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Morgana tried to ignore his presence, but the longer he stood there fidgeting of all things, the more annoyed she got. If she didn’t do something about the awkward silence now, her left eye would start twitching, and that wouldn’t do anything to help her current image. Damn reputations and the complete nonsense that came with them.
“Do you have anything else to disclose, Agravaine?” The witch asked stiffly.
“Well, um…” He stuttered.
“Yes?” She prompted with a slight edge to her voice.
The older man took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before he made direct eye contact with her and said, “I’m in love with you.”
Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t help it! One moment she was just minding her own business, trying to take over a kingdom, and the next she’s getting a love confession from a man ! After spending so many years in close proximity to Camelot’s knights she’d completely forgotten that heterosexual men even existed! You could hardly blame her for her momentary shock.
Sure, there was Uther . But even then, he was a bit suspicious. He and Gaius definitely had something going on, there was just no straight explanation for about ninety percent of their interactions.
“Look, you’re a gorgeous and fierce woman.” The absolute fool continued. “And as I am cunning and intelligent, not to mention wealthy and well connected, I think we’d make a perfect match. Once we take over Camelot I’d be the king to your queen, and we’d raise our children as devout worshipers of the triple goddess.”
Our children?!
To curse your allies, or to not curse your allies.
“That was very… brave of you Agravaine. But, I take comfort in the company of women.” She replied blandly.
“Are you sure? I think I might be able to change your mind.” The slimeball said in a tone that he probably thought was seductive. It wasn’t. He should be embarrassed.
“Take your leave.” Morgana ordered coldly.
For a moment it looked as though he would refuse, he opened his mouth to say something, but she had reached within herself to find the chilling spark of her magic. As her eyes flared gold to push him back, he must’ve realized that she was one hundred percent serious, and fled the scene. As soon as the door slammed shut, she leaned back in her chair with a dramatic sigh.
Well, that might become a problem further down the line.
“Sire!” A page wheezed as he all but ran into Arthur.
“Ollie! What on earth?” Arthur exclaimed, because really. Why did the boy look like he got run over by a carriage? And why was he so out of breath?
“Lord Agravaine.” Wheeze . “Tavern.” Wheeze . “Very intoxicated.” Wheeze .
“My uncle…in the tavern?” Arthur asked doubtfully.
Ollie nodded, then stood up straight…er, straighter, he was still dreadfully hunched over. “If you don’t mind Sire, I got run over by a carriage on my way here, and something definitely feel scrambled. I would like to see Gaius now.”
Well damn.
“Gwaine!” He barked at the gaggle of knights that were conveniently loitering about the corridor. “Take Ollie to Gaius!” Gwaine moved to do so without any complaints. “Leon, come with me to retrieve my uncle.” Leon actually groaned, scaring the ever loving shit out of everyone who was there to witness it.
“What the actual fuck?!” A young nameless squire shouted.
“I didn’t think you were physically capable of whatever that was!” Elyan spluttered.
Leon did not reply, he merely sulkily stomped his way over to his sovereign and gave a vague, let’s go, hand gesture. Arthur had to agree with that nameless page because, what the actual fuck?
Was Leon possessed? It wouldn’t be the first time someone in the court was possessed. Once he got to thinking about it, he couldn’t help but notice that Camelot really had a mild possession problem on their hands. Honestly, someone should have noticed this sooner.
That’s a problem for future Arthur, right now he should be focused on the urgent matter of his intoxicated uncle.
The tavern was disturbingly silent when the pair arrived. The patrons were all staring incredulously at a slumped figure at the bar. The barmaid herself was brandishing a dull butter knife in a surprisingly threatening manner.
“I don't know what exactly you’ve been tied up in, but you’re a damned fool if you think we’ll let you hurt our Prince! You treacherous, butt faced snake!” The barmaid shrieked in rage.
“ I’m not g’nna hurt ‘im. I only help M’gana hurt ‘im.” A familiar voice replied.
“Oh shit. Maybe Merlin was right…again!” Leon said with faux shock.
Arthur desperately wanted to punch his first knight.
Leon ignored him in favor of sauntering towards his uncle.
“Hello Lord Agravaine! What is your slimy arse doing on this fine evening?” Leon chirped.
“Drinking away my sorrows.” The dolt replied.
“What ails you on this night?” Leon was actually batting his eyelashes at the man.
“M’gana rejected me. Says she likes women. I could change ‘er mind.”
“No you can’t.” Leon replied smartly.
“Could.”
“Can’t.”
“Could.”
“You’re ugly, you can’t.”
Arthur had no idea what to do. He couldn’t trust the ramblings of an intoxicated man. But, it really seemed as though he was talking about Morgana, and if that’s the case? He’d harmed almost all of his friendships and let a traitor remain in the court, despite his most trusted friends and advisors warnings.
Dear gods, this was about to become a bloody mess.
“I wanna die!” Agravaine whined.
“We all do, you’re not special!” Leon whined back.
Leon was definitely going to Gaius, posthaste.
“Leon, help me arrest him.” Arthur sighed, defeated.
“Fucking finally!” Leon cackled.
Arthur had so many apologies to make in the near future.
As the door to the tavern slammed shut the barmaid could be heard shouting, “You hear that bitches?! He’s arrested! Free ale for everyone!”