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Prompt#418 - Arsenal - Liar - amaranthine_7 - Arthurian Legends
Title: Liar
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 418 - Arsenal
Warnings: Written while heavily tired...
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: Galahad had been in Camelot for a few days but hadn’t managed to catch sight of Lancelot.
Galahad had been in Camelot for a few days but hadn’t managed to catch sight of Lancelot. He wanted to talk to him, to introduce himself privately and reveal his true identity but the knight had been absent from the court on some mission. Galahad had heard people talk of his return and upon investigation he had been told he would most probably find him in the armoury. He was walking towards it nervously not so certain that his idea to reveal his true identity was the right thing to do. Lancelot was the perfect knight but deep down Galahad was scared that Lancelot would refuse to acknowledge him. He was a stain in his honour.
As he approach the building he heard noises coming from inside. He timidly pushed the door and saw Mordred polishing a sword. The other boy raised his head and looked at him questioningly.
“I’m… I’m looking for Lancelot,” Galahad mumbled. He had not expected to find Mordred. He didn’t like the boy. He had heard of his reputation and had experienced first hand his poisonous remarks already.
“Only me I’m afraid.” Galahad turned to walk out but as he did so Mordred added. “Why?”
“I… I just needed to talk to him about… sword lessons.” For a second he had hesitated in his reply almost letting slip the real reason behind his search.
Mordred nodded vaguely “Typical. You all think he’ll take the time to train you but he never does.” Galahad made to leave but once again he was stopped by Mordred. “In any case you would never have found him here.”
“Why?” He hadn’t want to keep the conversation going with Mordred but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“The man’s too good for this armoury,” Mordred’s sneered. “He had his own in his chambers inside the castle. The man doesn’t associate with common knights like you and me.”
“I don’t believe you,” Galahad replied automatically. Lancelot was the perfect knight and couldn’t, wouldn’t disregard a younger knight. It was not possible.
“Believe what you will,” Mordred said with a smile on his face. “But you’ll soon find out I’m right.”
Galahad shook his head and turned away, walking out of the building this time but before he could close the door he heard Mordred call after him. “You’d be better off with Aggravaine or Kay to get your lessons. They’re much better fighters.” Galahad ignored him and let the door shut behind him.
Mordred was a liar and couldn’t be trusted. If Lancelot had his private armoury it was simply for ease of use. It wasn’t because he thought himself superior. And he had beaten both Kay and Aggravaine several times. He was the better knight. He was his father and would take the time to train him and teach him how to become chivalrous, brave and courteous. He would.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 418 - Arsenal
Warnings: Written while heavily tired...
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: Galahad had been in Camelot for a few days but hadn’t managed to catch sight of Lancelot.
Galahad had been in Camelot for a few days but hadn’t managed to catch sight of Lancelot. He wanted to talk to him, to introduce himself privately and reveal his true identity but the knight had been absent from the court on some mission. Galahad had heard people talk of his return and upon investigation he had been told he would most probably find him in the armoury. He was walking towards it nervously not so certain that his idea to reveal his true identity was the right thing to do. Lancelot was the perfect knight but deep down Galahad was scared that Lancelot would refuse to acknowledge him. He was a stain in his honour.
As he approach the building he heard noises coming from inside. He timidly pushed the door and saw Mordred polishing a sword. The other boy raised his head and looked at him questioningly.
“I’m… I’m looking for Lancelot,” Galahad mumbled. He had not expected to find Mordred. He didn’t like the boy. He had heard of his reputation and had experienced first hand his poisonous remarks already.
“Only me I’m afraid.” Galahad turned to walk out but as he did so Mordred added. “Why?”
“I… I just needed to talk to him about… sword lessons.” For a second he had hesitated in his reply almost letting slip the real reason behind his search.
Mordred nodded vaguely “Typical. You all think he’ll take the time to train you but he never does.” Galahad made to leave but once again he was stopped by Mordred. “In any case you would never have found him here.”
“Why?” He hadn’t want to keep the conversation going with Mordred but his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“The man’s too good for this armoury,” Mordred’s sneered. “He had his own in his chambers inside the castle. The man doesn’t associate with common knights like you and me.”
“I don’t believe you,” Galahad replied automatically. Lancelot was the perfect knight and couldn’t, wouldn’t disregard a younger knight. It was not possible.
“Believe what you will,” Mordred said with a smile on his face. “But you’ll soon find out I’m right.”
Galahad shook his head and turned away, walking out of the building this time but before he could close the door he heard Mordred call after him. “You’d be better off with Aggravaine or Kay to get your lessons. They’re much better fighters.” Galahad ignored him and let the door shut behind him.
Mordred was a liar and couldn’t be trusted. If Lancelot had his private armoury it was simply for ease of use. It wasn’t because he thought himself superior. And he had beaten both Kay and Aggravaine several times. He was the better knight. He was his father and would take the time to train him and teach him how to become chivalrous, brave and courteous. He would.