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?"


Morgana's in a foul temper. Like most children, Arthur and Morgana can fight like cats and dogs, until someone threatens to take the other away. Then the animals turn on the person trying to separate them.

In her temper, she's torn apart her bed. The wreckage of the blankets are on the floor and the destroyer is seated atop them.

Morgana took being moved back to her chambers in the worst way possible. There's a guard with a scratch to show for it. Perhaps if Gaius had been near, he might've called an end to it, as her head wound's still healing, and the thrashing about and upset isn't the best thing for her concussion either. She's been told to stay calm and take things easy for at least two weeks.

Her room is evidence that she's been anything but calm and taking things easy, as is her voice. "What, Your Majesty?" She makes the latter part of that sound like the most offensive phrase ever. The guard in question, the one with the scratch, made it quite clear he'd been told by the King to move her back to her chambers.

Though, frankly, if the guard had a brain in his head, he would've realized he should've backed off. For the second time in a week, Morgana's found herself forcibly carried somewhere.
Fortunately for the hapless guard in question, he's dismissed by his King with a nod and practically runs from the roo,/

Uther clears his throat and steps closer. "I see you've been busy," he nudges some of the blankets.
She looks up at him from atop the blankets. She still has a fairly noticeable bruise on her face from when she was hit, but she doesn't look pitiful. No, with the set jaw, and angry eyes, she looks very tough, as tough as any of his knights, and far tougher than most of the poor excuses for guards.

"Why'd I have to leave Arthur? I didn't want to leave Arthur."
Uther sighs, he suppose it's a good enough question.

"You two can hardly share the same room forever," he finally says, shaking his head. "You're both too old for that."
"But he is not right yet," neither is she. "I should have stayed until he was well."

Still perched on her pile of blankets, Morgana will not make a move to start cleaning up the mess she's made.
"You are still able to visit him, I'm not confining you to your chambers."

Though he believes he'd probably should. Still, he doesn't quite have the heart to do it.
Now Morgana's confused as much as angry. "So you tell a guard to pull me back to my chambers but then say I can go back?" She's actually not exaggerating about being pulled back, though Morgana presumes he's already heard about the ruckus me made.
As well as being rather incompentent in the guarding side of things, the guards seem to have a problem communicating as well.

He's definitely going to have to have words with them.

" were dragged away?" This is definitely a concern, with the concussion and all. "I...that shouldn't have happened. I just thought you'd be more comfortable in your own chambers."
"I didn't want to go and the guard picked me up." Morgana's still angry at that, and Uther's going to get the brunt of it. "Said the King ordered me to my chambers."

She also has to add, "I'm not sorry I scratched him. He whines like a baby."
Uther can't help chuckling at that, but then looks serious.

"I would have come myself, but I was in the middle of a council meetings."

Although it's debatable if his presence would have made things better or worse.
"Why?" She demands. "Would you have pulled me out too? You're always making me do what I don't want." She's being hyperbolic, but it doesn't negate how she feels.
"Of course I wouldn't have!" Uther blusters, but in all honesty... he might have.

He's hurt by her accusation all the same. "Am I really so horrible to you?"

Because he's trying not to be, really.
Morgana doesn't believe him, and has an accusation ready, one she hadn't had the chance to throw at him yet.

"You let the man take me, so I think you don't care. I want to be with Arthur. He wouldn't have let that happen." Besides her concern for Arthur's health, he's now the only person in the palace who she thinks would care if she lives or dies. She's even lost her faith in "Merlin."

After Midnight...

Uther really did have something to do, although it probably could have waited.

Which is probably why he's walking carefully and silently up the corridor to his son's room.

He opens the smaller servant's door slowly to make sure there's no noise before creeping in.

It's a full moon, most of its light is shining on the bed where Arthur and Morgana are sleeping.

He'll just watch for a while, because looking is much easier than talking.

Re: After Midnight...

It's much like a sleepover, as there are remnant of things to do scattered about the floor. There are bits of parchment, a crust from someone's snack, and one of the blankets.

Morgana, though convinced by some servant to don a nightgown, as opposed to her dress, is sleeping on top of the blankets, too warm from the humid night to be covered by anything else.

As she has always been a light sleeper, she stirs at the movement in the room. Because she is lying on her side with her head on her arm, what might be observed is one green eye, Hal-watching the King.

Re: After Midnight...

It takes Uther a moment to notice Morgana is awake and staring, he actually gives a small start of surprise.

He's used to Arthur, who sleeps so soundly it's quite possible he could knock something to the floor and not wake him.

He's not sure what to do...except cough nervously.

Re: After Midnight...

The nervous cough has her stretching her legs out and propping her head up on her hand.

If the king tries to make a habit of watching, then he should know he's likely to be caught. Perhaps nit the first few days after her injury, but now things are getting back to normal.

She still hasn't said anything, but looks expectant as to an explanation.

Re: After Midnight...

Once again Uther's going to have to explain himself, something he's not used to doing at all.

"I was just...checking on you both." He whispers, hoping that will be the end of the matter.

Re: After Midnight...

"Gaius already did that," though the physician fussed and looked stern when Morgana said she still had dizzy spells. He then put a healing poultice of herbs on Arthur's leg, before leaving.

She sounds surprised tha the King would do so, considering his earlier hasty retreat. "Didn't he tell you?"

Re: After Midnight...

"He did...I just wanted to make sure..."

He feels like running, but at the same time...

He move closer to the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Re: After Midnight...

"I don't sleep well." She says it plainly, not intending to explain anymore. "My father would only come in my room if he wanted me to wake up."

Morgana is explaining, more than criticizing. She's of the impression that Uther needs a great deal of explaining when it comes to dealing with, well, anyone.

Re: After Midnight...

Uther doesn't sleep well either, for entirely different reasons, of course.

He looks concerned. "Does Gaius know about this? I'm sure he could help, he's very good with sleeping draughts."

Re: After Midnight...

Morgana nods her head. "He's known for a long time. My father took me to see him when we were last at court." It was well over a year before her father's death as Gorlois, with good cause, kept her far, far, away from Uther, for reasons she will understand when she's older.

She's quiet as she speaks, not wanting to accidentally wake Arthur.

Re: After Midnight...


He should have known that Gorlois would have seen the trouble. He was good at that.

"I'll...leave you both be then." He looks at Arthur snoring away peacefully.

Re: After Midnight...

Morgana tilts her head, rather confused by the entire encounter, like she dreamed it.

"Why did you come if you were just going to leave?" She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand, clearly sleepy.
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June 2011

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