king_of_fail: ([In the Beginning] Touched)

[In the Beginning] Raising Children - Harder Than Ruling a Kingdom

It's been almost a week since the attempted kidnapping of the King's son and ward and Uther has barely had time to check on them. There was the trail of the captured kidnapper and then having learned the group came from Cenred there were attempts to negoiate a manhunt with that kingdom's ruler. (The less said about that the better - the King of Cenred is, in Uther's opinion, a complete waste of space).

Gaius's prognosis was generally good, Arthur's leg wound wouldn't be permanently disabling and there was no sign of infection so far. As for Morgana, the concussion was cause for concern but she was also recovering well.

The two children had been sharing Arthur's room because Morgana thoroughly refused to be separated from the Prince. In fact, she screamed bloody murder if any attempt was made! Arthur was less vocal, but he obviously rather have Morgana with him than not. It was quite a surprise since the two of them had seemed to do nothing but fight otherwise. It had been rathe touching, not that Uther was going to let anyone know he thought that. It wouldn't do for a King to be seen as soft.

Today though, Morgana would be returning to her own room, since obviously the two couldn't stay in the same room forever. Unfortunately and not unusually Uther wasn't able to be there, but according to Gaius she'd made quite a scene.

Which was why he'd finally cleared some time in his busy day to go and see her and Arthur, difficult though it is for him to actually talk to people, especially those he cares for.

He opens her door, slowly, hesistantly. "Morgana?"

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Morgana, like any child, will never understand being removed from her home. She had a nurse, and other servants to take care of the place, though she doesn't realize how the administration of the estate would require trustees, and a great deal of oversight by the palace to make sure said trustees didn't rob the estate blind.

"No, he'd say I'm a baby if I go back now." It was a precarious balance for the pair. One that was broken when she was dragged out of the room. Morgana tries to hide what she does by lowering her head and using her hair to obscure her wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. It wouldn't do to have the King know how upset she is: anger is fine to show him but nit sadness.
Uther sighs and runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm sure he wouldn't." Although who knows...he has no idea what his children think most of the time.

"Can I...is there anything else I could do, to make you more comfortable here." He figured giving her the nicest chambers was a good start, but now he really wasn't sure at all.
Morgana would give him a look of disbelief over his comment about Arthur but she doesn't want him to see her tears. Instead, all he's going to get is a very familiar refrain, "I want to go home."

It's a contradiction to have been so upset about being separated from Arthur, only to ask fo further separation and be sent home. Although, Uther had better learn the girl is nothing if not contradictory.
Uther really wants to tear his hair out, but that's really not an option.

"I understand why you miss it," he begins slowly and with difficulty. "Tintangel was Gorlois's pride and joy, until you."

Saying that makes him feel a stab of a guilt.
Before coming to the city, everything in Morgana's life was a certainty. She was certain of her father's devotion, and certain of the routines and life at Tintagel. She was certain that her father was going to keep her away from court as much as possible, but still make sure she knew her manners. She was certain things were going to remain as such for a long time.

And then all of it changed and there is nothing of which she is certain.

As for Uther tearing his hair out, that would look a bit on the ridiculous side.

As for missing Tingtagel, there's a simpler reason. "It's my home. This isn't my home. You can't make it my home because you are not my father." At the moment, the only thing she finds tolerable is Arthur.
There's a long pause...a pause that seems heavy with meaning to Uther, but probably, hopefully not to Morgana.

"I'm not trying to replace your memories of home or your father, I assure you. If yo believing nothing else, believe that."
"You couldn't if you wanted to." Morgana reiterates. Any significance in the pause, will literally condemn him when he's older, but right now it passes

"My father wouldn't have let anyone take me. Never. He wouldn't think not far was all right." She finds another point if comparison to find Uther wanting, not knowing how truthful it is. There was only ever one attempt, during one of the rare trips to court with her father. The attempted abductors didn't make it near the tent in which she slept, nor did they make it before Uther for trial. It's likely Uther would know about the event, even though Morgana does not.

She has another accusation for him, something, unlike the pause, Morgana hasn't missed, "And I know how proud my father was of me. He told me all the time." It's said with the absolute confidence of a child secure in her parent's affection. "Arthur's not even sure you like him." She doesn't realize it, but at this point in her life it's what offends her most about the King. To realize this though, is beyond her 10 year old understanding.
In Uther's defence, Morgana would never have run away from her father. It made things somewhat easier for Gorlois.

Her remark about Arthur stings. It's completely untrue, but the thought of actually saying it infront of his son...

"Shall we go and see him?" He asks instead.
Morgana would never have dreamed running from Gorlois. One doesn't run from a happy life.

The offer to see Arthur, together, makes her confused, so she looks at him, head slightly tilted. "Now? You'll take me back now?" She's purposefully misunderstanding the offer.
Uther had hoped that Morgana would at least enjoy living in the castle. He always had.

