Post by Mordred Le Fey on Nov 28, 2017 17:45:25 GMT -5
"She doesn't give a shit, Tris." Mordred said quietly, leaning back in his chair and lighting another cigarette. "She made that very clear when I..." He stopped, his eyes flicking to Tristian and away again. No - he had gone nearly ten years without revealing that secret, he wasn't going to do it now. "When I was a kid. She never showed any interest in anything but my powers, and that wasn't about me. It was about what she could use me for." He shrugged, pulling an ashtray towards him from the other side of the table and tapping his cigarette into it.
He froze, staring at Tristian as he spoke. A frown appeared on his face as he tried to work out what Tristian was saying, what he meant by that throwaway comment. Sure, he knew his mother wanted him to be King, it was a poorly kept secret that she was dangerously envious of Arthur and everything he had, his power and his throne. If it wasn't for Caz she would probably have turned fully to the dark side a long time ago, embracing her dark magic and turning against Arthur and Gwen and Merlin and all of them. But Caz had kept her in the light, more or less, and she had become silently resigned to simply being a lady, to her children not being a prince and princess.
But that wasn't all that was giving Mordred pause. Tristian was the heir, he was crown prince and would be king one day. There was no doubt of that in anyone's mind, it was what he had been born to and trained for; it was his destiny. It what world would even the suggestion of Mordred becoming king have entered his mind? He took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, looking carefully at Tristian.
"Well, unless I do away with you somehow, I can't see how that's ever going to be a reality." He said slowly. "What are you talking about, Tris? What's the deal here?" He raised an eyebrow at him, pushing the packet of cigarettes towards him. "I know you don't, but you look like you could use one."
He froze, staring at Tristian as he spoke. A frown appeared on his face as he tried to work out what Tristian was saying, what he meant by that throwaway comment. Sure, he knew his mother wanted him to be King, it was a poorly kept secret that she was dangerously envious of Arthur and everything he had, his power and his throne. If it wasn't for Caz she would probably have turned fully to the dark side a long time ago, embracing her dark magic and turning against Arthur and Gwen and Merlin and all of them. But Caz had kept her in the light, more or less, and she had become silently resigned to simply being a lady, to her children not being a prince and princess.
But that wasn't all that was giving Mordred pause. Tristian was the heir, he was crown prince and would be king one day. There was no doubt of that in anyone's mind, it was what he had been born to and trained for; it was his destiny. It what world would even the suggestion of Mordred becoming king have entered his mind? He took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, looking carefully at Tristian.
"Well, unless I do away with you somehow, I can't see how that's ever going to be a reality." He said slowly. "What are you talking about, Tris? What's the deal here?" He raised an eyebrow at him, pushing the packet of cigarettes towards him. "I know you don't, but you look like you could use one."