Sissy touched her arm gently. The wound Morgan had given her was swelling. Either it was some slow-acting poison or something else entirely. She walked along to corridor toward the tea room. Every day, she and King Arthur met for tea, and she would tell him another story about life in her time.
As she sat down across from the king, she was at a lost at what to talk about. She took a sip of tea.
"Have…I ever told you about the stories we have about you?"
"No, you have not, Ranger."
"Oh, they're awesome, like the sword in the stone, Excalibur, how your cousin is an ogre."
The king's eyes widened.
"It was a spell. Although when the spell was broken, she remained an ogre."
"Why?
"It was one of those true love spells."
"She fell in love with an ogre?
"He was really sweet. He just wanted to be left alone, really."
The king nodded and sipped his tea, but ht didn't truly understand. "There are darker parts to the legends, too," Sissy continued.
"Morgan le Fey…Guinevere…"
"Guinevere?"
"Yes, according to the legends, she--", Sissy stopped short. "What about her?" the king asked.
"Well, I dunno…legends don't get everything right, you know…"
"I want to know."
"The story is…"