❦ 008-> accidental video/open to action for those in the new camelot house { canon updating }

[veneficus]

[ It starts with a scream.

Although you hear just the end of it, a pierce, hysteric cry as an image comes to life in this late hour of the night. The bracelet shows nothing; just a blurry image that turns out to be white silks and pale hands as they shakily try to pull it, almost violently, off.

It takes a moment, perhaps by now you will hear other voices as whomever it was that screamed, they were bound to wake people up. Still, pale hands pull, frustrated and panicked before the task is done and the bracelet is thrown to the other side of the bedroom.

After that, all you can hear is the sound of a jewelry box as it hits the floor, spilling necklaces, rings and hair ornaments everywhere.

Perhaps you can will notice an image of a girl, a soft whimper of no, no as she turns - black hair falling down her black and flees from her bedroom through a door into what could only be a bathroom.

A slam of said door and a click of a lock.

And then everything is silent. ]



[ ooc; and so, after a dream of more than a year in Camelot (!!), Morgana is now canon updated into mid 2x12, Fires of Idirsholas where everyone is sleeping, Morgana is partly responsible and nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Replies will come a few hours after this is broadcasted. ]

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[sworntovalor]

[He smiles, a little sheepishly, down at his coffee mug]

You do me honor, my lady. I have not yet earned the right to be called Sir.

[It seems like even she, who knows little of him, expects him to be what he has yet to become. It's a struggle, to compete against his own future self.]

[veneficus]

You saved us all, I do not forget. If one needs to do more to be deserving of such...well, I hope you shall find it. Some of the knights I've met were foolish pigs, they have not earned the right, noble jousters, nothing more.

You are different.

[sworntovalor]

[But he didn't, he didn't. It was Merlin, but he cannot say that. He shakes his head.]

All I did was my duty, no more.

[Title or no, his duty to the kingdom and Arthur will never change. His smile returns again at the last part; yes, he is different.]

I am lowborn. My life has probably been starkly different from theirs.

[veneficus]

Harder; but more sincere.

[ she smiles a bit. ]

We went to help Merlin's village once even though Uther forbade it. We rode to Ealdor and my time there...we have richness in our court. Jewels and silks but they are richer than us in certain terms. Nobility is false and lacking. The one nobles I ever truly loved were my late father and Arthur.

[sworntovalor]

[He listens, and the severity of that statement truly takes him by surprise. The only ones?]

They cannot all be so bad - the knights -

[The noblest men in the land, the ones he so desperately longed to join. He doesn't pursue the matter of the village, it brings back sad memories and his grip tightens the slightest bit around his mug.]

[veneficus]

Camelot's knights are at the very least noble and loyal, I shall say as much but - they follow Uther blindly even when his orders are hateful and spiteful. They cannot be anything but followers and for that, I think they fail. Their duty is for Camelot's people, even beyond their king. There was once a code of moral and valor but is is forgotten, sadly.

Arthur is different. He may be a prince which allows him more independence but it also binds him down with ropes of duty to his father. Still, he is much better than any man I've ever met. He will disobey his father if the situation calls for it.

And you - you helped us. Even when Uther had forbade it, your duty is to every man and woman in Camelot. I think that what makes a man worthy, knight or otherwise.

[sworntovalor]

[For a long moment he remains quiet, allowing her words to sink in.

It's not that he disagrees with her words - but the fact that they're her words - that the king's own ward should speak so harshly of him is difficult to comprehend.]

May I ask -- what orders you speak of? [Because they sound like specific things and it seems the most gentle way to go about this.]

[veneficus]

I speak of the killing of innocent people. Of they hunting and slaying of men and women and children just because they are born different. No one has the right to call them wicked. They have magic; but some of them are good and innocent and wish to live their lives in peace. Yet Uther sends his knights to hunt them down and bring them to execution and they do his bidding like the lap dogs they sometimes appear to be.

I cannot imagine how they can stand there watching him chop their head off, drown them or burn them and still call themselves knights. That age of gallantry is gone from our world, Lancelot. They enjoy defending some of Camelot's people while treating the others as nothing but prey.