"Why not? I'm sure he'll still be up." He tentatively offers her his hand to hold.
Morgana, like any child, wishes for home, whatever that home may be. She's also got a strong streak of stubbornness, enough so to reject the hand he offers to get to her feet on her own, quickly.

The problem is the severe concussion still has aftereffects, one of them being fizziness upon standing so quickly, which causes her to be unsure of foot on the pile of blankets.

In short, as much as she'll hate it, she's going to need some assistance, or else she's falling right back to the floor.
Uther is quick to provide a steadying hand and in a rare show of good parental sense doesn't make a big deal out of it.

In fact as soon as Morgana's steady on her feet he'll even let go of her hand, even though he would perfer to keep hold of it.
A very astute moment of parental insight, indeed! Though if he hadn't let go of her hand she would've pulled it away. He's behaving like an adult here. She is still very much a child.

Morgana's usual gait is purposeful, and quick, but given the dizziness and disconcertion that comes with it, she's slow, careful, and plodding on the trip back to Arthur's chambers. The only moment of quickness is the last few steps. She wants to be the one who knocks on the door. The view of the back of her head (given her hairstyle of three tight braids to keep her long hair out of the way) would given him a clear look at her still stitched wound. She's supposed to have the stitches pulled in a day or two.

"Arthur?" She says as she knocks.
Arthur had been in his chambers pouting, since with Morgana gone there was no-one to talk to, and he had got used to having her there.

The knock on the door grabs his attention though and then he hears Morgana. He can't get up yet, which is a worry, since he's sure she must have snuck out of her chambers.

"Come in!" He half-whispers, half-shouts.
Morgana, in complete defiance of royal protocol, not the last time she does it either, enters immediately, before the King. She'll make his way to Arthur's bed, in the slow way Arthur would be familiar with over the past week and crawls up beside him.

"You're father says he's sorry for having me dragged out," she means that as almost a compliment, but she doesn't consider the King's pride when she says it.
Arthur blinks in surprise and that's before he hears Morgana's remark!

Father saying he's sorry? That's never happened before!

"You can come back?"
Morgana's about to toss out yes. She's about to turn and look at Uther and challenge him to tell her she has to leave again. Instead, she pulls herself closer to Arthur and shrugs her shoulders. She's extremely politic about what she say next.

"I don't think I should until you're out of bed." But she forgets the King made a rather public decision, and she made a rather public display in defying it.
Well, Morgana might be treading lightly, btu Arthur's spurred by her standing up to his father.

"I think you should stay, it's really boring here all by myself."
Now Uther's being challenged by no one, but both children. Morgana, unwittingly sometimes but purposefully at others, will inspire that from Arthur.

She looks critically at his leg and then back to Uther. The momentary politic is now gone.
Uther is, of course, the King and more than accustomed to giving orders. But...he finds himself being less harsh than usual right now. It really had terrified him the possibility of losing either of them.

So he's prepared to be magnimous.

"I believe I was too hasty in my decision this morning."
Uther may or may not realize how close he was to losing wither or. If any of the other abductors had held Morgana, it's likely her throat would've been slit before being dropped.

One might have to forgive Morgana for looking rather confused. It's cognitive dissonance at its worst, as she's fairly certain that means he's admitted he made a mistake.

Therefore, clarification must be made. Just in case she is hearing things wrong, and she will be made to go back to her chambers of the night, she's very clear in saying. "I can stay here then? Until Arthur's better?" It's as much about her health as anything, as traipsing through the palace with her random bouts of dizziness might not be the best idea.
Uther is well aware that not every bandit would have attempt to bargain with a hostage's life.

Another reason he's backing down. He manages a small embarrassed smile. "Yes, you may, I'll inform the guards of the change in plans."

Arthur looks at him. "Right now? Aren't you going to stay with us?"
Morgana's willing to be a bit forgiving, and tolerant of what she otherwise sees as her de facto jailer, now that she's allowed to stay a bit longer with Arthur. When his leg is better -- when she is certain his leg is better, she won't fight being sent back to her chambers.

Still, there's a bit of judgment about being so quick to leave. He's only proving her earlier point about Arthur's uncertainty.

"You're leaving? Then why did you come to see me if you were just going to leave?"

Uther shuffles his feet a bit.

"Well, there's...I need to..." he gestures vaguely towards the door.

It's clear he has no idea.

Arthur looks at Morgana suitably confused.
Morgana spares a glance for Arthur, but she's going to watch Uther exit. If she looks slightly disappointed, it's because she's hiding a much bigger disappointment, for Arthur's sake.

There is a thought that she could distract Arthur somehow, and goes with a very traditional boy-friendly topic.

"Have you looked at your leg tonight? Do you think it'll leave a good battle scar?"
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June 2011

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