Author’s note: Sorry for vanishing for a week – for those of you who aren’t on the forums, I had a very bad week cumulating in a risky surgery for one of my cats. Then my other cat ended up needing surgery as well, almost right after. We’re hanging in there. Just keep swimming, right?
Anyway. Enjoy the continued snowfall! Sorry if the chapter is a bit lacking. I am trying very hard. 😅
Gawain looked at the pine tree that Gaheris had pointed out. It was a little smaller than the rest of them. The tree wouldn’t fit in the house, but Gawain was pretty sure that he could drag it into the garden.
“Well spotted, Gaheris,” Gawain nodded. “That looks like a good one.”
“Yeah! That one will look nice!”
Gareth didn’t seem to agree. He scoffed, placing his arms behind his head.
“Pfffft. It’s tiny.”
“Is not,” his brother replied.
“Is too. I want a bigger one.”
“Nuh-uh! A bigger one won’t fit in the house.”
“We’re not putting it in the house, stupid! We’re putting it in the garden!”
“Well, it still won’t fit!”
The two of them bickered over almost everything these days. It was starting to get old. Gawain quickly ended the argument, cutting both of them off.
“Gaheris is right, Gareth. A bigger sized tree won’t fit in the garden, either. We’re taking that one.”
“Fine,” his brother huffed, crossing his arms in protest. “But I’m putting on the topper this year!”
“Nuh-uh! You put it on last year! It’s my turn, Gareth!”
Gawain walked up to the tree, looking it up and down as he searched for the best place to start chopping. They did this every year. Gareth and Gaheris would pick out a tree, Gawain would chop it down, and they’d drag it down the hillside until they reached their house. It was a tradition. The would-be knight remembered doing the same with his father, back when he still had the strength to fell a tree.
And now the axe belonged to Gawain. He was determined to let his brothers have the same amount of fun that he’d had. Gawain took a deep breath, gripping the axe tightly as he raised it high above his head—
He slowly lowered the axe as a mossy, almost herbal scent drifted into his nostrils. Gawain blinked. The image of Eurydice suddenly surfaced in his mind, flitting into his thoughts like a stray butterfly. Gawain shook his head, trying to regain focus on the task in front of him—
And found that he couldn’t.
“Gawain? What are you doing?”
“I’m… not sure,” he muttered. Gawain looked up, carefully touching one of the pine leaves. He suddenly felt weirdly apprehensive of the axe in his hand. Like he wasn’t supposed to hold it. Like he was touching something bad – something unpleasant. It was a strange, alien feeling. Gawain couldn’t place it. He carefully took a step back, frowning in confusion.
“I think… I think we should leave it alone.”
“Huh? Why?” Gareth asked. Gawain tilted his head in response.
His brothers did not like that answer at all.
“That’s no fair!” Gareth yelled. “You said that we’d go get a Yule tree today, Gawain!”
“Yeah!” Gareth bellowed. “You’re not allowed to break promises, ever! You said that yourself!”
“I know I did, but-”
“But what?” Gaheris asked. With a worried look in his eyes, the boy glanced up at Gawain.
“Is it a bad tree? Is it going to come to life and attack us?”
“Trees can’t move, stupid,” Gareth scoffed at his brother.
“No, that’s not it,” Gawain replied. “It’s more like… a feeling. Like cutting it down would be bad.”
Gaheris cocked his head, looking up at his brother curiously.
“Like… the tree would feel sad?”
“But it’s a tree!” Gareth said, crossing his arms angrily. “Trees don’t get sad, Gawain! That’s dumb.”
Gawain couldn’t put his finger on it. But the more his brothers protested, the more convinced he became that he was doing the right thing. Something was different this year. Something important. Something that he’d learned in Murkwood. But he couldn’t explain it with logic.
“I don’t think it’s dumb,” he said, looking down on his brothers with a frown. “I can’t explain it, but… well. the tree lives here, doesn’t it? We would be taking it away from its home. That doesn’t feel right.”
“But… you said we’d have a festive tree,” Gaheris pouted. “I want a tree.”
“I know. But I wouldn’t want to take something from its home that doesn’t want to go. Not for Yule.”
