New Faces [Lancelot] Jun 28, 2011 11:51:13 GMT -5
Post by mysery on Jun 28, 2011 11:51:13 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]The celebration, though hastily put together, was elaborate. Perhaps not as refined and elaborate as the celebrations held by Camelot for political reasons to curry favour or for someone to pay respect to the kingdom, but impressive and jovial nonetheless. And why shouldn't it be, Morgana considered. They were welcoming a new addition to the Knights of Camelot, one that had, according her to very reliable sources, dropped the royal Prince Arthur on his royal backside in that one minute of combat he subjected all the new recruits to in order to assess their worthiness. Personally Morgana was annoyed she missed it, seeing Arthur getting knocked on his behind never got old, but she had resolved that she needed to meet the one that had done it. Even if it was only to thank him.
Regardless of that resolve, Morgana would be present at the celebration just as she had been for the knighting itself. Without a Queen, or even a Princess, Camelot had no first Lady to stand up at these occassions. Being Uther's ward meant Morgana was as close to either of those as the kingdom had, and, as such, it was her responsibility to fill that role until someone else came along to do so. No matter what skewed ideas Uther may harbor, she was never going to be that person. Uther was unlikely to remarry, so it was left to Arthur's Queen. She could never be that, nor would she want to be. Arthur was like a brother to her, they had been raised together. It would be....awkward to say the least and, knowing Arthur, they'd both rather live in the stocks than go through with that.
But until that time, it was her duty, and Morgana lifted the goblet in her hand to her lips as she surveyed the gathered crowd. She'd seen snatches of Arthur and Uther amongst the group every now and then, but neither of them was her target at the moment. The knight, Sir Lancelot, was her quarry.
Finally spotting him off to the side, Morgana took one last drink of the liquid before she put the goblet aside and weaved her way through the people to approach him. Lancelot was attractive, some of the knights were, but Morgana knew she intimidated a lot of the knights and they were frightened of her. She liked to think it was herself alone, but she wasn't a fool. The knowledge that anyone who messed with her would be thorougly dealt with by both the King and Prince meant the ones she didnt scare off generally ran for the hills at that obstacle. Bringing herself back to the present, she finally reached Camelot's newest knight.
"Congratulations are in order tonight Sir Lancelot," she said with a genuine smile. "Welcome to the Knights of Camelot."
Setting: Camelot Castle - The Great Hall
Timeline: During the Celebration in 'Lancelot'