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Posted on February 5, 2014 at 05:08:41 AM by arthur
 “Ahhhh...” Arthur sighed as realisation flooded through him at the mention of the Russian deity. A flash of rage came to him, but the king forced it back and down; a thing best saved for later. He closed his eyes as he leaned forwards in his chair, the tips of his fingers joining against one another before finally moving to support his chin. “You would think I had wronged her more than she had wronged me,” the king thought out-loud, a wryness edging its way into his tone of voice, “it seems this particular ‘Goddess’ knows little about being magnanimous.” The Original Faeries were not Arthur’s Gods, the crucifix around his neck and rosary beads at his hip betrayed as much. His God was a far less human one. “Lorraine and I have a...history, Norah,” Arthur explained, leaning back in his seat once more as he extended one leg out in front of him, “and it is not a happy one. This recent scheme of hers, I believe, is probably intended as some kind revenge for our most recent run-in which very recently resulted in her house arrest. You might have noticed she is not the kind of woman to accept a punishment gracefully.” Sighing, the king held Norah’s eyes with his own again, “you are new here, you say, so I do not expect you to know our history. I am reluctant to deny her accusations outright, for who am I to judge myself? I will give you my answer, such that it is, and then you can decide what kind of king you make me.” “I have killed men, that much is true enough, on the battlefield in the defence of the beliefs and values of my people. There was another original, like Lorraine, and his name was Gwythr. He was a tyrant, much like the king of your homeland, my dear, and he made war upon the people of Shaman before I was crowned. He raped women and forced them to carry children in his quest to preserve his own kind. He was responsible for the death of the original who created this world, and he sought dominion over us. The people of Shaman, who were, and are, my friends, and good people, stood against him, but others stood with Gwythr, and there were battles. It is my duty as a king, Norah, to serve my people, to protect them, to defend their beliefs and liberties, and to help them to prosper. Every decision I have made here has been with these interests at heart. I swung my sword in the belief that I was doing what was right, and for the sake of my soul, I hope that is true. No doubt some of the men I killed were fathers, brothers, sons, and no doubt, they thought they were doing the right thing too; such is the way of war. I did not do it lightly, and I pray for them sometimes and hope that they have found peace. We are all flawed creatures, my dear; we can just strive to be the best version of ourselves, and that is what I have tried to do, and taught my son to do. How you judge me for it is up to you, but, for my part, I believe Lorraine’s accusations are mostly...what is the phrase? a case of the pot calling the kettle black?” The knock on the door cut Arthur off, and he smiled a little sadly at Norah before turning in his seat and calling “Enter!” Had the Captain located their mysterious intruder already, he wondered? Or was there more news of Lorraine creatures scuttling about the castle? The thought turned the king’s heart cold...if there were more of them then he wanted his son brought to him where he could keep a close watch on him. He was not about to lose another son to Lorraine. |
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