“Think of it like… like it’s a family,” Gawain continued, trying to explain the strange feeling in his chest. “The trees here might be a family, like us. What if the castle said that I couldn’t be with you during Yule? Of if one of you was taken away? You wouldn’t want that, right?”
The boys frowned.
“It’s like that. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t think we should cut down a tree today. We’ll go back home and decorate something else instead, okay?”
“But… you promised we’d get a tree,” Gareth pouted. “I don’t want something else.”
Gawain knew his brothers well enough to know when they’d gotten their minds stuck on something. If he forced them to leave now, the two of them would pout all the way home. Gaheris would lose his appetite. About two hours from now, Gareth would end up having a temper tantrum over something completely unrelated. It wouldn’t be pretty. Gawain racked his brain, trying to come up with something else for them to focus on—
“Okay. I have an idea,” Gawain thought out loud. “Why don’t we leave something behind? It can still be our tree. We’ll mark it with something to show that it’s ours. But instead of taking it away with us, we’ll leave something here.”
“Like… like a present for the tree?” Gaheris asked.
“Yeah. Like that. How does that sound?”
“I think it’s stu-”
“I have a holly!” Gaheris yelled, cutting his brother off mid-sentence. His eyes were gleaming with enthusiasm.
“I picked it this morning. I was going to give it to mum, but I want to give it to the tree now. Can I leave that here?”
“That sounds great. What about you, Gareth? What do you have?”
The boy raised a single eyebrow at Gawain.
“Nothing. This is stupid.”
“…fine. I have some seeds. Maybe. But I still want to decorate and place the topper on something.”
“We can still do that,” Gawain smiled. “When we get back, you can place the topper-”
“And the balls.”
“And the balls-”
“And the guard snowman goes under my window tonight.”
“Nuh-uh! It’s my night for the snowman! That’s not fair, Gareth!”
“We’ll make two guard snowmen,” Gawain said, chuckling as he looked from one child to the other. “And I’ll share my Yule cookies with both of you this weekend. Deal?”
Guinevere sighed, shivering in the winter cold as she stepped outside. The difference between the frigid outdoors and the hot, bustling chaos that were the castle kitchens during Yule preparations was like night and day.
She was glad to have a breather. Guinevere and Sarah hadn’t been given a proper break in days. Sarah thrived on it. The more hectic the other servants became, the more gleeful pleasure she seemed to derive from one-upping them all.
But Guinevere wasn’t like that. She didn’t like pressure. She didn’t like competing with the other servants.
She hadn’t been able to get out of serving at any of the balls, either. Guinevere let out a sigh as she descended the stairs. The sooner Yule was over with, the better. Guinevere kept telling herself that she was fine with it. That it wasn’t her place. That she had no right to feel anything but acceptance towards what she saw on the ballroom floor.
“Oh, don’t lie. I’ve seen you look. You want to waltz around in a fancy gown, too, don’t you?”
Of course you can’t. You don’t even know how to waltz!
Shut up. Don’t tell her what she can and can’t do.
Can we turn the girl into a statue? I bet we can turn her into a statue.
Would she shatter it if she could?
Guinevere was so distracted by the cacaphony of voices in her head that she’d made it halfway around the corner before realising that something was wrong. Her body froze up. Guinevere blinked, looking down in confusion—
Despite her small frame, Guinevere was stronger than she looked. And the nearest tea parlor was not far away. By the time that Mithian fully regained her senses, the maidservant had comfortably placed her on the sofa.
“Are… are you okay, milady?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern.”
“Um… are you sure? You were… lying in the snow…”
Guinevere didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to help Mithian. She did not want to go anywhere near her. As she looked down on the Princess, a flood of conflicting emotions surged through her body. They twisted and tangled around each other, muddling her mind until the maidservant had no idea what she was feeling anymore.
She… disliked this person… didn’t she?
Yes. Yes, she did.
I don’t hate her.
“I do apologise for my… unsightly display,” Mithian muttered, breaking eye contact as she gently rubbed the top of her nose. “You were not supposed to see that. Please forget about it.”
