A Bond of Brothers Oct 22, 2012 18:07:47 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Oct 22, 2012 18:07:47 GMT -5
Arthur made his way onto the training field, clad in his appropriate attire for the occasion. With all that was happening in Camelot, he'd not had the opportunity to do this . . . and it was something he placed great importance to. With their newest addition to the Camelot army, Arthur wanted to spend this time with Mordred to help speeden his training. But not only that, he wished to get to know the young knight. After not having seen him for so many years, and really not knowing a great deal about him . . . Arthur knew that training would be the perfect chance to rectify this. He had knighted him based on his heroic actions; ones that clearly displayed that he too was a man of strong character and strength of heart. One who deserved to be part of an army filled with men like this. Of course there were a select few that Arthur was particularly fond of, and now, Mordred would be among them.
That was the personal aspect of the training session. The more political side of it was that he had no idea what Mordred's skills with a sword were -- or even if he had any. He trained his men vigorously for it was imperative that they possess strong skills in combat. And he wished to ensure that Mordred was able to meet these standards so that he could properly defend himself in battle. He had proved his strength in character now it was able his strength in swordsmanship. So this early morning was to be focused on the young knight. On getting him up to speed, on seeing what he had to offer as a warrior, not just a brother in arms. While Arthur knew the controversy surrounding this, he did not let it influence his decision. Despite what some of the more traditional councilmen said, and despite . . . what his own father said. There were certain choices that Arthur made that he would forever stand by, and this was one of them. This, along with the existence of the round table and along with marrying Guinevère.
He had his moment of doubt, but in the end . . . he did not let it cloud his judgment. He had done so for far too long and even while he had tried to do much to bring peace and prosperity to the kingdom, for the first time in his life, he felt like a strong and confident leader. He had always admired his father, yet now he knew how radically different he was from him. And for once, he saw this as a strength, not a weakness. His father ruled in solitude, with people fearing his every word. Arthur ruled surrounded by people he loved and who he knew loved him. That, was what made him stronger and a better king. So no. He would never believe that what he did was wrong. He knew in his heart it was right. And it was time that he became his own man, rather than try and wonder what his father would think. He knew Uther's thoughts of him, and they were no longer relevant. Arthur forced these thoughts out of his mind, not wanting any distractions. This morning was about Mordred . . . not about Arthur's own troubles. So he stood, a sword in hand, awaiting his newest student.Setting: The training field
Time of Day: Early morning
Timeline: After The Death Song of Uther Pendragon
Tag: Sir Mordred