@ladycfthelake answered
❝Lancelot, my dear, is your mother EMBARRASSING you?❞
Nimue’s voice sounded almost unusually smug when she replied to her daughter’s question, a faint of a smirk playing around the corners of her mouth. She was only teasing her, of course; the fact that Lancelot sounded quite distant today hasn’t escaped her attention nonetheless.
❝Or is there any other reason you seem to want to get RID of me so quickly again?❞
Flustered, the knight’s poised image sinks, shimmers with a range of emotions.
“ Of–of course not, maman!” A gloved palm flowed to the back of her neck as deep rose threatened to stain her cheeks. Lance looked away, but the action only highlighted what pooled in her heart—all of which in moments soon overflowed to spill past her lips:
“ It’s quite the opposite– I know we’re not at our best here. Arthur’s men are tired, overworked,” run dry. “I was hoping to make a better impression, that we’d be in better shape by the time you visited–
“ So you’d know that I’m doing okay here—That I’m not wasting my time.”