“F-forget?” Guinevere repeated. “Um… M-milady, you were… unconscious on the ground…”
The Princess of Nemeth did not respond. She had to go and fetch Gaius, so he could take a look at her. But before Guinevere could excuse herself, Mithian spoke to her again, rooting her back into place.
“Yes. Forget it, please. It is… rather shameful. A princess’s health should not be this feeble.”
Mithian let out a small sigh, leaning back into the sofa.
“It is nothing of concern,” she explained softly. “They are spells of seasonal vertigo. They get to me when the temperature drops. They come back every year no matter what I try. I did not want anyone in Camelot to know about them. I have been managing it reasonably well so far, but… I guess I underestimated the weather today.”
“I… I see,“ Guinevere mumbled. “I, um, I should go get Gaius-“
The maidservant wasn’t well-versed in medicine. Beyond getting Mithian inside and out of the cold, there was nothing that she could do to help her. She needed a doctor. Guinevere had expected Mithian to agree with that. But as soon as she took a step towards the door, the Princess of Nemeth called her back.
“No, wait! Stop! Don’t- don’t get the physician. It is not needed, I promise.”
“Please,” she said, her voice sounding strangely desperate. ”Do not tell anyone. You must keep this quiet. Please. You can’t tell – if they find out that the future Queen is feeble, they will cast me out and force me to go back to Nemeth.”
The maidservant reacted on instinct, without thinking.
“What?! No!“ she gasped. “Arthur wouldn’t do that!”
“Of course not!” Guinevere replied. “A-Arthur is a good Prince. He’s kind and gentle and sweet and-”
“And… err… I mean…”
The maidservant knew that she had said too much. Guinevere’s reaction was inappropriate on five different levels. As she silently cursed her outburst, she could see the expression on Mithian’s face change. The maidservant braced herself for a scathing remark.
But that was not what happened. Slowly, the fear in Mithian’s eyes changed into something else. She could see a sliver of curiosity. The Princess of Nemeth slowly looked her up and down, raising a single eyebrow.
“What’s your name?”
“I see,” the Princess nodded. ”You have my sincere gratitude, Guinevere. You have been very kind to me, even though you had no reason to be. I did not expect to be given such a thing here. I’m… rather unused to it, to be frank.”
Guinevere looked away, unsure of what to do. Besides Arthur and Morgana, none of the nobles ever took note of her existence, let alone decide to talk to her. She didn’t know how to react. Guinevere was used to her efforts being ignored. She was used to being invisible. She awkwardly shuffled her feet, not knowing what to do with herself.
“…I’m just a servant, milady.”
Like a magnet, Guinevere’s gaze was drawn to the gleaming ring around Mithian’s finger. The sight of it made the knot in her stomach twist even further. Guinevere winced, trying to drown out the voices that echoed through her head.
I still think we should turn her to stone.
Why are you helping? You could have let her freeze to death in the snow.
She’s always helping. We always help. Didn’t you know that?
She only caught the tail end of her sentence. Trying to drown out the voices had drowned out everything else, instead. Guinevere blinked, looking down at Mithian in confusion.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I mean-I beg y-your pardon.”
She could see a faint smile appear on Mithian’s face. The noblewoman’s shoulders relaxed. When she spoke, her words had changed into a much more casual tone.
”It s all right. You’re sweet, Guinevere. I can tell. I’m glad that you’re the one that found me.”
“You… you are?” Guinevere asked, her insides tangling up into an even bigger knot of confusion. Mithian gave her a small nod, the smile on her lips widening.
“Yes. I’m quite happy that I get to talk to a girl my age. The servants I’ve been given are wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but… well, they’re all rather advanced in years. And Lady Morgana doesn’t seem to like me all that much.“
Mithian looked at the ground, fiddling with the sleeve of her dress.
“I’ve been feeling a bit lonely in the castle because of it,“ she admitted. “And, well… I know it’s not entirely appropriate, but…”
“I’m glad that I got to talk to you.”
“Okay, and now we put…”
“Not like that, dummy! It’s under the snow!”
“Like that, then?” Gareth asked, placing the holly in front of the seeds. Gaheris gave him an enthusiastic nod.
