Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 19, 2019 20:18:09 GMT -5
Tag: for the love
OF CAMELOT
The hour was late and Arthur had just returned from another failed mission. Failed, because they had not yet found Morgana. His failure started in not being able to protect her, in letting Morgause take her. And now, each day that passed in which she was not found, continued that failure. Time was moving and the more than went by, the less the chance they had of finding her. But Arthur wouldn't give up. However, exhaustion was taking it's toll on him. He did not remain in the city for more than a day or so before venturing back out there. The fact that Cenred was getting bolder in sending men after them did not help. The small search parties were having to become larger ones just to ward off his attacks.
Once dismounting in the courtyard, Arthur handed off his horse, careful not to awaken too many who were now asleep. He was told his father was in his chambers and expected a full report. This, was the part Arthur hated most. Having to face his father to tell him that he had failed yet again. Arthur wished that he could return with the news that the king longed for: that Morgana was returned home, safe and sound. But today, would not be that day. Tonight, would be another sleepless one. Arthur pulled off his gloves as he made his way to the king's chambers.
He was running out of ways to tell his father. Running out of excuses. Pausing outside the door and took a slow breath and knocked, waiting another moment before entering. "Sire," he greeted, stepping inside, not bothering to freshen up or change out of his chainmail. He needed to tell his father right away. He could not be a coward about this. Closing the door behind him he took a couple of steps in the room and paused. There was no other way to say it. "I'm sorry." Arthur's head lowered, knowing, that in this moment, that was all he could say. That those two words . . . explained so much.
Once dismounting in the courtyard, Arthur handed off his horse, careful not to awaken too many who were now asleep. He was told his father was in his chambers and expected a full report. This, was the part Arthur hated most. Having to face his father to tell him that he had failed yet again. Arthur wished that he could return with the news that the king longed for: that Morgana was returned home, safe and sound. But today, would not be that day. Tonight, would be another sleepless one. Arthur pulled off his gloves as he made his way to the king's chambers.
He was running out of ways to tell his father. Running out of excuses. Pausing outside the door and took a slow breath and knocked, waiting another moment before entering. "Sire," he greeted, stepping inside, not bothering to freshen up or change out of his chainmail. He needed to tell his father right away. He could not be a coward about this. Closing the door behind him he took a couple of steps in the room and paused. There was no other way to say it. "I'm sorry." Arthur's head lowered, knowing, that in this moment, that was all he could say. That those two words . . . explained so much.
