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3rd Judgement ~ [Video]

[While Uther holds his back straight and chin held high - because he is king and whatever he can keep of that he'll take - he looks fairly worse for wear with slight bags under his eyes and obvious exhaustion despite his posture. It's been rough ever since he came here, but even more so recently, and sleep and rest is are very elusive things.

But despite how tired he is, he's relied on Arthur's support for too long and, honestly, he's not sure he can convince himself he even deserves that loyalty so much anymore. That's why he's addressing the network.

He almost feels a little awkward, but he doesn't show it.]

How does one go about.. finding a job?

[It's probably less about it being a new world so how should he know how it works and more about him not having had to look for one, ever.]

((OOC: I'm going to go on a slowatus from tomorrow until the 9th August oops so this isn't really great timing, but waiting would have been OOC of him so at least I can get in a day of proper tagging. Do please bear with me orz.))

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Morgana. He is my only son and I could never forget that. That is why I cannot approach him however I wish.

Does that make sense to you?

[ she bites back against the urge to talk back more, very few people frustrate her as much as he does. ]

I hope that you shall not grow to regret this.

[It does make perfect sense and if he could elaborate, he would. But even being vague is probably a bad idea and he might just almost have said too much as it is, if she thought it only had to do with Merlin...

He sighs.]

So do I.

[God knows he has enough regrets already.]

[ but then she has to wonder ]

Does that mean - that you accepted Merlin being his friend?

[Ah.

See, he opens his mouth to deny straight away, because how could he ever accept Arthur being so close to someone who's used magic behind their backs over and over? It's exactly what he's always said; that sorcerers are tricksters and liars and Merlin kept his choice to give into magic a secret, has fooled them and played with them.

And yet, seemingly perfectly knowing all this, really knowing it, Arthur still says he trusts him completely. And Uther doesn't know how to deal with it, he just doesn't, and yet... And yet when Arthur came to him to tell him that Merlin is family whether Uther accepts it or not, he had told Arthur...

"I will... try."

What had he been thinking, really? Arthur is so important, so, so important, but...

He takes a deep breath, and tries again.]

I have accepted that no matter what I think or say, Arthur will not give up on the boy. I only hope it does not end up hurting him further.

[Further than he's already been hurt, by everything. And Uther is terrified.]

Arthur is loyal. He shall not abandon those who have been true to him.

[ and Merlin had been true, she knows. ]

Not even for their gifts.

[ plural form is a go. ]

[Silence.

And Uther frowns at Morgana, turns her words over and over in his mind, contemplating. It could of course be nothing, could mean as a general thing, but yet...

But yet, he has a feeling that most often things are not accidental concerning these matters. Certainly not here.

So he asks, if cautiously:]

Their?

Their, yes.

[ a challenge. It all comes down to just this. She had been afraid for too long. If he can accept her, even a little, he will have to do the same for Merlin. ]

[Oh, come now, Morgana, don't be like that.

Deep breath.]

If there is something you wish to say, you know you can tell me.

Do I? You have not shown much patience for the subject before.

[He's wondering if he should be wary.]

How will you ever know if you do not try?

Alright.

[ a beat. ]

But not like this.

[ Though she supposes it will keep them from striking each other. Still. she is not telling him like this. ]

[Yes, he should probably definitely be a little wary. A little worried. Possibly. Unless it's only habit; they are used to speaking face to face, always.]

Very well. Where? We would have privacy at my.. residence.

[ she acts fearless, yes but it is only to cover for her slight panic. This is madness; if she's lucky he would not blame the others for keeping her secret and simply banish her. If she's not, well. He cannot kill her with his bare hands, at least. ]

I..I will be there shortly, then.

[He bows his head, just slightly.]

I will be waiting.

[ So 'shortly' takes her longer than she thought. She changes her mind half a dozen times, comes close to tell Uther to simply forget she ever said anything. She thinks of talking to Merlin or Arthur or Gwen but no, it is a thing she must do by herself. But she cannot. how could she? Uther would loathe her and Arthur will have another reason to fight him and it might make matters worse. Still, she has magic and she believes Uther cares for her. He does not care for much, she thinks but he does care for her so maybe if she tells him -

She owes it to herself and to those like her. Magic is not something to be hiding, it is no disease and she will not treat it as such.

Well then, after long moments of just...standing there outside of his door she knocks. Perhaps she is a shade or two paler than the usual. ]

[Uther is not much of a patient man, but the wait causes something entirely different from impatience. It's more... nervousness, concern, restlessness, leaves him more twitchy than usual because the time Morgana takes only further feeds the suspicion that this is big and something to be a little worried about.

Still, he tries to occupy himself somehow; does some cleaning, checks over everything, stares at the empty room that used to be Arthur's for a while as he ponders whether or not to do something else with it. When there is finally a knock, he almost jumps at it, and takes a deep breath as he schools his expression into calm while he moves to open it, steps steady and sure as they always are.

When he sees her, he's even more sure that the concern is well placed, and he frowns as he steps aside to let her pass.]

Morgana. Are you... unwell?

[Or is it just nerves for you as well?]

I'm well, my lord. I apologize for being so late. I -

[ thought and re-thought and then thought again and she is really not certain she's doing the right thing. ]

I took longer than I thought I would.

[With a wave of his hand, he tries to give her a reassuring smile. He would like to think he succeeds, too.]

There is no need to apologise. I will gladly put away as much time as you may need.

[Without hesitation.

He moves to stand in the middle of the room, and puts his hands behind his back as he turns to Morgana.]

What is it you wish to say?

[ She cannot think of the expression that will replace the smile and so she moves to sit, distracted. What was she thinking? she cannot tell him. He spent years hunting people like her, why would it be any different with her? She'd be a sad scarifies to make for the greater good but one that simply has to made. She cannot tell him, he'd have her killed and Arthur will not allow it, what was she thinking? ]

....Has Gaius ever spoke to you of...of my sleeping problems?

[As she sits, so does he, because he does not want to be standing above her. Not now.

He places one elbow on the table and rests his chin in his hand, thumb pressed to his jaw. He's eying her, but he tries not to make it too obvious or possibly uncomfortable.]

Of course he has. I hope they are not troubling you too much here, now that Gaius is not present to give you the usual remedies.

No, it is not that. His remedies never helped to begin with. Not once.

[ she just took them since Gaius would not listen to her. ]

[He straightens up in his seat, brow furrowing in a frown again. Something that Gaius couldn't help with...?

He has a feeling it's definitely not a good thing.]

That I did not hear about. What is it, then?

....When I was twelve, I dreamed of Arthur riding on his horse in the fields without his tutor and falling. A few days later it came to pass. I dreamed of that wretched Lady Sophia and of the Questing Beast. They all came true.

...

[It's never been anything that he's actually faced, as far as he knows. He thinks of himself as knowledgeable enough about magic to be able to fight it, and recognise it when he sees it. Foreseeing the future...

That's something he's only heard about, and been unsure if it existed. He doesn't want to believe it, which is why he leans forward again, pressing his hands together as he gives Morgana a long look, in complete silence.

It can't be...]

Are you certain?

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