“Yeah! That looks nice.”
Curiously, the boy looked down on the little display.
“Do you think the squirrels will eat them?”
“Squirrels don’t eat seeds, stupid. They eat nuts. And berries. And snowmen.”
“They don’t eat snow!”
“Do too! Angmar said that he saw a squirrel fighting with a snowman!”
“Gareth, Angmar is blind,” Gawain chuckled.
“Oh. Right. Well, I still think he’s right.”
“If you say so. What do you say we go home and make those snowmen now?”
“Can we give him a hat?!” Gaheris asked excitedly.
“Of course. We’ll give him a good hat.”
“Can we make him hold your axe, too?” Gareth jumped in, glancing at the tool on his belt. Gawain frowned.
“…I’m not sure if that’s a good-”
“Oh! We should make him wear a helmet!”
“Yeah! C’mon! I want a helmet, and the axe, and a sword-”
“Hey! Careful! Gareth!”
“And a lance, and a shield, and a flag-”
“And a snow horse!”
“Yeah! Can you make a snow horse for us? Please?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
The silence in the library was disrupted by the soft, confident voice of Lancelot.
“I’ve thought about my life choices, my lady. Are you prepared? Knight to H4.”
“Tower to… G5,” she replied, without glancing up from her book. “Are you giving up your bishop, or your knight?”
“Neither. Knight to F5.”
“Pawn to C6. You left your knight hanging out.”
Morgana’s lips pulled into a small smile as she flipped the page of her book.
“Pay attention, Lancelot.”
“Always,” he replied. “Tower to G1.”
“Pawn takes your bishop.”
Lancelot let out a sound that was somewhere between a chuckle and a groan of frustration. Then, the future Duke fell silent. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought.
“This takes me back,” he eventually muttered. “My sister taught me how to play. We used it as a way of bonding when I was very little.”
That came as a surprise. Morgana had never heard him talk about his family. Lancelot had always been incredibly closed-off when it came to talking about himself. Curiously, Morgana tilted her head to look at him.
“I’ve never heard you talk about your sister.”
“Her name was Leliana,” he said, taking a seat next to her on the sofa. “She was a very gentle woman with an endless amount of patience. She needed it. As a young child, I was not very stable. Mentally.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t know how to deal with the unknown,” Lancelot explained. “I hated new places and despised any situation that I could not predict. My father – Lot – he kept me away from court because of it. I never attended until my early teens. Before that, I was barely able to function in society, let alone attend formal court.”
“I… didn’t know that.”
“I am not surprised,” Lancelot replied. ”Not many people did. Lot kept it under very tight wraps for over a decade. It took years to overcome- but my sister was an incredibly patient teacher. She taught me chess as a way of dealing with anxiety.”
”What do you mean?”
”Chess has rigid, clearly defined rules that never change, no matter what happens. Everything is predictable. Every move can be anticipated. The game became somewhat of a safe space because of it. It’s always worked to calm me down when I became overwhelmed.”
He turned towards her with a warm, nostalgic expression in his eyes that she had not seen before.
“These days, I do not need the game anymore,” he shrugged. ”But I’ve always had a fondness for chess because of it. Seeing how we’ve been playing for a couple of days now, I… wanted to share that.”
“Pawn to H4, by the way.”
“Tower to G6,” Morgana replied almost instantly. The surprise of being told something personal immediately made way for suspicion. Was he trying to distract her? If Lancelot thought that something like that would make her lose focus, then he could think again.
“Pawn to H5. Careful,” he added, confirming her suspicions as his mouth pulling into a smirk. Morgana raised a single eyebrow in response.
“You’re the one that lost his bishop. Tower to G5.”
But his words did leave an impact. Morgana couldn’t ignore them completely. In a way, they sounded oddly familiar. She remembered her own days of staring at a chessboard until she calmed down. Until she came up with strategies. They were similar in more ways than she had realised. Morgana looked at the ground, doubting if she should say anything.
“I… think I can relate,” she muttered eventually. “A little bit. It’s not the same, but the rules have helped me through the years, too. Though I don’t know if “helped” is the correct term.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dear Watcher, Morgana. You can’t use people like that. They are not pawns.“
“You are not a chess piece! Stop talking about yourself as if you are!”