Tell me, do you think it just?

[sworntovalor]

[He did not expect this from her, and it seems that once you get the Lady Morgana talking - you discover many interesting things. He shakes his head, he can answer this honestly even though it might be an unpopular opinion among the royalty he's so keen to impress. He is an honest man.]

No. I believe people should be measured according to their actions, not their abilities. A sword can strike the innocent, and it can rise to defend them. Magic can do the same.

[He will protect Merlin with his life.]

[veneficus]

And this makes you more of a knight than all of them put together, I should say. Arthur needs men like you.

[ no. ]

Camelot does. We have fallen to great darkness. Days in which Uther has his men chasing a boy around the city to hang him for being a Druid. No child should grow up in such fears.

I rest my hopes in Arthur and I believe in him. It is no secret that I love my brother truly and loyally; but I hope that he shall have men like you to assist him when his days as king are finally upon us.

[sworntovalor]

[How does he even begin to respond to that? There's a sudden bitterness in his mouth that has nothing to do with his coffee. Chasing innocent boys; that was the work of raiders, not knights. It seems he's yet much to learn of Camelot.

But no, under Arthur it will surely be different.]

I believe in him as well, and knight or not I will serve him until my last breath has left my body.

[veneficus]

Camelot and its king had stolen much from me, Lancelot. My father being the most important,

[ twice, even. Once Uther and then Gorlois. ]

I cannot lose Arthur. Camelot cannot lose Arthur. I trust you to protect he who I love most in this city.

[sworntovalor]

[He doesn't wholly understand what it that she's saying, since he never really heard her story, but the end hits him in a very personal nerve. He leaves his mag and his chair behind, rising to his feet only to go down on his knees before her, taking his hand in his and looking intently into her eyes.]

I vow to you, I will let no harm come to him. I will protect him with my life.

[veneficus]

I thank you, good sir. Good Lancelot. You have brought me some measure of peace that even these walls and this city could not provide me with.

[sworntovalor]

You have nothing to thank me for, my lady. It is my sworn duty.

[Of which he swore to himself, but it still counts.]

I am glad I could bring you peace.

[veneficus]

As do I; as it is usually not my share nor a luxury I enjoy.

Forgive me, I have burdened you so.

[ it was easier, being she was now in Camelot, natural. She did not have to pretend to be the girl she was here. Too easy. ]

[sworntovalor]

I will strive to change that.

[He shakes his head, still kneeling before her.]

No, not at all. This is the life I chose for myself, and I am proud of every service I am able to provide. There is nothing to forgive.

[veneficus]

Even so. I - your duty is to my brother.

[ not to her. She is Uther's bastard and she had brought disaster onto the people she loved in her idiocy. How she wishes to see Morgause again, she is not angry with the woman, no. She just wants to understand/

Suddenly, she looks like a different person. The outspoken woman disappears and replaced by the sad mixture of times and worlds that she has become. lonely, perhaps even scared. ]

I shall leave you.

[sworntovalor]

My duty is to Camelot - you said it yourself - Camelot is made of all of its citizens, you among them. If ever I can do anything for you - I urge you to tell me, I will be glad to do it.

[He doesn't know what else to say to her or what he did wrong to trigger this change, but he lets go of her hand, not wanting to cause her any discomfort.]

[veneficus]

[ for a moment, she seems close to tears again. She cannot be of Camelot, not after what she had done. She rises, attempting a smile; it comes off empty. ]

You can protect Arthur.

[ I could not. I had failed him. ]

And that would be enough. Thank you, Lancelot. I shall not forget the kindness you have shown me.

[ with that, she all but flees. She doesn't want to burden him with her tears. ]

[sworntovalor]

[He stays there alone on the floor, uncertain of what to do now. A part of him wants to follow her, but another knows he shouldn't. This isn't Merlin, they aren't friends. She is the lady of Camelot, and he is a future knight, to follow her would hurt her pride.

So he gets up and sits back down in his chair. He looks at his coffee before pushing it away, burying his head in his hands.

She gave him much to think about.]