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tamingthemuseTitle: Changes
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 393 - Overwhelmed
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: The Orkney brothers learn of their father's death.
As they entered the great hall they were surprised to find Gawain standing in front of Morgause, at the place of the lesser nobles and peasants. They hesitated a second at the door, unsure of what to do.
"Come in my darlings, come to stand by your brother side," called Morgause from her throne.
They walked hesitantly to Gawain's side. Gareth and Gaheris held their hands together. They were both in awe and afraid of the vision of their mother. She was standing magnificently in their father's throne. She had a dark green velvet dress on her that reflected the light from the sun, maing the dress almost shimmer. Her bright curly red hair had been let loose and were flowing freely around her head and shoulders. They thought she looked like a goddess from the other world - someone to fear, someone to love.
As they stopped, one step behind Gawain she invited them a little closer by a movement of her finger. They stepped up, forming a line, unconsciously organising themselves by age with Gawain on the far right and Gareth on the far left.
"I have news about your father. A messenger came in the dead hours of the night." She paused, inspecting each of her sons in turn. She liked how Mordred's jet black hair broke the line of unmistakably red hair of her other sons. She smirked, thinking of who gave him those hair. "Your father is dead." He voice was steady and solemn, no hint of sadness could be found. "I am the Queen of the Orkney now." She added.
The five boys felt as if she had raised to her feet but they could see she was still sitting firmly in the throne, her arms resting on the arm rest, her back straighter than it had ever been.
Aggravain's face fell. He tried hard to stay still, not to run away, not to yell. His father was dead. His only hope to ever come close to power had vanished. He clenched his fist hard, his fingernails digging into his skin.
Gaheris' hand tightened in Gareth's hand. They both hung on to the other. They were not allowed to cry, they were big boys now and they knew that, but there was nothing they could do to stop their lips from wavering. Mordred placed a hand on Gaheris shoulder, squeezing it gently and trying to convey comfort to the twins through his gesture. He felt scared. Lot had never liked him and he had done his best to avoid the man through the year. However, he had like the man. He had kept Morgause in checked and he knew better than any of his brothers how things would change from now.
Gawain stood very still, waiting for their mother to go on. He was the man in charge now, he couldn't flinch, couldn't show his disappointement. He wanted Camelot, not the Orkney islands and their meagre territory in the mainland.
"Gawain," Morgause's eyes darted to him, pierching through him. "You will not rise to the throne."
Aggravaine's head jerked to his brother, unable to stop himself.
"I am still alive. I will reign over the kingdom. You remain as you are."
Gawain nodded. He couldn't help but feel relieved by this news. He was still free to leave for Camelot.
"You can leave now."
"But mother..." started Aggravaine, but he was stopped immediatly by the raised hand of his mother.
"Not now my boy. I have asked you to leave."
Gawain placed his hand on Aggravaine's back and whisper. "Come on brother. We'll have time later for questions."
Aggravaine's jaws tightened. His father was dead. He had the right to know the circumstances, to know if territories had been lost.
The boys left the room slowly, their thoughts racing in their brains. Their father was dead. Their mother was on the throne, alone. What would become of them?
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 393 - Overwhelmed
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: The Orkney brothers learn of their father's death.
As they entered the great hall they were surprised to find Gawain standing in front of Morgause, at the place of the lesser nobles and peasants. They hesitated a second at the door, unsure of what to do.
"Come in my darlings, come to stand by your brother side," called Morgause from her throne.
They walked hesitantly to Gawain's side. Gareth and Gaheris held their hands together. They were both in awe and afraid of the vision of their mother. She was standing magnificently in their father's throne. She had a dark green velvet dress on her that reflected the light from the sun, maing the dress almost shimmer. Her bright curly red hair had been let loose and were flowing freely around her head and shoulders. They thought she looked like a goddess from the other world - someone to fear, someone to love.
As they stopped, one step behind Gawain she invited them a little closer by a movement of her finger. They stepped up, forming a line, unconsciously organising themselves by age with Gawain on the far right and Gareth on the far left.
"I have news about your father. A messenger came in the dead hours of the night." She paused, inspecting each of her sons in turn. She liked how Mordred's jet black hair broke the line of unmistakably red hair of her other sons. She smirked, thinking of who gave him those hair. "Your father is dead." He voice was steady and solemn, no hint of sadness could be found. "I am the Queen of the Orkney now." She added.
The five boys felt as if she had raised to her feet but they could see she was still sitting firmly in the throne, her arms resting on the arm rest, her back straighter than it had ever been.
Aggravain's face fell. He tried hard to stay still, not to run away, not to yell. His father was dead. His only hope to ever come close to power had vanished. He clenched his fist hard, his fingernails digging into his skin.
Gaheris' hand tightened in Gareth's hand. They both hung on to the other. They were not allowed to cry, they were big boys now and they knew that, but there was nothing they could do to stop their lips from wavering. Mordred placed a hand on Gaheris shoulder, squeezing it gently and trying to convey comfort to the twins through his gesture. He felt scared. Lot had never liked him and he had done his best to avoid the man through the year. However, he had like the man. He had kept Morgause in checked and he knew better than any of his brothers how things would change from now.
Gawain stood very still, waiting for their mother to go on. He was the man in charge now, he couldn't flinch, couldn't show his disappointement. He wanted Camelot, not the Orkney islands and their meagre territory in the mainland.
"Gawain," Morgause's eyes darted to him, pierching through him. "You will not rise to the throne."
Aggravaine's head jerked to his brother, unable to stop himself.
"I am still alive. I will reign over the kingdom. You remain as you are."
Gawain nodded. He couldn't help but feel relieved by this news. He was still free to leave for Camelot.
"You can leave now."
"But mother..." started Aggravaine, but he was stopped immediatly by the raised hand of his mother.
"Not now my boy. I have asked you to leave."
Gawain placed his hand on Aggravaine's back and whisper. "Come on brother. We'll have time later for questions."
Aggravaine's jaws tightened. His father was dead. He had the right to know the circumstances, to know if territories had been lost.
The boys left the room slowly, their thoughts racing in their brains. Their father was dead. Their mother was on the throne, alone. What would become of them?