“I… use them. Mostly around the castle. But in other places, too. I’ve only ever told this to my brother, but… it’s a lot easier to play games in court when you turn the people around you into chess pieces.”
“Yes,” she muttered softly. ”I have for years. It helps me disassociate. I can’t afford to let my guard down around people, so when we play at court, I just… stop seeing them as such. It’s easier that way. Even with people I care about. Especially with people I care about.”
“You’ve made Arthur into your King,” Lancelot replied, immediately understanding. Morgana gave him a single nod.
“Yes. I’ve done that with everyone over the years. It… helps. I have to manipulate the people around Arthur to keep him safe, and turning them into chess pieces makes it easier to do. It’s comforting, though it’s also… well…”
“Wait, is that why you insisted on bringing her along?! You can’t toy with people like that, Morgana!”
The sorceress let out a sigh.
“It used to be easy to step back out. See them as people again. But it’s slowly gotten harder to do. Sometimes I can’t really tell them apart.”
Her expression fell.
“I know that is disturbing.”
As the room fell into silence, Morgana knew that she had overshared. She had let her guard down too much. She’s shown a weakness, and one that would probably drive him away. Morgana bowed her head as Lancelot let out a sigh.
“Perhaps it is.”
“But I have done the same. Sometimes we have to use the tools we are given.”
“Incidentally, Queen to F3.”
“Oooh, clever,” Morgana smirked. “You almost trapped my tower. Knight to G8.”
“Bishop takes pawn, threatens Queen.”
“Pah. Tower to F6.”
“Knight to C3. You’ve developed nothing but your Queen,” Lancelot spoke, leaning back into the sofa. “Daring, but reckless. Do you really think you can win without support?”
A challenge. The slight smirk on her lips had grown into an all-out grin as Morgana put her game mask back on.
“Don’t get overconfident, Lancelot. You’re still one bishop down. Bishop to C5, by the way.”
“Ah. I will need to reconsider, my lady.”
For a moment, the sorceress looked at him in silence.
“Morgana,“ she said eventually. “Call me Morgana.”
For a moment, Lancelot seemed genuinely taken aback. He blinked, looking at her with clear hesitation. Then, that moment ended as she gave him a nod. A warm expression spread across his face, his lips pulling into a surprised smile.
The future Duke had a good smile. Open. Genuine.
She didn’t dislike it.
17 thoughts on “3.23 – Winter Respite, Part III”
Aww, Gawain didn’t cut down the tree for the dryad ;-; I like the way he explains it to his lil’ bros. Leaving an offering to the dryads or growing something in the tree’s place sounds like a good idea. Also Aww at Gwen complimenting Arthur like that in front of Mithian. Yeah it does kind of suck when someone else has something you want and like something’s been taken from you, but at least Gwen knows she doesn’t hate her deep down. ‘She’s always helping. We always help. Didn’t you know that?’ Yowch, attacked again XD Gwen deserves all the good things and I like that Mithian thanked her and didn’t expect anything like that. Eeee magic growing seeds! The dryad must be happy ^u^
I like Lance’s reasoning for why chess relaxes him. As well as it keeping one distracted from something else the rules are unchanging and there’s little fear of the unexpected. And then Morgana using it to create distance between herself and others and to aid her in trying to play the other nobles before they can try and do the same with her. Although Arthur was a bit off about it all, I think as I said before that level of distance is necessary. But I like seeing that little drop of boundaries there with Lance. It’s both Morgana and Arthur now that have shown their softer sides.
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I’ve always been of the opinion that it’s more important to give than to take, and you absolutely should not taking without giving something back.
