I stood over Agravaine's bed as he snored loudly like an overindulged boar, his face buried in a soft pillow. He's nice and snug in his soft warm bed, and my wife and child are somewhere in the lands, unprotected. Gently, I nudged Agravaine until he roused from his sleep.
"Arthur, what's wrong?"
I grinned sweetly to hide a boiling rage in my gut. "Nothing, I need you to come with me. It's urgent."
"Arthur, it's late."
"I know…. it concerns the kingdom."
Sighing, Agravaine flung his legs out of his bed, reaching for a robe; he trudged after me down a long hall away from everyone. I need solace to complete my little chat with my uncle. Did he think of anything when he roused me from my sleep, committed such heinous acts against Guinevere?
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Gwaine tightened the leather ties at Agravaine's wrist as sweat poured from the older man's body; he swung slightly in a musty cell.
"Now, Uncle, I finally realize that your loyalties are not to me or my mother," I stated calmly, fire blazed in my mind. "You used my wife to destroy my life. You aligned yourself with my sister. I could see if she was your blood. Was her bed good?"
"Arthur…"
"Now, what is Morgana's plan?"
"Arthur," Agravaine begged. "You have to understand," he wheezed painfully. "You aren't ready to be king."
Arthur smiled a tight smile. "It's going to be a long night. You will learn about my readiness to rule."
Turning my hand over, Gwaine placed a tiny knife in my hand. "You're Noble. You need little fine cuts, Uncle." I didn't hear his screams as the knife sliced a long red line down his arm.
"I have all night. I don't have my wife or child, Uncle."
During the night, Agravaine told me everything that I wanted to know as his screams of pain and agony rung in my ears. His sticky warm blood coated my skin.
Gwaine clamped a hand on my shoulder," Let me finish this." I cast Agravaine one last look as I walked away.
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Michael
Maybe, I should marry a nice girl and give my mother a grandchild- another female in our family. She's totally besotted with Gwen and her child. Okay, he's a cute little baby. Gwen arrived a little over two months ago, and she's not trying to go home. Arthur's Knights destroyed Helios' keep, and placed his head on a spear! My mother harbors his missing wife and child. What is she thinking? She's not thinking. What am I going to do?
Gwen
Gwen clasped her hands together in joy as she watched Llacheu staring up at his hand. He seemed to marvel at his moving fingers.
"It's your hand. You place it in your mouth every second of every hour unless you're eating, my little sweet."