"A Different Perspective – Agravaine"
Agravaine was very good at lying. It was something he'd always known, but in recent years it'd become an increasingly apparent and defining part of his person.
It could be seen in the way he effortlessly excused himself from the company of his fellow lords and ladies, dissolving their suspicions and pausing their questions with a few well-chosen compliments.
It could be seen in the way he skillfully manipulated young Arthur's thought process, guiding the unsuspecting prince toward the pre-determined conclusion.
It could be seen in the way he always managed to land the blame on someone else, no matter how sticky the situation…one of the knights, a servant, or some poor, unlucky peasant would suddenly find themselves faced with suspicion of crimes as hefty as treason, but Agravaine was always beyond doubt.
And even before all that – it could be seen in the way Agravaine had denied his allegiance to Uther and Arthur, that fateful day when he'd stumbled upon the Lady Morgana, her menacing presence darkening the vault where Camelot's top-secret plans were kept. It could be seen in the way he'd assured Arthur that all was well, the next day, and that he'd merely been feeling a little ill, thank you very much. It could be seen in the way he'd secretively rode out to her hovel that first time, bringing traitorous words on his tongue, and how each of his following visits had grown more and more natural – casual, even. Expected.
But more than that…it could be seen in the way he told himself that he was doing the right thing. That Morgana was right. That he owed it to Ygraine to clean up the mess her husband and son had made. That he wouldn't regret it, in the end. It really was lucky that he was such a good liar, because Morgana never allowed a single untruth to be told in her presence. And though Agravaine was good at convincing other that what he said was true, he was even better at convincing himself.