Disliking someone because they have something/someone you can’t have but simultaneously being unable to -really- dislike them is confusing for sure. Haha, Guinevere’s scene seem to hit sensitive spots with you the most out of all my cast, it seems. Who knows? Maybe she will get all the good things from now on, or at least some of the good things. The story has another while to go before it’s done with her. 😊
Lance’s relationship with chess doesn’t come from me, but I have a friend that doesn’t handle stress well, but manages it by calming herself down with puzzles. She can even draw herself out of panic attacks with the right puzzle in front of her. I’ve always thought that’s amazing. Morgana’s way of disassociating from people is the other side of the coin and a little risky in the long run, but as you say, needed to survive in the castle. I’m having fun letting everyone take a breather and just focusing on the characters for a bit. Two more of those to go. 😊
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I’m such a dingbat sometimes, but I’m only now wondering about the voices in Guin’s head. I suppose it’s an honest excuse to say I’m easily distracted. Her becoming a sort of friendly with the princess of Nemeth is an interesting twist, and I’m kind of plotting what moves you’re about to make. Hah! Now who’s thinking chess? I stink at chess, though. (too easily distracted)
And I’m loving me some Morgancelot. Is that the right ship name? Lol I said ‘ship name’ the other day, and my 13 year old laughed at me. *shrug*
I don’t spend a whole bunch of time on the forums except to update that I had an update, kinda crappy of me but there ya go. Poor kitties! I hope they get better soon! Cats are meant to run and play and climb the doorframes. (what-yours don’t do that regularly? my latest kitteh is shocking me with how he’ll do that) Anyway, cats were meant to lie in the sun and play, not recover from surgeries. Hopefully, they’ll be back to normal soon.
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Lol, I love the word dingbat. Am stealing that one. It’s mine now. You can’t have it back. 🤭 Haha, would you believe me if I said that I didn’t know how to play chess? I have no clue how the game works. Every move that Lancelot and Morgana make is lifted from a famous chess game (which I won’t name just yet, because then you’ll know how it ends, lol). Guin’s voices have been shown before, but there’s always things going on so they haven’t really been a focal point yet. Eh. How harmful can voices in your head be?
All aboard the Morgancelot!
I wholeheartedly agree. Luckily they’re doing a lot better. One is completely back to normal, with only a scar and bald patch on his belly that needs to re-grow fur, and the other is taking a bit longer but also recovering. I think I’ll pair the next chapter with some cat spam on the forums. Your latest kitty sounds like a born adventurer and mischief-maker 😁
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Who am I to say you can’t use it? Lol. It’s not mine. I can’t remember where the first time I heard it was. 🙂
OH. Well, there are a few famous chess games, and I wonder which one it is. I won’t really try to figure it out because I don’t want spoilers.
I’m glad they’re doing better. Yay for cat spam! I’m such a cat person. Our latest looks like a Siamese. My son was working at a home improvement warehouse, and a litter of kittens came crawling out from under some lumber. No idea what happened to mama, but she vanished, either on the back of a truck (I hope not in one like a tractor trailer kind of deal) or was always hiding. Anyway, the babies were trying to get into the store proper. My son begged me to keep one, so there we go. (dammit. another long story.) Anyway, he’s a handful.
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Oooh now I really want to see pictures of yours. That sounds so sad, they might have lost their mama there 😢 what happened to the other kittens? Did they get rehomed somewhere?
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It is really sad, so I try not to think about it. Either mama was really gone, or we/they were stupid and should’ve left the kittens alone. But that’s not what happened. One coworker took all 4 home since his girlfriend was used to fostering tiny kittens. We adopted our baby pretty quickly, and other friends of the coworker adopted the others with the coworker keeping one. (They wanted to keep Oliver, but too bad! 🙂 ) here are pics. I tried to find the one we had of the whole litter, but I think that’s only on. my son’s phone. https://i.imgur.com/WD6HTSQ.jpg https://i.imgur.com/1GfXNSf.jpg first is baby pic second is closer to now. He was the only one who looked Siamese. The others were gray, and I think one was a gray tabby.
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Nawwww oliver looks adorable! Both as a kitten and as an adult cat 🥰 Your coworker’s girlfriend sounds like an amazing person. I’m glad to hear that they all found homes 😊
Mine are former strays, too. They lost their mother to a feral dog when they were very little and found their way to me when they were little under a year old. I am very attached to both. 🥰 https://i.imgur.com/8de01K4.jpg
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Oh how precious! I’ve never had a pure white cat before. I’m so glad providence brought them home to you. 💛
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Okay, I am reading and restraining myself from commenting so I can finally catch up but OGMOSGJWIHIEsv hiuhibuhdisuckvndhh
My heart was not ready for this.
