The Web We Spin Aug 17, 2011 18:23:14 GMT -5
Post by Vortigern on Aug 17, 2011 18:23:14 GMT -5
-------Vortigern's conversation with his father replayed itself in his head, over and over again. "So you will go to Camelot, to meet King Uther and try to establish peace arrangements between us." As any obedient son, he complied. "Of course father." Something had told him that was not the end of it. "Was there anything else?" There had been a silent pause before his father had continued on. "I hear the Lady Morgana has not yet been committed to another." And there it was. "Please father! She is not even of royal blood!" Surely he could do better. "Come now my son. The Lady Morgana is dear to King Uther's heart; surely he is looking for a strong match." Vortigern didn't care. He was already picky as it was, and would settle for no one less in rank than him.
-------"She is not even of royal blood father. She is the daughter of a knight and noblewoman." That had been his argument, but he knew how this would end. "At least try and find out if King Uther is looking for a suitor for her. And see if she is to your liking. If she is, and she approves of you, then we will commence a more binding arrangement." Dear god his father was serious. And now he was here, in Camelot. The objective of this visit was to meet with Uther to speak of politics and establishing peace, but his father always had an ulterior motive in these situations. Vortigern was not defiant enough to deny his father's commands and so instead, would have to honor them. He was leaning against this, potential matrimony, but...he had promised to at least make an effort. The main purpose was to speak to Uther about peace, this was just something his father threw along with the visit; a 'might as well' kind of thing.
-------He had arrived in Camelot just a couple of days ago. Everyone was preparing for the five day festivities, but Vortigern had no interest in engaging himself in the various tournaments and competitions. He had made up the excuse that he had a battle injury that was acting up, and he did not want to aggravate it. It had been believable, and that was what brought him now to the grand hall this afternoon. Where noblewoman and elder noblemen, were all conversing among themselves while the knights and other future competitors were on the training field, practicing. He was dressed in his fine clothing, nothing less of expense and extravagance. For he was here to make a good impression. Thankfully, not all the invited royal and noble families had yet arrived for the celebrations so there was not an immensely large crowd. Which was why he knew now, with the king off tending to different matters of council and the prince of Camelot with the others on the training field, he would have the opportunity to speak to Lady Morgana, and honor his father's wishes.
-------His eyes searched the crowd, not taking long to find Morgana. He watched her for a moment as he took a sip of the wine that had been offered to him on a tray. His objection to this discreet arrangement had nothing to do with her lacking physical appeal. She was in actuality quite exquisite and rather beautiful. She even carried herself as a princess would. Hell, if he didn't actually know of her true rank he may even mistake her for royalty. But he knew the truth, and it was why he doubted this would ever work. Never the less, his father told him to try, and he would at least make an effort. Even if it was not to his full interest. He walked towards her, a confident stride until he was close enough to carry on a conversation with her. "My Lady Morgana. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more." He gave a bit of a nod, that could be considered a bow. Though he would never bow down to a woman who was technically lower in status than he was. He had very briefly met her when he had first arrived, but now, they would have more privacy.
Tag: Morgana LeFay