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tamingthemuseTitle: Manipulation
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 444 - Money lies
Warnings: N/A
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 let the gold coins slid between his fingers and watched them fall onto the pile already on the floor with a satisfying noise.
Mordred let the gold coins slid between his fingers and watched them fall onto the pile already on the floor with a satisfying noise. Mordred looked up to the room. The entire floor was littered with gold coins, cups, bracelets and other artefacts that people had parted with for him. He grinned at the idea. It was so easy to make them obey. All he needed was to send Saxons mercenaries into their villages and towns, set fires to their homes and destroy their livelihood and then they would be ripe. They would pay whatever price he demanded in exchange for his protection. It was almost too easy. When the bite of winter would come, he would be settled on his throne and they would die. They wouldn't have the strength to fight when they would realise that all of his promises had been lies, that all the money spent had been for nothing.
"Sire," the familiar voice of his manservant interrupted his thoughts.
"Yes?" He stepped out of the room and securely closed the door, sliding the key chain around his neck.
"The Queen wishes to see you."
He nodded. The servant bowed low and waited until the sounds of his master steps had faded away before rising to his feet. He stared for a long moment at the door barring the treasures of the land. His family gold was behind that frame but there was nothing he could do. He had seen the fate of the people who dared defied the new King and he wasn't brave enough to risk it. He had a family to care for.
---*---
Mordred walked to the dungeon whistling a cheery tune. As he passed, every guard bowed acknowledging his presence.
"Open the door," he ordered to the man standing guard in front of Guinevere's cell.
"You wished to see me my lady?" He inclined his head in a mock bow. "May I assume you are ready to be wedded," he added as he raised his head.
Guinevere spat at him, the golden chains around her hands ringing as she moved away from the wall.
"Apparently not."
"You will fail," she hissed.
"Is that all you wanted to say?"
"My husband, the King will defeat you. You are nothing but a spoiled brat."
Mordred took a step toward the fallen queen and tugged at her hair, forcing her to bend her back. "Have I not been to you, my queen," he added mockingly. "Chains of gold and your own personal guard at your door." He laughed for an instant before becoming serious. "Now stop calling me if you are not ready to marry me," he spat back in anger before forcing his lips on hers, pressing hard against her face.
"I have no time for your amusement," he commented as he jerked her away, sending her body against the wall. "I have more important business to attend to." He walked to the door without another glance at her. "Like the murder of your husband," he taunted her as the door closed behind him.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 444 - Money lies
Warnings: N/A
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 let the gold coins slid between his fingers and watched them fall onto the pile already on the floor with a satisfying noise.
Mordred let the gold coins slid between his fingers and watched them fall onto the pile already on the floor with a satisfying noise. Mordred looked up to the room. The entire floor was littered with gold coins, cups, bracelets and other artefacts that people had parted with for him. He grinned at the idea. It was so easy to make them obey. All he needed was to send Saxons mercenaries into their villages and towns, set fires to their homes and destroy their livelihood and then they would be ripe. They would pay whatever price he demanded in exchange for his protection. It was almost too easy. When the bite of winter would come, he would be settled on his throne and they would die. They wouldn't have the strength to fight when they would realise that all of his promises had been lies, that all the money spent had been for nothing.
"Sire," the familiar voice of his manservant interrupted his thoughts.
"Yes?" He stepped out of the room and securely closed the door, sliding the key chain around his neck.
"The Queen wishes to see you."
He nodded. The servant bowed low and waited until the sounds of his master steps had faded away before rising to his feet. He stared for a long moment at the door barring the treasures of the land. His family gold was behind that frame but there was nothing he could do. He had seen the fate of the people who dared defied the new King and he wasn't brave enough to risk it. He had a family to care for.
---*---
Mordred walked to the dungeon whistling a cheery tune. As he passed, every guard bowed acknowledging his presence.
"Open the door," he ordered to the man standing guard in front of Guinevere's cell.
"You wished to see me my lady?" He inclined his head in a mock bow. "May I assume you are ready to be wedded," he added as he raised his head.
Guinevere spat at him, the golden chains around her hands ringing as she moved away from the wall.
"Apparently not."
"You will fail," she hissed.
"Is that all you wanted to say?"
"My husband, the King will defeat you. You are nothing but a spoiled brat."
Mordred took a step toward the fallen queen and tugged at her hair, forcing her to bend her back. "Have I not been to you, my queen," he added mockingly. "Chains of gold and your own personal guard at your door." He laughed for an instant before becoming serious. "Now stop calling me if you are not ready to marry me," he spat back in anger before forcing his lips on hers, pressing hard against her face.
"I have no time for your amusement," he commented as he jerked her away, sending her body against the wall. "I have more important business to attend to." He walked to the door without another glance at her. "Like the murder of your husband," he taunted her as the door closed behind him.
