Goodbye, So Soon?

[Vortigern]

-------Vortigern was going to have to have a chat with his father. He sent him to Camelot, as he always did, to continue negotiations of peace. Only this time, so much had changed. The King was no longer king, it was his son who had taken over. He had apparently, knighted men of non noble blood. And worst of all, he had selected a queen who once was a servant. Vortigern felt nauseous from this very idea. Since when were servants and peasants suddenly high on the social ladder? Since when was it acceptable to put these people in such prestigious positions. And his father wanted to make this kingdom their allies? When Vortigern was king, he would never for a second consider making such a place his allies, for they were weak. And quite frankly, he could not wait to get out of this hell hole and return home.

-------Something that had been greatly delayed, though not of choice. He was waiting for Arthur, King Arthur [apparently] to come bid him farewell. But, Vortigern had been waiting for over an hour. They had established a time to meet, and now Vortigern was in the grand hall, alone. Annoyed by the king's complete disregard. If he did not come in the next few minutes, Vortigern would most certainly go search for him and demand what had occupied his time. What was so much more important than keeping to your word and honoring a fellow Prince. Ohh, big man; now that he was king perhaps his ego had grown and he did not feel Vortigern was worthy of a king's time. This very thought infuriated the young prince. It was why he was determined to wait, his stubbornness fueling his ability to remain in this room until Arthur arrived.

-------He made himself quite comfortable too, sitting in the throne. May as well since they were clearly lacking a king right now. How was it that a kingdom had two kings that were alive, and yet both were utterly useless. This should certainly be recorded in history. Camelot, the most incapable kingdom of them all. Sitting in the chair, in a large room alone, the sound of footsteps hurriedly approaching were very easy to hear for even behind closed doors, they echoed in the otherwise silent room. Vortigern straightened himself, his eyes fixated on the doors. Waiting for whoever it was to enter and give him an explanation. And it had better be one hell of an explanation at that.

Tag: Guinevère

[Guinevère]

One does not say Ta-ta, to a prince. One does not say ta-ta to a prince. How did one say good bye to a prince? Good bye. Safe journey? Come back soon? Shall I have your horse brought around? NO! Servants said things like that. Or did she ask a stable boy to do it? Oh bother! She was a servant! She should just have someone else do this! Guinevère hurried down the steps and came to a rest by the room, pausing there to put her hand on her belly. Ok, here we go!

Before she could push the room open a hand came to rest on her elbow and she looked back at Gaius with surprise. He shook his head no. No? Oh! The door! Gaius had been the one to tell her that SOMEONE needed to give a farewell to the prince--(FAREWELL! That was a good way to say it!)--and that someone had to be her since Arthur was . . . . . Wait! Farewell sounded permainat?! Wasn't that a bit forever sounding?

She felt Gaius pull her back a few feet so the door could be opened and she could make an entrance walking in. She gave him a soft smile, and he gave her a comforting smile. She turned to look a the guard that was standing there and waited. And waited. 'You have to start walking', Gaius suggested and Guinevère took a few steps forward and the guard opened the door for her and she walked in with what she was hoped was grace. A smile on her lips.

However she only made it a few steps before she stopped short and looked at him with a disapproving surprise. She didn't move from there and simply waited for him to get out of ARTHUR'S throne! Being the door had not shut behind her, she assumed the gaurd was there and was waiting for an order of some sort. Guinevère wasn't about to ask to be felt alone--but she wished she was bold enough to demand the prince move out of the seat he had no RIGHT to be in!

[Vortigern]

-------When Vortigern saw who had entered through the doors... he was less than pleased. He had been expecting at the very least, a knight to tell him of what the king's status was. And that alone was barley acceptable for it should be Arthur himself that comes here. Vortigern was a prince and he expected no one of lower status to be in his company about something as important as his departure. Especially not a servant. Correction: queen... apparently. The whole notion of a servant becoming queen was horrendous. Vortigern thought it bad enough for a royal to marry a noble but this... was a whole new level of disturbing. She must be very crafty; very manipulative to allow herself to move so high on the social ladder. And Arthur must be horribly naive to allow a woman to take advantage of him in such a way. It hardly surprised Vortigern. After all, everyone knew the story of 'Prince Arthur and Lady Vivian'.

-------Seeing her enter did not force him to stand. He owed her no sign of respect. It was bad enough that his father wanted to have Camelot as their allies. What kind of kingdom were they allying themselves with? The best way to gain them is through political unions, of marriage. And they were going to be attached to a kingdom where the woman brought nothing, except whatever pleasures she provided the king in the bedroom since that really could be the only thing he benefited from in this... relationship of theirs. His eyes slightly narrowed; his gaze a subtle glare. She was just standing there. She should come to him. Just because she was going to be 'queen', though Vortigern hardly believed she could call herself this, did not mean that she should forget where she came from. She would always be inferior to him. She would always be of less rank.

-------Though he did not move, he spoke. To break the ridiculous silence. "Well?" He commanded, his voice displaying clear signs of irritation. "Where is he?" He demanded. And surely, she knew who he was referring to. They sent not only a woman, but a servant! The nerve of these people! If this was some sort of preposterous tradition in Camelot, then Vortigern wanted no part of it. But he still demand that Arthur come and greet him farewell properly. For Vortigern had a strong inkling that this would be his last visit to Camelot for some time.

[Guinevère]

Odd how in one second everything changed. She had not met the prince before personally, but she had not thought that anyone could be so rude in just a few seconds! Not only did he not stand he stayed in ARTHUR'S CHAIR! Arthur was king now and this man--this bully prince--had no right to sit in it! Uther had even lost that right! How dare he!!

Guinevère's face held the disapproval and even the hint of anger as she did not move from her spot and waited for him to move! She knew the guard behind her seemed to feel the awkwardness because he shifted--though from the sight of this prince in the king's chair or from her refusal to move while he was she did not know!

Finally the beast of a man spoke and his words made her feel two inches tall and she wanted to run. Only she knew there was no one to run too. Merlin held no authority, the knights were on the look out, Arthur was . . . ---And Uther was beyond not well! Her eye brows rose with his words and her mouth almost drop all the way to the floor. How dare he! Even if she was a servant she deserved something better. She closed her mouth and her chin came up an inch, as she folded her hands behind her to wait until he arose and moved out of the KING'S chair before she spoke--not that she even know what to say! Or how to say it! . . . . Or if she was bold enough to say it.

[Vortigern]

-------Why was she just staring at him like that. Did she have no tongue? Were they having some sort of ridiculous staring contest? Vortigern was far above these things. Besides, this was just a clear display of how unintelligent those of the lower class were. How could Camelot possibly accept such a queen who only stared at a prince. What was this, some sort of challenge as to who was more stubborn? Vortigern was stubborn but he was also impatient. He was not blind to her expression, though he obviously felt she had no right to be disapproving when she was a servant elevated to future royalty. "Can you not speak?" He questioned, obviously sarcastically for he knew she could. Right now, she was wasting his time.

-------"You are in the presence of royalty, so you will answer my question." Would she assert her authority; her newly attained rank? Would she tell him she was queen of this realm and therefore, she too demanded respect? Vortigern did not know what kind of woman she was. Nor did he want to know. He had come here to speak to the true king... whichever one that was. Hell, Lady Morgana would even make a better queen that this meek little servant. It was just appalling how Camelot could make themselves so weak. But in the future, it would work in Vortigern's advantage for should he pick a kingdom to invade, perhaps he would select the one with a peasant queen and peasant knights.