Regina Blomgren ♕ Morgause (rundesirerun) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-09-29 03:03:00 |
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thirty.
The hour was late yet she felt alert enough to handle some work that her brother-in-law had passed over to her. Though well-provided for, Morgause still liked the feeling of being useful and being able to contribute. When it mattered it kept her mind busy, away from thoughts of Arthur who had not shown and of his wife that she felt should show so she could strangle that regal, adulterous neck. And she wasn't above slapping Arthur on the back of the head for his absolute blindness when it came to his marriage. Camelot was important but really now.
Morgause knew that she was being a hypocrite with her sister-in-law considering just how Mordred came to be. Her feelings for Lot were very personal, bouncing sharply from high and low. She wouldn't unravel him before her children (yes, Mordred included), she wasn't that sort of woman but she knew he had not been a flawless man. Yet a small part of her even knew that he didn't deserve the blame for her actions. Only she could carry the fault for having had a brief affair that had horrified her much later when certain details came to light. Such fools they all were, the former queen thought, her pen having not have moved for a good few minutes.
Sending her mistress felt some form of sadness, Valentina, with all the grace she could muster, would offer a very wet but affection-filled lick along the length of Morgause's forearm. An action good enough to jar her from her thoughts and resume her work, deciding the past should only be a problem should someone show.