As Mordred spoke she looked to her sister, knowing that the elder may share some of her feelings. Anyone her darling nephew chose to spend time with would undergo severe criticism from both her and the boy's mother. The best match would be a girl with the blood of royals, but this country was nothing but rabble and commoners.
"Good. There's more to life then being distracted by a nice pair of," she paused deliberately, "legs." She grinned and took her drink from the server. She sipped from it, setting it down and setting a small stone beside the cup. She still had some of her tricks, even if most of her power had lowered. Now, their conversation would not be overheard. No one would truly remember their words.
Smiling she set a piece of paper down, "he looks well."