Natural Enemy

[Vortigern]

-------What a wonderful waste of time this was. Vortigern despised such events... when they had nothing to do with him. Granted, Camelot was a good ally. As it was perhaps one of the strongest kingdoms in all of Albion. But it would only mean that a victory against it would shock the world and go down in the pages of history. Vortigern wanted Sorelia to be remembered as that victorious kingdom. But alas, Gildas had other plans. He had sent him here to honor the new king: King Arthur Pendragon. Bloody ceremony. Everyone was so happy and applauding for the new boy king. That was just it; he was just a boy. Even before he was king he was doing ridiculously idiotic things. Knighting common men... the horrid thought. And there were rumors that he had a whore about. Speaking of whores... Vortigern had noticed another familiar face. One that he had been hoping to avoid.

-------Not out of cowardice, but because of her evil ploys that he had not so easily forgotten. And then, having the audacity to come to his kingdom and be all charming to Gildas. As if that would have won him over... which it did. But Vortigern was just too stubborn and bitter to admit that. Ah yes. Lady Caitrin de Archer. Standing with another young man. Perhaps her latest victim. Poor fool must have fallen under her evil spell as well. For a kingdom that was diligent in its war with sorcery... surprising that they didn't manage to see a witch right here in this very hall. Maybe Vortigern would help spread that rumor. She was just Whore-A-Ble and deserved to be punished for her criminal acts. Criminal against him anyway. Vortigern's evil plotting mind took a rest when the ceremony was over and the festivities followed. Now, everyone was just mingling in the grand hall while the king was greeting his people. Ugh. The thought. Of him being among common folk.

-------Just showed what a grand weakness this was. He was now left here. Conversing with other royals, and avoiding the lesser of people, the mere nobles, as he tried to learn about as many kingdoms as he could. And see which ones were vulnerable and most profitable to strike. The room was crowded and people were too close to him. Their grimy skin and cheap quality clothing was brushing against his extravagant and expensive attire. He would have to burn this suit after today when it served its purpose. Getting elbowed by someone, accidental or not, Vortigern sharply turned his head to tell them off, when just in that moment, he had bumped into someone else. Causing his drink to spill. His head turned back forward to see which man had collided into him, because yes... it was always someone else's fault. And he immediately noticed his face. Lady Caitrin's boy toy. "Well what a perfectly good waste of wine," he stated in an agitated tone, clearly unimpressed with the man's lack of grace. Because Vortigern was never to blame for anything.

Tag: Griflet

[Griff Aubert]

It wasn't surprising how many people were at the feast - they were celebrating King Arthur's coronation after all. Caitrin had insisted on getting there early, neither of them had seen Arthur since the coronation - well, of course they'd seen him, who hadn't? But they hadn't had a chance to talk to him. She'd wanted to congratulate him while he stood their a tad awkwardly.

That all seemed like hours ago now that he was stood in a far too busy room trying to find someone he knew to talk to. His brother was off somewhere, probably with the other knights, and Caitrin had gone outside after saying she felt unwell. He had offered to go with her but she'd brushed him off and now he was just stood there. It was times like this when he thought he should probably try and be a more sociable person. Before he came to Camelot he was always making new acquaintances - mostly impressionable young woman who could easily be persuaded to share some food and a bed - but now he seemed to spend most of his time either on his own or with Lucan or Caitrin.

He was about to go in search of someone to introduce himself to when he felt someone collide into him. How convenient. And the first thing the man said was about wine...because he didn't get enough of this from Rouland. Luckily none of the wine had spilled onto him - this was a rather nice shirt and it would rather embarrassing having to walk around with a wine stain on it or leaving early because someone had thrown their drink at him. He couldn't be sure, but the man's tone seemed to be an accusatory one which to Griff made no sense because he'd just been stood there when this man had walked into him but as he hadn't suffered any damage - and when he wanted to make new acquaintances he had been preferring ones that wouldn't end up as enemies - he decided to just ignore said tone and apologise. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm sure it will be easy enough to find a servant and another glass."