Lancelot + Morgana FOREVER
(Also, Guinivere, what is going on with you!?!?!?!?)
(I know this was a while back but I hope your kitty is doing okay now)
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Guinevere? Nothing is going on there, naturally. Nope. Not a thing. Everything is fine. 😇 Lancelot and Morgana have a very interesting relationship that I’ve been waiting to dig into. All of them are starting to twist around each other, actually. You’ll see what I mean later.
Yes! Both of them recovered nicely and are back to their usual mischievous selves. They do have an ever bigger dislike of not being near each other and/or away from me, though. Even more cuddly, they are.
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Aww, he couldn’t cut down the tree. Eurydyce left a lasting impression. I wonder what sprouted there from their gift. Holly and seeds and a hint of magical gratitude… hm. I suppose we’ll find out in the spring.
Gwen and Mithian sure are an unlikely duo to get talking. Hmm, Gwen’s voices weren’t like this before, were they? At least one of them seems to be getting progressively darker. I seem to remember them being mostly self-deprecating before, rather than actually thinking hostile thoughts again someone else, but now that I think about it, I’m not so sure. Although having some of these thoughts makes Gwen more human to me. Nobody can be all sugar all the time.
Oof, look at Lancelot and Morgana opening up to each other and bonding, with those prolonged shared looks… is it hot in here? Here I was thinking it was winter, haha.
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My goodness you binged the entire remainder just now didn’t you? On the bright side, this means it’s binge-worthy, yay! On the flipside… now I have nothing else to offer you until, like, 2-3 weeks from now 🤣
Eurydice did leave a lasting impression. To be fair, it would be hard not to be fazed by a glowing Dyrad that casually decides to kiss you. Or maybe that’s just me. 😆
Guinevere’s voices have reacted to her surroundings in different ways before, but all of them being this blatantly hostile is rare, yes. They’ve only done that once before.
In Winter you need al the heat you can get, no? 🤭
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Poor Mithian… I feel like she’s a prisoner with “golden cuffs.” Even though Guinevere envies the affection that Arthur shows Mithian in public, Mithian basically has nothing (no friends, no family that cares about her, no home, questionable health…). She’s a prop that no one really pays attention to. Because she’s a princess, it’s kind of easy to forget how awful her life is (assuming that she’s not hiding an evil side).
Lancelot is my favorite. BUT I like Morgana with Gawain or even Emrys/Merlin. Morgana cannot corrupt Gawain. I imagine that Gawain can bounce back from anything, but Lancelot feels differently. He’s giving so much of himself to her and she’s opening up a little bit, but on a fundamental level, she’s not kind.
I hope your cats are much better!
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Sometimes a life of privilege is very much a gilded bird cage. A prop is about right – she’s being treated like a pawn on the chess board, and nothing more, by virtually everyone at this point.
Morgana corrupting people, huh? Gawain is the purest cinnamon roll in the entire story, but does that make him harder to manipulate, or easier?
Yay! Another one on the tally for Lancelot! I really should make a poll sometime and see who is the favourite at this point. Lancelot does give a lot of himself, yes. His kindness comes from hurt and trauma that still lingers in his heart.
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I’m sure being sweet probably makes Gawain easier to manipulate in general, but I’m okay with that 😮 , because I don’t see him losing his sweetness even if he is tricked. It is meaner to me to mess with Lancelot partly because doing so seems like it would take much more intentional effort and craftiness/deviousness too.
I like and am entertained by *all* of your characters, but for information’s sake… Arthur was leading for a while as a child (pre-Guinevere), but I switched almost as soon as Lancelot showed up.
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Oooh, that is true. Tricking Lancelot would take much more effort than tricking Gawain and would be very intentional. Morgana has tricked people for most of her life though, in one way or another. Learned habits are very very hard to break.
Your comment made me think of all my cast members around the table, placing bets on who would come out on top. I have to do this now. It’s filler-poll time. 🤣