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tamingthemuseTitle: Family
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 359 - Relationships
Warnings: None.
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 and his family.
"Mother," he asked in a timid voice.
"Yes boy," she inquired.
"You asked for me," he replied, his tone closer to a question than a statement.
"Ah yes," she said lazily. "Come sit next to me. I want to tell you a story."
And so it began. Two to three evenings a week, he would visit her chambers and stay until late in the night. A few times he even fell asleep in her giant bed, although he never awoke in it.
He had thought she loved him then.
He knew better now. It hasn't been loved. She hadn't even really cared for him at all. She simply wanted him alive so that she could use him to get her evenge. He liked him as she liked a tool. She just pretending to love him.
He had thought that it didn't matter his brothers were getting more and more distant from him. They were simply jealous brats that couldn't bear the fact that he was her favourite.
He knew better now. They were jealous indeed but he had never been her favourite. She had always like Gawain the best. She had failed to mould him as she had wished but she still loved him best. He was the strongest of them all, the most resilient. She had admired him for that treat of character. And she had loved to see his anger burst out of him, his arm lash out and his tongue spit insults. She knew then that he was her son, her favourite son.
---*---
"Queen Morgause of Orkney sent me my lord," he said his voice even and steady.
"Rise Mordred," the King ordered.
Mordred did as he was told. He got to his feet and stared straight in the eyes of the King. There could be no doubt he was his father. He had inherited his dark hair and his square jaw. He could see himself reflected in the face of the King.
He had known Arthur had never been fooled. From that first encounter he had known Mordred was his son. But he had remained silent and went on pretending Mordred was only one more nephew.
He had thought he didn't love him.
He knew better now. Arthur had always loved him. He had loved him so much it hurt him. He couldn't bear the weight of the act of treason he had committed at his birth and he simply did not know how to repent his sin.
He had thought he wouldn't even care for his love. He didn't need a father. He was Mordred, strong enough to stand on his own with no family.
He knew better now. The King was gone to battle in some corner of the country, his brothers with him. He had remained behind as ordered. He was to protect the castle against enemies if needed. And he had missed them. He had felt empty without their presence around. He had been truly alone in those few weeks and without realising it, he had made the decision to die if need be rather than ever let them go again.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 359 - Relationships
Warnings: None.
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 and his family.
"Mother," he asked in a timid voice.
"Yes boy," she inquired.
"You asked for me," he replied, his tone closer to a question than a statement.
"Ah yes," she said lazily. "Come sit next to me. I want to tell you a story."
And so it began. Two to three evenings a week, he would visit her chambers and stay until late in the night. A few times he even fell asleep in her giant bed, although he never awoke in it.
He had thought she loved him then.
He knew better now. It hasn't been loved. She hadn't even really cared for him at all. She simply wanted him alive so that she could use him to get her evenge. He liked him as she liked a tool. She just pretending to love him.
He had thought that it didn't matter his brothers were getting more and more distant from him. They were simply jealous brats that couldn't bear the fact that he was her favourite.
He knew better now. They were jealous indeed but he had never been her favourite. She had always like Gawain the best. She had failed to mould him as she had wished but she still loved him best. He was the strongest of them all, the most resilient. She had admired him for that treat of character. And she had loved to see his anger burst out of him, his arm lash out and his tongue spit insults. She knew then that he was her son, her favourite son.
---*---
"Queen Morgause of Orkney sent me my lord," he said his voice even and steady.
"Rise Mordred," the King ordered.
Mordred did as he was told. He got to his feet and stared straight in the eyes of the King. There could be no doubt he was his father. He had inherited his dark hair and his square jaw. He could see himself reflected in the face of the King.
He had known Arthur had never been fooled. From that first encounter he had known Mordred was his son. But he had remained silent and went on pretending Mordred was only one more nephew.
He had thought he didn't love him.
He knew better now. Arthur had always loved him. He had loved him so much it hurt him. He couldn't bear the weight of the act of treason he had committed at his birth and he simply did not know how to repent his sin.
He had thought he wouldn't even care for his love. He didn't need a father. He was Mordred, strong enough to stand on his own with no family.
He knew better now. The King was gone to battle in some corner of the country, his brothers with him. He had remained behind as ordered. He was to protect the castle against enemies if needed. And he had missed them. He had felt empty without their presence around. He had been truly alone in those few weeks and without realising it, he had made the decision to die if need be rather than ever let them go again.
