I'll Never Tell [Mordred | Guienvere]

[Guinevère]

Guinevère had once been arrested for magic, and knew all too well the fears and dangers that went with anyone having to do with magic. She had been dropped at the king's feet, and he'd ordered her death with out a moment's thought while she begged for her life. Even now she could still feel the fear she had felt during those hours she waited to die.

It was why she was helping Morgana tend for the small druid boy, and why Morgana did not even have to ask Gwen to keep it all a secret. Anyone found harboring the child could be killed along with him, and she knew if they were caught she could loose everything. Still, he was only a child! Could could she not help him when he'd not done anything wrong?

Morgana had to go out to dine with Uther and the nobles, and Gwen had volunteered to stay behind and try to get him to eat something. She had gone to the kitchens to get some bread and a bit of meat before returning to the boy. She hoped that he would start feeling better soon, especially now that Gaius had come to help him. Slipping past the curtain she smiled down at him, "Hullo," She greeted before slowly dropping down to her knees and sitting the plate down near him.

"I brought you something to eat. It might make you feel better." As he had not said a word before, she did not really expect a reply, so she kept talking to fill the silence. "It's fresh, and good; you will like it. It was supposed to be on the table for the king's meal, but he will not notice a few bits missing. So when I tell you that this meal is fit for a king, know that I mean it."

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[mordred]

As the Druid boy was left alone for a few minutes he had closed his eyes, resting just for a bit longer. He needed to get his strength back, and he was thankful for all that the lady Morgana and Guinevère had done for them already. He'd been sheltered, looked after, and he had received medical attention. For that very fact he was grateful. Camelot was full of some very kind, caring people that were risking their own lives for him. It was odd for him to think about since they knew nothing about him.

The sound of a door opening drew him out of his thoughts and his eyes opened. Mordred waited, growing anxious as he heard footsteps drawing closer and closer. He was relieved when he saw that it was just Gwen and glanced up at her with his large blue eyes. The boy simply nodded in greeting, not really one to use his voice. Upon noticing the plate of food he could feel how hungry he truly was, and his mouth began to water.

Glancing off into space, he listened to the woman, and nodded to indicate he was listening. So she had gone to get him something to eat. For that he was thankful. Letting his gaze settle back on the female, he gave her a small smile and another nod in gratitude. Shifting to sit up he glanced down at the plate and then picked it up to take a closer look at the food. It isn't that he didn't trust Guinevère, it's that if it was meant for the king, then he didn't know if it really was safe. He had the type of mind set to think of all the possibilities before taking his course of action.

Mordred began picking at the food, not really having much of an appetite, and when he finished what he wanted to eat the boy simply set the plate down. Taking a deep breath he glanced over to the King's Ward's handmaiden. “Thank you...” He said, speaking for the first time in a long while, Normally preferring not to.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère's eyes widened and flew up in surprise to look at the young boys face when he spoke to her for the first time; though her surprise quickly turned to a bright smile. She was pleased that he was speaking and she thought it was a good sign for him. Surely everything would work out now that he was talking, he would be able to leave this place (some how) and find his people. He would be able to forget the horrors of having what could well be his father killed, and try to live a normal life. While she knew her thoughts were jumping ahead of themselves, she really only wanted the best for everyone; especially a child who had lost so much.

"Your welcome," She whispered, wondering if he had spoken to anyone else yet. Morgana would be pleased to know he was coming around a bit. Still, he'd only said two small words but the hope it gave to Gwen was great. She watched him as he picked at his food, and she hoped he'd eat some so he could build up some strength. The fever had to have taken allot out of a child, and he needed to be well if he was going to make it back to his people.

Gwen was the type to talk, and talk in effort to try to make others feel comfortable. Sometimes it worked but sometimes when she felt nervous it only make her seem more like a fool rather then a high ranking servant to the king's daughter like ward. "I hope you like the bread, it's very good! You should try some, for the king as it made just for him so it must be good." However whenever Gwen had gotten to try some it had tasted just like all bread. Fresh but normal.

She wanted to ask him so many questions but knew better then to rush things. She wanted him to feel at ease, and not over whelmed. She wondered what his name was, and where he was from. If he knew how to reach out to his people so they knew to come get him, if the man who Uther had killed was his father, and so much more.

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[mordred]

Mordred couldn't help but be amused with the reaction he'd received simply for speaking. Sure, he had only said two words his entire time in Camelot but, he'd spoken. It was quite nice to see the woman, he'd learnt that her name was Guinevère and she was a handmaiden to the lady Morgana. The woman seemed pleasant and that inspired him to talk more. He'd already been through so much in the city that he hadn't even known what to make of it. He and his mentor had been buying supplies and the shop keeper had betrayed them.

There was running. Lots of running, followed by hiding. An injury had been inflicted upon that time and he had fallen ill with fever. The lady Morgana, and the famous Emrys had helped nurse him back to health. Gwen had also helped as she was trusted by Morgana. It was pleasant to see that people would deny the laws of the king just for the fact that it was wrong. Not all magic was bad. It was personal. Magic was neutral, neither good nor bad, and it all depended on the person whom used it and what they used it for.

Nibbling on bits of meat and then on some bread after being promted to do so, he glanced over to the woman. Mordred gave her a small smile and then glanced away. ”Thank you very much. It was nice to have something to eat.” He said politely, despite the fact he hadn't eaten much at all, still just not having the appetite to do so.

Watching the woman carefully he noticed how her expressions betrayed what she was thinking. He could tell just by watching her that she was curious. Although, curiosity had apparently killed the cat, it made him curious. ”...What are you thinking about?” He inquired softly.