The Knight Starts Here

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn was not a stalker. Not at all. There were many, many, crimes he was guilty of but stalking was not one of them. His interest in a person never was so great that he would follow them around the world. But, he could not ignore this one piece of information that had led to something more. Through someone he met, he heard it rumored that the lady Morgana herself was in this very city. Lady Morgana. This peaked Vaughn's interest. For he had indeed heard of her, situation back in Camelot. Or the situation she put Camelot in rather. He had found it hilarious. A daughter, managing to overthrow her old man and his son. And Vaughn thought that he had had a dysfunctional family. In this case, the Pendragons seemed to take the cake.

So with this rumor, Vaughn had explored. The city he was currently located in was far from Camelot, and not everyone heard of what happened back in that kingdom. Some did, others didn't. That fact alone would work in his favor, as well as hers. For it would be easier to hide in a place that you were not instantly recognized in. The difficulty for Vaughn was that he could not use her name, for he was going along with the assumption that she was not using her real one. An assumption that could be wrong, but why waste time taking the risk. The one rumor had turned into a little scavenger hunt for the lady Morgana. He had been asking a couple of people, not enough to arouse suspicion.

Until his information led him to a singular inn. He had entered, the large boisterous crowd allowing him to easily blend in. Taverns were always a great place to instigate some trouble. While people were already idiots, give them a bit of drink and they became all the more stupider. But not tonight. Tonight, he would take a seat by himself, order a drink, and sit there, waiting for the Lady Morgana to enter. He had to ask the barkeeper if she had already entered, only needing to give a few coins to gain an answer. He had vaguely described her, to make it seem like he knew her. When it actuality, he had only seen her a couple of times during his days in Camelot. She would have to come this way to enter her room which was rumored to be upstairs in the inn part of this building. So he just sat at his table silently, waiting for her to come in.

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[mysery]

It was entirely unneccessary, the room Morgana kept in the local inn, but it alleviated susicion in a way living in the woods would not. Morgause and she were quite capable of remaining hidden and well disguised in the forests, but when they ventured into town, and they would have to eventually, they would arouse suspicion. Two women, both cloaked, who came and went into the town on odd occasions, inquiring about the kingom of Camelot and who may have magic? That would be better than a breadcrumb trail should Uther ever send scouts hunting for her and her sister.

The only task of the room however was that every now and then, Morgana would actually have to stay at the inn. She knew the crowds of the town stifled Morgause, a woman who was so used to the open space and peace of her own company, so Morgana was often the one to do so. Morgana was accustomed to people, to crowds, and was far more at ease with them. Today was yet another day, her second, which Morgana would spend in the town and perpetuate the idea that she was a normal, unassuming woman. None had recognised her, and that was exactly how she wanted it to remain.

Making her way to the inn as the sun finally set, Morgana pulled the cloak around her a little tighter. The nights had grown cool as of late, and for once she was thankful of the fire that warmed the inn as she entered it. The warmthh chased the chill from her bones as she pulled her hood down to reveal her dark hair, braided slightly unruly but kept back nonetheless.

The former lady didn't miss the way a few men glanced at her appreciatively, but none seemed foolish enough to approach her. Ah so word still lingered about the last man who had attempted to lay his hands on her. He had mysteriously decided to go swimming in the nearby river in the middle of the night. Oddly enough, as everyone knew, he couldnt swim and had sadly drowned. A shame, but Morgana hadn't had any trouble since.

The keep nodded as she approached. "Ah Miss Ana, what can I do for you this evening?" he inquired and Morgana handed over a few coins.

"For the next few days," she replied by way of explanation and he nodded, stowing the coins away.

"You enjoy your night then Miss," he finished, inclining his head for a moment before going to serve anoter person, leaving Morgana to herself.

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Setting: A village in Albion

Tiimeline: After Series 3

Tag: Vaughn Adeney

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

It was not difficult to notice Morgana's entrance. When she stepped inside, a few voices silenced and many heads turned in the direction of the door. She looked utterly out of place. She was not the kind of woman who usually graced such a setting. She may no longer have the title of noblewoman, but the way she carried herself, with a bit of a darker edge to her, would make her always seem like someone far above this crowd. Vaughn did not believe in equality; nor did he beleive in inequality. People were who they were, and after spending their entire upbringing acting a certain way, being taught of certain etiquette and mannerisms, that did not all suddenly vanish. But of course, the Lady Morgana did an excellent job in downplayin who she really was. The appeal in her only being natural. And as any man would naturally do, they stared. He heard a few murmers from the men near him. Vaughn's eyes locked on her, faintly hearing her being referred to as 'Lady Ana'.

He then allowed his eyes to scan the crowd, silently curious as to why no man approachd her. She was obvioulsy beyond a beauty most men here were not used to. So why did not man, in all his drunkeness, approch her? Curious indeed. There had to be a reason. But Vaughn was not curious enough to ask. He just watched her. She was alone and yet, still no man went to her. Vaughn set down his driink, rose from his seated position, and walked confidently up to her. Now it seemed the eyes were set on him as the chattering in the crowd picked up once again. He paused, standing directly behind her, and lowering his head a bit so that his lips would be near her ear. His words meant for her and only her as he spoke in this deep whispered tone. "Is it Ana that you are going by now?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice upon this self appointed name. "It is not nearly as beautiful as your real name," he added. Just for the fun of it.

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[mysery]

The dagger hidden inside her sleeve was more than enough to make Morgana feel secure in this place. Her magic was strong, strong enough to protect her from any attack, but the use of it would draw attention she did not need. So, when she sensed the presence of someone approaching her, Morgana's hand tightened just a fraction around the handle of her blade. Men really did not learn did they? He stopped behind her, and when he whispered in her ear, Morgana took a moment to try and puzzle the voice out. Was it someone she should fear? No, Arthur's voice was more lilting than this one. And he would have called her out far more obviously than this if it were her half brother. Hmm a mystery then.

The man knew her real name. Or at the very least, that the one she went by was not her true name. More reason for suspicion regarding him then. If he knew her true name, why did he not call it out? Why not expose her? Unless exposure was not his aim in approaching her. Tapping her nails against the wood surface of the bar two times, she turned in her place to face the stranger. A tall man, slightly taller than herself, but he bore not distinct colours marking him of Camelot. Perhaps not a soldier then, though he wore some kind of armor.

"Perhaps not," she replied smoothly. "However it is more practical. Then again, enough money can make the most beautiful of names disappear," the ex-lady added. She could have erased any name from the owner with enough coin, but it was easier to hide in plain sight, rather than be like a ghost. He knew who she was, there was no need to act a part. With that in mind, Morgana made sure to meet the mans eyes. She had been born and rasied a noble, as close to royalty as she could be since being denied her heritage, and, as such, she would look down for no-one.

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Setting: A village in Albion

Tiimeline: After Series 3

Tag: Vaughn Adeney