would not have thought to disturb you if it wasn’t for some unpleasantness I encountered among the nobles. It seems there have been some foul rumors regarding your past, and I wanted to inform you that they will no longer be a problem any more.” There was a sense of certainty behind his words, not of a man or a friend but a king, who’s words were meant to go unquestioned. “I trust those ridiculous lies about you won’t be a problem anymore. You can rest assured that your position in Camelot will not be questioned again.” He paused for a moment, wanting to say something more, wanting to ask. He didn’t. 

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morgauseoftintagel‌:

Hearing that her husband was coming to Camelot did not move Morgause in the slightest. The information was met with a similar reaction as a dinner announcement. And yet, something in her was slightly expectant of Lot’s arrival, though she wouldn’t admit it. For her plans have been stalling again and it was becoming annoying; perhaps the presence of the Lothian king could improve things for her.

She knew when he arrived but didn’t rush to welcome him. She finished what she was doing, changed her dress and picked jewellery she found fitting for that particular day. Then she headed for the main hall to get something to eat; if Lot wanted to find her, he would seek her out sooner or later.

Destiny brought them together sooner. While walking down to the hall, Morgause noticed a simple kitchenmaid being questioned by none other than her husband. “Now now,” she hummed, a small smile appearing on her face. “I doubt you will get any valid information from the staff.”

He saw the blonde approaching from the corner of his eye, but he kept his gaze fixed on the kitchenmaid in front of him. “Well?” the good merely shook her head, her eyes fixed on the floor. Lot let out a sigh of frustration before dismissing her with a wave of his hand, watching her scurry away like a cockroach escaping a boot. “They don’t know much, it’s true. But at least what they do know of, they don’t lie about. Or at least they don’t lie about it well.” At last the King of Lothian turned his gaze towards his wife, and while he always welcomed the sight of competence and strength, there was nothing but weariness in his eyes. “You’ll find more dishonesty in a courtroom than a tavern, though I suppose I don’t have to tell you that.” The corner of his lips twitched slightly at that. He nodded at Morgause and it was as close as he’d ever get to bowing before someone. 

“Besides, my queen, they say desperate times call for desperate measures, and there are few things I find as troublesome as the dull and sluggish death of progress. It’s seems I’ve chosen quite a tedious and uneventful time for me to visit you fair kingdom, I’m afraid. I suppose I have your brother to thank for that.” Truthfully it wasn’t just boredom that had Lot in a particularly fowl mood, it was what the boredom implied. He knew he lacked his wife’s patience, and the tranquility that currently presided over Camelot was starting to feel like a dead end.

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@lucreziaslies​

It didn’t take long for the King of Lothian to track down a certain handmaiden. After he’d ensured that the rumors of her past had been put to rest he’d decided it was best for him to inform Lucrezia of what had been said about her. He told himself it was a matter of propriety, that it was his duty to inform her of the foul lies being spread about her and that he ought to put her mind at ease. He did not tell himself that it was far more personal than that. They may have been close once, a long time ago; childhood sweethearts turned into young lovers until duty had forced him to push her away. While some might consider him tossing her aside and forcing her out of his life a cruel gesture that was not the way he saw it. There was never any future for them, and as he’d grown older he’d come to see their relationship for what it truly was: doomed. He had a kingdom to rule, and one day he would marry a royal. A queen. Honestly, he’d done them both a kindness when he ended it. He didn’t know what happened to her after that though. He’d always just assumed she’d gone on with her life, married some handsome young fool, spending her days singing or sewing. The last thing he’d expected was for her to turn up in Camelot all these years later in the same damn castle for that matter. 

Lot stood in perfectly still in front of the door, forcing down the memories like a lump in his throat. This was business. He was here as a king, informing an old acquaintance of matters of the court. With that in mind he lifted his hand to knock, when suddenly heard a sound coming from the other side of the door and he hesitated. It had been years, but she still sounded just as sweet as she did when they were younger. He couldn’t make out the words very well through the wood, but he didn’t mind. He’d never cared for lyrics full of lies. He’d never cared for music at all really. Except with Lucy. She could sing the most ridiculous tales and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he could listen to her. Her songs were amongst the few joyful memories he held. 

And then he knocked on the door. It was swift and loud and sudden, as if he couldn’t wait a single moment longer. The truth was he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to hear another note. Not when it stirred things within him he’d spent half his lifetime trying to burry and ignore. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking more defensive than formal as he waited for his past to open the door.

