‘far be it from me to gainsay what has already been decided, but can uriens truly be said to be a worthy match for your sister?’ half-sister? but semantics matter little to her in the greater scheme of things. to marry uriens will be to become a queen, but it will also mean she will be bound to the man for the entirety of her life and he is a stranger to her and his domain one she knows little of. 

‘would it not be better to wait and see if some other suitors might serve camelot’s interests better?’ marriage is inevitable for a woman of her position: the daughter of gorlois and igraine, and half-sister to camelot’s king, but she is of a mind to try and have some choice in the matter of her husband.

‘and what if uriens should wish me to dwell only at his court? would it not grieve you to be parted from your sister?’ morgan points out with a tone that is deftly light-hearted.

send me “♤” to hear three rumours about my muse, rumours may or may not be true. /// @arturiusrex

1. ❛ Dagonet is a dangerous madman who murdered his wife and the crown conspired to cover it up. ❜ This something NO ONE who was there believes, there is no logistical way he could have been the party responsible, he was at court when the event occurred and her blood was beginning to grow tacky when he found her. The rumor was likely created and spread by his former father-in-law, still bitter he married Annet without permission and irate Dagonet justifiably and legally killed his son. This rumor still circulates in other courts but it carries no weight in Camelot.

2. ❛ Dagonet is a prolific thief who steals from knights at tournaments while they are competing. ❜ It is strange that items seem to go missing during tournaments in Camelot. An ornately embroidered tunic here, a pretty pomander there. There is no proof that he is the party responsible. There is no proof that he is not the party responsible. It IS suspicious that it seems to only happen to foreign knights with strained relationships to the king and knights of the Round Table who have treated the fool rudely recently. No one has ever seen Dagonet leave the guest quarters, nor have they seen him with the items afterwards but the suspicion lingers.

she stood with a near unnatural stillness, more disheveled than she would have preferred to be for this meeting. there hadn't been time, though. sir lancelot had brought her as swiftly as they could push the horses. everything had been explained, and now she was left with arthur. she'd been so enchanted by him during their first meeting, but now her own sister had lied to him, tried to fool him. ' i'd like to apologize again, your majesty. not only for the actions of my countrymen, but for not being honest about my identity when we first met. this could have been avoided if i had simply given you my name. '

❝ You. ❞ The word echos off the barren trees like a clap of thunder, disturbing the winter calm of the forest and sending birds scattering from their cozy roosts. The huntsman is a MOUNTAIN OF A MAN with a voice to match, impressive frame appearing all the larger for the great fur cape about his shoulders. What a sight he is to behold, red hair whipping in the wind, cheeks florid from the cold. He stands in the tree line horseless and with his spear sheathed, appraising gaze fixed on the figure before him.

It is almost a funny thing, a man so commanding and large holding a little hound to his chest with the gentle firmness one might use when carrying a wriggling child. The dog seems unbothered by his shouting and his restraint, tail wagging happily, jowls stained with the delicious gralloch treat she had recently received. She nuzzles at his bearded chin with her dirty nose and he shifts his grip to scratch one of her perfect velvety ears.

         she’d heard the whispers. the court wasn’t exactly subtle, though she imagined very few of them had any desire to be. the exiled step-daughter, a sorceress in a court rapidly turning to christianity. another sister for the high king. she was no welcome here, an assumed enemy though she had made no move against camelot. ‘ i believe it is time i take my leave. ‘ she was trying to put it gently, that his court had become and unwelcoming place. 

@arturiusrex​ said: Darling, nothing is final until you’re dead and even then I’m sure God negotiates.

            surprise, followed by unfettered delight. “do you know, i think that is the closest i have ever heard you come to blasphemy,” she muses. the rest have all left them, leaving only king and queen alone in the room, lingering. and though she had risen from her chair to stand by a window, she returns to stand behind him, hands resting on his shoulders. thumbs press to the place where neck shoulders meet, press into the skin against the muscle beneath, massaging at the stress as though she can dissolve it with fingertips alone. her next words are quieter, though they are not soft. “i do not think the lady viviane intended to offend you. indeed, there was reason in some of her words that i believe you should consider.” her hands move, adding pressure to other places in his shoulders where any tension dwells. “....and if you truly believe god to negotiate upon our judgments, surely you have room to do so, do you not agree?” 

Q.     🍁 + i want you talk about kara and mordred!       from @arturiusrex​​

A.     * for the sake of this making some amount of sense, i am going to note that in kara’s lore, mordred refers to mordred mac loth, one of the six legitimate sons of king lot and queen morgawse of lothian. obviously this can be altered in practice, but it is generally my starting point.

kara and mordred have known each other practically since her birth. the friendship between their fathers is a long standing one, with a boyhood beginning, and separate kingdoms certainly did not prevent lot and caw from bringing up their families in intimate association. mordred is a few years older than kara, and between them they had seven siblings, all boys. as one of the youngest and only girl, kara was the adored one, and mordred did his fair share of doting.

as young children, kara more than a little idolised mordred, and he always seemed happy to indulge and delight the little girl ever trailing after him. but as they grew older, their friendship became a deep, genuine and affectionate bond. as kara’s time at dùn èideann increased, particularly after the destruction of her home and then the death of her parents, mordred became kara’s closest confidant and dearest friend. and when word is brought that her last brother has been killed by arthur, it is mordred who holds her as she cries.

falling in love was as natural as breathing. but pursuing a relationship with each other was not so simple. the loss of her family made kara guarded, not to mention angry. and a vicious sharpness comes with the responsibility to avenge them. mordred has a responsibility to his father and his kingdom, his brothers, and the obligation to tread a little more carefully when it comes to arthur pendragon.

kara knows that there are many reasons, and valid political ones at that, for mordred to follow his brothers to arthur’s court. not as only a representative and perhaps informant for lot, but also to ascertain whether arthur’s concept of empire might actually be of some use in the wake of the saxon threat to lothian (hint: it’s not). kara knows this. but it doesn’t change the fact that she hates it. they fight, with a knack for knowing just how to hurt each other too, and it gets fraught and difficult. but no matter what is said in the heat of the moment, or how right they think themselves, or how much distance there is between them, there is always forgiveness and understanding and solace at the end of it. there is a sense that they will always find their way back to each other against all odds.

and then they do. arthur’s persecution of magic and paganism is untenable, and his court is in chaos, and his rule is collapsing. lot dies, and mordred’s brothers, and he finds himself king of lothian and leader of the resistance against camelot. his disdain for arthur reaches breaking point. he returns to his kingdom, and to kara. finally they’re on the same page, fighting on the same side. camlann looming.