Disclaimer : See chapter 1.
When I read Admiral von Cha-Cha's (greetings to her, btw ^^) drabble about Guinevere, this just... appeared in my mind, I had to write it. It is a kind of response to her OS then.
Steel
Sometimes it hurt to see his daughter, his dear Guinevere, so cold, cloaked in stone like the Roman statues his people hated so.
He hid his true self behind the harsh steel of his eyes and the grey mystery he kept around himself. His own people, so wild and proud, feared him. But they were a difficult people, not easy to unite, and only fear could sometimes deter the most ambitious.
He was like his beloved island: he surrounded himself with grey mist, yet his heart was so alive and green! And it was too often splashed with the vivid redness of anger and bloodlust when he saw the disasters Romans brought his people. His proud people, who would never be cowed.
It only strenghthened his steely façade.