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You would dare? || Self-Para

The list of things Lot had not missed about Camelot was infinite, but high up on that list was the relentless gossip. Boredom seemed to have fallen over the kingdom like a plague, and the cure was found in the whispers of kitchen maids and noblemen alike. Even the castle courtyards and gardens provided little sanctuary, as Lot found himself surrounded by a group of ladies chattering away about the latest nonsense of court. From what Lot could hear, the news of the day was about some poor handmaid under the employment of Princess Eleanor. Whoever she was and whatever she did could did interest Lot in the slightest- until he heard a name.

“If you ask me, that Lucrezia girl has no place in court, walking around like she’s so innocent. The Princess should have had her out on the streets by now!” One of the ladies was particularly loud, but Lot only cared about a single word from the entire outburst. Lucrezia. It wasn’t a particularly common name, but surely it was not so rare that there was only one Lucrezia in all of Britain. Surely it would be too great a coincidence that the handmaiden these ladies were prattling on about was the same girl he’d buried in his memories long ago. Still, he had to be sure. “This handmaiden, she’s not Lucrezia... Wrenne, by any chance, is she?” The ladies all turned at him in surprise, started by his sudden interest in their conversation. The loudest one among them quickly brightened at the question, like a bloody vulture. “Indeed it is! How funny you should ask. It appears the girl is some foreign commoner who came to Camelot to flee her scandalous past! She had affair with a bard and ran away after giving birth to some bastard. Now the little whore is walking around court serving the Princess of Camelot. Isn’t that the maddest thing you’ve ever heard?” 

The woman looked at him expectantly, as if he should somehow share her disapproval. Oh, he disapproved alright. “That ‘whore’ is no foreigner, she is a citizen and subject of the kingdom of Lothian. My subject. Need I remind you that as a king, my word is law, and I say that Lucrezia Wrenne is innocent of any crime you’re capable of gossiping about. If you wish to talk about her with the other ladies then that is what you may say.” He looked at rest of the shocked ladies, who stared at him in stunned silence. “The next time you think of slandering an innocent woman’s reputation will be the last time you have a tongue, do I make myself clear?” He didn’t wait for them to answer.

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Lot was not the sort of man to run and hide from anyone or anything, but marriage was a far more alarming concept than war or death. He stood by his choice to marry Morgause, knowing the alliance would be immeasurably useful to him in the future. When Camelot finally fell, his new Queen would strengthen his claim politically. Not only that, he knew his wife was a force to be reckoned with. That said... this was business for him. He’d never been good at making friends, let alone a partner or wife. He worked best alone, so he’d stayed in Lothian for as long as possible. Not only was he responsible for running his kingdom, the politics had been the perfect excuse to be alone and avoid his marital duties. But that could only go on for so long, so when his advisors urged him to return to Camelot to maintain his alliance and strengthen his marriage he reluctantly agreed. Camelot seemed to be doing quite well, which made him absolutely miserable. It was bad enough the kingdom was thriving with its wretched King sitting happily on the throne, now Lot would be forced to see it first hand. Every day. Not only that, he had to pretend to be happy about it. Lot wasn’t good at seeming happy even when he meant it -not that it was very often. 

He leaned against a column with an annoyed groan, watching the people walking by. “Hey, you!” he called out to the first person his eyes settled on. “What do you know of the Saxons in the East? Is there any talk of future conflict?” he wasn’t expecting the passerby to provide any useful information, but he needed a lead, a whisper, an idea... a distraction. 

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lucreziaslies:

Each time he corrected her, Lucrezia felt a small part of her heart break. Things truly were not the same. “Why shouldn’t your happiness matter?” She questioned as she slowly made her way around the chambers. Taking in the sights, she wanted to learn about him. The new him. I’m not your concern anymore…Why did those words have so much weight to them? Why did they make her heart skip a beat? “When I saw you at the ball, I had to wonder what brought you here. I asked around, even questioned my mistress for a moment if she knew anything. All they said was you were married to the King’s sister.” 

His eyes followed her every move as she walked around his chambers. He felt oddly defensive, as if he was being compared to a boy he had been long ago, or a man he could never be. “Because I’m a king, Lucrezia,” he said slowly. “I have greater concerns than songs and smiles.” He didn’t have time to think about happiness, he had a kingdom to care for, a wife to attend to and an alliance to maintain. At her next words he looked away, finding no joy in the situation they found themselves in. “I am. Queen Morgause is my wife now, and I am in Camelot to sustain my alliance with King Arthur.” He should leave things at that. It was as much of an explanation as he owed her, but he couldn’t help himself. “And what of you? You mentioned your mistress. You are employed by one of Camelot’s ladies?” He shouldn’t be asking. He shouldn’t care. 

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lucreziaslies:

His tone of voice was new. Lucy had been so used to the softer Lot. The Lot she had sat with for hours once in his chambers, talking of a life the both of them knew wasn’t real. Her eyes were starting to wet themselves with tears. She shouldn’t be crying or upset. He wasn’t her Lot anymore. He was a King and married to a Queen. Though, hearing the childhood name fall from his lips caused her to falter.

