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Chapter 6: Preparing for a feast

That night there was to be a feast for the princess's return. And Mordred, who Arthur and everyone else thought to be her savior, was helping her prepare.

He had turned back to his younger self as he was only with Lyra. If he wanted to be 'Zane' again, all he need do is use the aging spell.

He had picked out a blood red gown for her to wear. "Can't you just let me choose?" She hissed.

Mordred was getting irritated at her disobedience. "Just put it on." He hissed back, shoving the gown into her hands.

"If you are any kind of gentleman, you could at least give me some privacy." She said.

Mordred chuckled, "Well, unfortunately for you, I am no kind of gentleman." Mordred sat down, "Now, get on with it."

Lyra looked at her feet and started to remove her dress. "You could at least turn your back!" she said, slightly raising her voice but not enough for anyone else to hear apart Mordred.

He scoffed, "Why? So you can stab me in the back?" Mordred scoffed. "I don't think so!"

Lyra sighed, frustrated. "I don't even have anything to stab you with... yet..." She added under her breath.

She didn't move. "What are you waiting for?"

She looked behind him and saw the screen she had completely forgotten about. She walked over to it. "What are you doing?" Mordred demanded as she walked passed him.

"What do you think?" Lyra glared at him. "Getting dressed."

Mordred walked behind the screen also and Lyra gasped in shock as she turned around and saw him staring at her. She was so shocked she didn't know what to say.

"It seems you are speechless, Lyra." Mordred pointed out. "We can't have that at the feast now can we?" He said.

Lyra stared at the floor. "You were spying on me." She stated.

"I'll do more then 'spy' on you next time, princess. Just you wait." And with that he moved to the side as to let Lyra go passed him. But she didn't budge.

He gestured for her to go, but she just kept staring at the floor. "I can't do it."

"Do what?" Mordred snapped, becoming impatient.

Lyra sighed, "I can't make Arthur go to the cave... You'll kill him." she said, calmly.

Mordred glared at her and before Lyra knew what was happening Mordred took both of her shoulders and pushed her roughly to the wall, still holding her painfully. "You will do as I say. As I said before... You're mine." Lyra could feel tears threating to fall, but she tried to hold them in. "It doesn't matter what you do, either way, Arthur will die." He let go of her and Lyra couldn't hold her tears a second longer.

"We should be going to the feast now, so you can tell him about the cave." Lyra let Mordred wipe her tears with his thumb and they left the room.

"Try looking happy... We don't want him being suspicious now do we?"

Lyra's stomach lurched. "N-no..." She replied slowly.

Mordred grasped her arm. "...And before I forget... Miht dagan, beþecce me. Adeadaþ þisne gast min freondum ond min feondum!"

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