Like the Old Days [Delilah]

[Sasha]

It was true, the Lady Sasha was quite disappointed when her mother arrived in Camelot. Just what she needed, a mother crazed by grief stalking her every move night and day for the rest of her life. Now of course that wasn't as bad as what she had to deal with as a child; the physically abusive mother of hers seemed to be nice all of a sudden, so she couldn't complain... yet. When Delilah Tiberius, her mother, had arrived in Camelot a week ago she had held an audience with Uther and stated that she was of nobility. She requested that she only be referred to as Lady Delilah and nothing short of that. For the record, Delilah was far from noble blood. She had been born in the forest and grew up homeless, for Heaven's sake! Unfortunately, no one knew of this and it didn't help that Sasha's father Sir Peter had said that Delilah was of nobility. Thankfully, Sasha had the proof that she was rightfully nobility in her own scarlet blood. Her mother did not, but no one seemed to question it... apparently Uther taking one of his Knight's word. Peter was a good man, and it was a shame that she had... well, never mind that. She shrugged the memory away, for it was too much to bare even though it was her own actions.

Anyway, her mother had so far not done anything wrong.. and for the record, had invited her up to the countryside for a little "mother/daughter" time. She didn't believe it was possible for Delilah to hold a proper peace between them that well, but she would see. She wouldn't judge until she saw it with her own eyes.

Sasha and Delilah rode through the countryside, talking of things. They came to a waterhole, and Delilah asked her daughter if they could stop there for a rest. Sasha nodded and got off her light brown horse. She sat beside her mother at the waterhole, silently. It would be better to wait for he rmother to restart the conversation, she felt.

[Delilah Kastus]

The Lady Delilah sat by the pond with her daughter, her back rested up against a rock. She had been thinking about this trip through the countryside for a couple of days now and she could still sense her daughter's unease by her silence and how she seemed distant. Ugh... need I remind you again that you're the traitor, not me? She rolled her eyes when Sasha wasn't looking. This was not true; just because Delilah didn't consider herself a traitor didn't mean she wasn't one. She had, of course, been the one to kill one of Uther's loyal knights -- who so happened to be her husband and father of the Lady Sasha -- and force her daughter to take the blame at her young age. It had worked out well if she did say so herself, and the best thing about it was that no one knew that Delilah or Sasha had anything to do with Sir Peter's murder. She especially was glad Uther didn't know, that would just be horrible luck.

The real reason Delilah had brought her daughter this far from the castle was to torment her, and she would carry her desires through with pleasure. "Remember when you were younger and I told you that the Prince had been killed by a druid?" She said, clucking her tongue to hold back smirk. Oh, she would enjoy where this would lead. "You must have been so angry with me when you found out he was still alive, now weren't you?" She intended for her tone to sound prideful.