Thread: A Sinister Realm of Fables & Bloodlust (darkangel76 x Rauk)

The tension was thick in the air between Arthur and Guinevere, like the seasonal scents lingering on from the festivities in which the troubled queen spoke of. Arthur truly loved his mate unconditionally, however these practices were a significant part of his heritage and customs. No matter what was said, he still could never understand her problems with these traditions, and it hurt deep within his soul that she loathed the whole situation as she did. Arthur took note and surveyed his wife's face as tears began to uncontrollably stream down her innocent cheeks. Reaching up with the backside of two fingers, he wiped them away and said nothing for a moment, and only offered her a concerned smile. For the next few seconds, he was assessing the situation and desperately attempted to piece together a plan to brighten her mood, whilst defending his personal traditions. Thinking to himself, Arthur was too embarrassed to admit that he was having second thoughts involving the very customs Guinevere spoke so ill of. Due to spiraling down into his own world of deep thought, and personal guilt, he completely tuned Guinevere's words out after having heard her open with Is that all you people here in Camelot think on? Is she correct...? If my family's traditions are set in stone, and so necessary to our kingdom, then why is she making me feel so terribly about them? Another gust of wind whipped past the couple, causing strands of hair to dance in the same direction as the various smells refreshed once again. Could it be that I enjoyed laying with Morgan? Arthur let his guard down, and instead of thinking this within his mind, accidentally blurted this out just as Guinevere finished describing her loathing for this season in Camelot. As he caught himself, knowing he obviously was a fool for saying this, his entire complexion turned ghost white. G-guinevere... It's n-not what it sounds like... It's part of the ritual. I was only um... Being polite to Morgan. I didn't enjoy it that much... I mean at all! Being a king, Arthur had developed many diplomatic skills, in dealing with neighboring kingdoms over the years. Unfortunately, nothing he has ever experienced has prepared him for dealing with a situation such as this. Finding himself defeated and his relationship with Guinevere potentially in shambles, the troubled king had sprouted the thought in the back of his mind that he must go see the great wizard Merlin for advice on what to do next. No matter how different Arthur and Guinevere's views were on tradition, he still loved her with every ounce of his being, and found himself willing to make any sacrifice for her love. Meanwhile, the bubbling cauldron grew slightly in it's boiling intensity as a sinister grin washed over Merlin's elderly lips. A twinkle sparked in the corner of his eye as he turned his attention toward the young Morgan asking about her significance in his plan. Yes, my dear. Have you ever questioned your relationship with your brother and his wife? Tell me... Why does he rule Camelot, when you, the beautiful Morgan lies powerless to the side? The wizard sensually runs the back of his fingers down the back of Morgan's head through her hair, applying charm and admiring her youth. You have a delicious amount of un-tapped potential to be a great leader. Much greater than Arthur could have ever been. I could help you unlock your slumbering greatness. The cauldron's bubbling suddenly stopped completely, as if to defy all logic. What was left in the container was a glowing liquid substance that smelled of vinegar and finally settled on a purely bright green hue. The mysterious and powerful mage ignored the young lady's request to identify the concoction, and simply dipped a ladle to fill a emerald studded golden chalice, taking a small sip of it himself to assure her the safety, before presenting it to her to take and drink. It's safe, child. Drink this, and we will set in motion the beginnings of our quest. Our quest that will unlock your power, and put you where you rightly deserve to be... At the throne of Camelot. Merlin grinned maliciously, as he dreamed in his head many steps ahead in his plan to manipulate the beautiful Morgan into becoming his puppet to achieve dominance over the Kingdom, and beyond. As he awaited her decision to hopefully accept his offer and finish the drink, the dark wizard happily thought to himself. Yes... The demonic blood infused drink will definitely aid in our goal. Though it will not give her any new powers, the seed of evil within her will be nourished, and grow into it's full potential. Then, I will be one step closer...