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tamingthemuseTitle: High King
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #286 - Take a stand
Warnings: Reincarnation theme.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mordred looked at the throne and smirked
Mordred looked at the throne and smirked. It was his now. His throne. He didn't care about only being a regent, about not really owning the throne because in a matter of weeks this would all change and he would be its rightful owner, he would sit proudly on it and be the master of all Britain.
He walked slowly to the chair and sat on it, his back straight, his head raised and his gaze far away. He was proud. He surveyed the room. It was completely empty but he could see it filled with subjects and servants, people that would obey all of his demands no matter what they were, people that would only exist to serve him and him only.
He remembered his mother in that instant and how proud she would be of him. She was dead now but Mordred was sure she could see him somehow and was smiling that crooked victory smile of hers, that smile Mordred had loved so much and had wanted to make appear on her lips all the time, to make her proud of him, to make her love him. And in that instant he knew she did even if dead. He had taken a stand, he hadn't lurked in the shadows like always and he hadn't waited for his mother instructions. He had been sure, he had known he was doing the right thing - his mother will, his mother dream.
He was going to be the King, the High King and that was all for her. He would have to create a day in her memory in which people would feast and celebrate her existence. Without her he wouldn't be High King, without her silent push he wouldn't have dared going all the way up to the throne even if it was his as much as Arthur. He was his son after all.
Arthur... His smile vanished at the thought of him. He had to disappear forever to make Mordred's victory complete. He stood up from the throne and walk down the steps. He turned back to glance one more time at the decorated chair and smiled again. It was time to take one last stand, time to organize his troops for battle and defeat Arthur - defeat his father.
Mordred slowly walked out of the room, calm, sure of himself. It didn't matter that a voice at the back of his head was trying to break through, to tell him it was all wrong and that he was being the puppet of his mother. It didn't matter because power and the influence of his mother was much stronger. She had loved him, she would be proud. He had never loved him, he would destroy him at the first occasion.
Now that she was dead he was alone and he would be the master of his life, accomplishing her final wishes, creating the world she had wanted and take a stand for himself, rise up into the world and prove to everyone that she had been right, that he was special, valuable, fit to be High King.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #286 - Take a stand
Warnings: Reincarnation theme.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mordred looked at the throne and smirked
Mordred looked at the throne and smirked. It was his now. His throne. He didn't care about only being a regent, about not really owning the throne because in a matter of weeks this would all change and he would be its rightful owner, he would sit proudly on it and be the master of all Britain.
He walked slowly to the chair and sat on it, his back straight, his head raised and his gaze far away. He was proud. He surveyed the room. It was completely empty but he could see it filled with subjects and servants, people that would obey all of his demands no matter what they were, people that would only exist to serve him and him only.
He remembered his mother in that instant and how proud she would be of him. She was dead now but Mordred was sure she could see him somehow and was smiling that crooked victory smile of hers, that smile Mordred had loved so much and had wanted to make appear on her lips all the time, to make her proud of him, to make her love him. And in that instant he knew she did even if dead. He had taken a stand, he hadn't lurked in the shadows like always and he hadn't waited for his mother instructions. He had been sure, he had known he was doing the right thing - his mother will, his mother dream.
He was going to be the King, the High King and that was all for her. He would have to create a day in her memory in which people would feast and celebrate her existence. Without her he wouldn't be High King, without her silent push he wouldn't have dared going all the way up to the throne even if it was his as much as Arthur. He was his son after all.
Arthur... His smile vanished at the thought of him. He had to disappear forever to make Mordred's victory complete. He stood up from the throne and walk down the steps. He turned back to glance one more time at the decorated chair and smiled again. It was time to take one last stand, time to organize his troops for battle and defeat Arthur - defeat his father.
Mordred slowly walked out of the room, calm, sure of himself. It didn't matter that a voice at the back of his head was trying to break through, to tell him it was all wrong and that he was being the puppet of his mother. It didn't matter because power and the influence of his mother was much stronger. She had loved him, she would be proud. He had never loved him, he would destroy him at the first occasion.
Now that she was dead he was alone and he would be the master of his life, accomplishing her final wishes, creating the world she had wanted and take a stand for himself, rise up into the world and prove to everyone that she had been right, that he was special, valuable, fit to be High King.