Looking about them before stepping into the room Lucrezia thought about Goldie. How much shame she would bring on her friend if someone were to catch them. For the next few moments, however, Lucy didn’t care. “I came looking for you, because it has been years Lot. I just wanted to know you are okay. That you are happy..”

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He frowned at the sight of her quivering lip and glinting eyes. He was sure that as a babe he’d cried, but in all his life he couldn’t remember crying, and even the sight of it was enough to make him uncomfortable. He debated patting her shoulder to calm her down, but then opted against it, stepping aside so she could come in. With one last glance down the hall he closed the door behind her. She spoke and he sighed, running a hand over his face. “King Lot,” he corrected gently. “Not that it seems to matter.” He sighed again, trying to hold on to things that made sense, like tittles and rules. These were things he understood, not the look in her eyes. “I’m alright, as you can see. Though my happiness should hardly matter,” he said rather plainly, still trying to figure out how to calm her. He wasn’t the warm and comforting sort, so the best he could muster was a small shrug. “You shouldn’t worry about my, Lucrezia. I’m not concern anymore.” The words tasted dry and left and empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

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morgauseoftintagel:

She wanted to point out how talking to people was part of his job as well as hers but decided against it, at least for now. “Have you at least danced with my sisters yet?” she asked casually while looking around the room. “Surely I do not need to remind you of your responsibilities as a king and a husband. You are Camelot’s ally.” For now.

Indeed, you do not,” he said curtly. “I remain honoured by Camelot’s constant alliance, and it is for the sake of that mutual respect that I find that stepping on your royal sisters’s feet in public would not be beneficial.” He followed her gaze around the room. “However, I am most grateful for your concern and I will gladly pay my respects to all of your siblings once the opportunity arises.”  

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lucreziaslies:

It was his eyes that had drawn her to him when this had all started. And even now, it was his eyes that was making her feet move on their own accord and closer to the King. Closer to a part of her past she had almost forgotten. “I shouldn’t be here…” She murmured. Looking down at the way get hand twisted the fabric of her shall, her hands hadn’t stopped shaking. “I shouldn’t have come looking for you. I just wanted to see you again. After the ball I couldn’t sto-..” Waving her hand she tried to clear away the thoughts in her head. Tried to keep herself from admitting to him that he’d plagued her thoughts for days now. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you.

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She took a step towards him and he looked down at her in confusion, trying to understand what she was doing, what she was thinking. “Of course you shouldn’t be here,” he said, and his voice sounded cold and impatient in his ears despite the turmoil stirring within him. An entire alliance depended on his marriage to King Arthur’s sister, and yet here he was talking to the girl who’d once been his childhood sweetheart. The woman he’d once hoped would be his mistress. “Why did you come looking for me?” he asked, and this time he managed to soften his tone. “You could never bother me, little Lucy,” he said with a sigh. As confused and burdened as he was he could not stand the sight of her in such a state. “Come inside. I’m sure we both have reputations that would not benefit from this conversation being had in public.” He stepped aside, looking down the hall to make sure no one was watching as he motioned for her to go into his chambers. 

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lucreziaslies:

She shouldn’t have been here. Trying to seek him out. But after that night at the ball Lucrezia couldn’t help herself. Keeping a shall around her head, thinking it might sheild her from the prying eyes at court, she made her way to the Royal Visitors wing. It wasn’t hard to find his chambers, that was the easy part. The tough part was bringing herself to knock on the door.

There had been so many questions that swam through her head. Most of them staring with ‘what if’. What if she had stayed by his side? What if things had been different between them. What if his wife answered his chambers door instead of him. Her mind had been to occupied with the questions, she hadn’t noticed the chamber doors had opened until a voice called her back to reality.

Flush running over her cheeks, she felt a sudden urge to flee. “I…I’m sorry..” she stepped back making her move to run.

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It had taken him years to burry the memory of Lucrezia deep within himself, so deep in fact that Lot had almost forgotten how difficult it had been to forget her. But seeing her again at the ball had unlocked that something within her and unleashed a torrent of memories. Lot rarely thought of his youth, what with an deceased mother and a King for a father it hadn’t exactly been much of a childhood. But when he searched within himself for any trace of a happy memory Lucrezia was always there, like a small candle burning in the back of his dark mind. He had forgotten her, yes, but at what cost? With her he had locked away all the laughter from his childhood, leaving only the cold shell of man he was now, unable to feel even if he wanted to. 

