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?"


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?"
Arthur beams. "I have!" He pushes back his blankets and pulls up the cuff of his trousers to show her.

"It looks pretty nasty doesn't it?"
Morgana stops looking at Uther entirely, to look at the wound.

"You'll have a better scar than the other pages when you get to be one. I won't have a scar at all," she tilts her head over a little to show the thin line that was the slight cut to the neck. It'll clearly vanish shortly.
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June 2011

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