My Own Worst Enemy [Arthur] Mar 27, 2011 10:30:43 GMT -5
Post by mysery on Mar 27, 2011 10:30:43 GMT -5
Humiliation. Utter and sheer humiliation wasn't something Morgana was accustomed to feeling. As a Lady, and, more notably though not exactly, the Lady of Camelot, Morgana was rarely somebody anyone went out of their way to humiliate or embarrass in any fashion. But it was a part of life and seemed to be something that not even she could avoid. Thus Morgana found herself sitting on her bed, crying, her legs curved up under her with the skirt of her dress splayed about and she was wringing her hands in the fabric like a nervous child.
She was neither a child, nor was she nervous. Morgana was upset and she absolutely hated it. Hated herself for feeling it, and hated just feeling it in general. So what, pray tell, had the lady so upset?
It had started a few days ago. A band of men had come to Camelot from the outer edges of the kingdom, all the noblemen's sons of course, to try their hand at becoming one of the Knights of Camelot. Morgana often went down with Gwen to see some of the training and testing Arthur put them through, and this time had been no exception.
There she had met the now knighted Sir Bowen. He'd been charming, kind, noble. Everything one would think a knight to be. Morgana had liked him from the start. Now she felt like a fool. Glancing at her vanity, Morgana felt more tears well up. Those flowers had been from Sir Bowen. Now they mocked her. Just like he had...
Down to the training ground she'd gone, sneakily, to watch, where she'd overheard Sir Bowen talking with Lord Nigan, one who hadnt suceeded in being knighted. Too.... soft was how Arthur had put it. What she'd overheard had had the Lady running back to her room, barely keeping from crying all the way.
She really was a fool for believing he could be what she thought...
Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1