When he opened the door and found her standing there, wrapped in a shawl and practically trembling he stood there frozen. “Lucrezia.” He had not expected he’d ever see her again, and even after the ball he’d suspected she’d want to get as far away from him as possible. Yet here she was, muttering apologies and blushing furiously. Everything about her was just so... human. “You’re sorry? Whatever for?” He frowned as it dawned on him with some difficulty that her distress seemed to be sign of fear. Was she scared of him? 

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morgauseoftintagel:

“That remains to be seen,” she replied simply, not wishing to disclose details of her plan with Lot. While she knew he wasn’t keen on Arthur, the two didn’t build the trust bond firm enough for her to reveal her plans to him. “And you could be mingling, talking to people, finding out their alliances… Do I really have to teach you how to play this?” Morgause rolled her eyes impatiently.

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Unlike his wife, Lot did not like to play games. He preferred the simplicity and honest of a bloody battlefield over the politics of court. Morgause, on the other hand, seemed to posses the skill he lacked, and as reluctant as she seemed to share... well, anything, he suspected their combined skills could be of use in the future. “Ah yes... talking to people. I think I’ll leave the mingling to you. Let me know when you need a sword. Though I appreciate the offer of your tutelage.” It was as close as he was capable of making a joke and he delivered it without so much as a smile. 

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famouskingurien:

“Leave the boy alone,” he nodded to the the Knight who had made a silly mistake. “Not worth your time, and sooner or later that stupidity will get him killed with or without your guidance.” A wave of the King’s hand showed he’d heard, and understood Lot’s words. He’d concede, for now, when it came to retorts about Morgause. It was true, Urien was an acquired taste, but for every one who simply put up with him there were others that found him uniquely charming. Lot, on the other hand, was fun for Urien. He’d given the young King all he knew and then some. He’d watched the King grow into a formidable ally and a companion. There was little Urien wouldn’t do for Lot. And that was the absolute truth. It was evident upon Lot’s arrival, the fact that the King of Rheged had taken time out of his day to greet the other just outside the Castle’s walls. He could have sent an errand boy, but he didn’t. 

“Ah, brilliant, it’s been some time since I’ve had an audience with Camelot’s great King,” Urien boasted. “Though, if I have not been invited by his side by himself, might be imposing,” of course, that last part was simply for show. Urien would join them with or without an invitation. “Northumberland’s lovely, I’m excited to add it to my collection. Great land, good people, it’ll do well with Rheged,” he left it at that. 

Watching as Lot finally slipped off his horse the other King fell in step with him. “And you, victorious?” He asked noting how the other was tired.

“Perhaps,” he said simply. It wasn’t his life or even his punishment that concerned Lot. It was setting an example. Many of his soldiers only knew him in the battlefield, and while Lot was keenly aware that he wasn't the best politician, he knew the rules of court and he expected his men to follow them as well. At Urien’s sarcastic quip the corner of Lot’s lip twitched ever so slightly in the closest thing the young king ever came to a smile. “And here I imagined you’d be his most celebrated guest, with feasts thrown in honour of your victory and in gratitude for your assistance after the storm.” He was exaggerating, of course, but he really did expect Urien to be treated with respect. The man was more of a father to him than his own blood had ever been, and for all his... quirks, Urien was a force of nature. His skill and power deserved to be admired, if not acknowledged at the least. He had accomplished much more than the renowned bastard King of Camelot who now played host to the two of them. “Nonsense. I insist you accompany us. I’m sure the King will be as pleased with your presence as he is with your alliance.” He paused for a moment. “There is still an alliance in place, is there not? I would have thought that by now you and his sister would be wed.” It wasn’t a moment meant out of spite or disdain, he was simply curious and had spent too much of his life in battle to ever bother to learn how to phrase things more delicately. “I wish I could say the same of Gododdin. A dreadful people, really. No concept of order or law, but that will change now that it is a part of Lothian.”

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lucreziaslies

There weren’t many that used her full name and hearing it now caused only a moment of confusion. Looking up at the face, she felt a flush run over her cheeks. “Lot.” It had been years since she’d seen him, he still looked the same, if not a bit more distinguished. “W-What are you doing here?” 

A thousand memories flooded him at the sight of her. She was as lovely as she had been on the day he’d first met her, when they were nothing more than children. They had been childhood sweethearts for many years, to the point where he had grown accustomed to her presence. She was a simple seamless, so he’d never fooled himself into believing they had a future, but there had been a time when he’d dared to hope that one day she would become his mistress. Then she’d disappeared. “It’s Kind Lot, actually,” he said, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of things. “I could ask you the same thing.” This was a bloody mess. There was one person in all the world who was capable of making him feel anything, and she ended up in the same ball as her. It was preposterous. “Lothian has an alliance with Camelot. I’m here for political purposes.”