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Who: Lancelot and Mithian
What: A knight and a princess talk about things.
When: Day 200
Where: The market.
Rating: VANILLA.

[ Mithian honestly does not understand the way some people act here. She is used courting, shy exchanges, walks and banquets, sometimes a feast or a ball of sorts. But here there is 'bars' and 'going for drinks', courting rituals she does not quite grasp. And her bewilderment is only magnified when she interacts with men who are interested in her. While most of them are mostly polite, there has been a time or two where they are quite crude.

And today, she runs into one of them. He is forward and bold, but when he deems it proper to try and press a kiss to her cheek having just met her in the market, he takes it a step too far. She pushes him away and starts down the street with with a growing frustration. So much so that she does not look where she's going and runs straight into a knight of Camelot, someone who is truly chivalrous.]

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Bitter? [ She makes a face at that. ] I am not sure I will like it if it's bitter.

As I said you can add many things to it to change the flavor. After all the changes it can become quite sweet [too sweet even if you ask him] and still be called coffee.

I see. [ Hm. ] I have had tea here and it sounds remarkably similar.

In a way, I suppose.

[He nods] If you dislike it we can always order you tea instead.

I wish to try it. [ she smiles ] What do you put in your coffee?

I only add a bit of sugar. Many people seem to enjoy adding milk to it.

That would help, I am sure. [ She glances up at him for a moment, moving to open her mouth to speak before she closes it. She wants to speak of Morgana but she cannot be sure if she should.]

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[He raises an eyebrow at her, glancing at the road ahead only enough to make sure they don't run into anything.]

Is something the matter? You may speak freely to me -

[ She gives him a sheepish glance, knowing that she'd been obvious in her need to speak out.] I am worried... Have you spoken to the Lady Morgana since her return?

[His jaw clenches at that, his eyes casting themselves downwards. It is a sore point to say the least.]

I have. She has...changed.

[ Her expression falters and she nods, solemnly. ] She has, greatly. [ It's as she feared. ] I did not know her back home but.. it as if... I hope to turn her away from such... bitterness.

Nor did I.

[His heart aches at their chosen topic, the words she threw on him so harsh. She has become so bitter and entitled...]

It is as if all faith has faded from her.

[ Mithian looks up at him with a saddened expression. ]

And as though her heart is twisted by hate.

I cannot understand it - not of her, who was filled with so much love.

[Love for Arthur, love for Merlin, love for Mordred, and he liked to think that she even loved him as a friend. Now she names him enemy.]

She would banish all of our friendship. [ and it breaks her heart to see the future to come to pass.]

She will not. There must be a way to make her see sense again.

[His voice is certain, filled with conviction; he will not give up on her. She means too much to everyone he loves, to him. They will never be truly whole again so long as she is against them.]

I refuse to let her. [ She nods a little. She will not let Morgana slip into her hatred, to let herself make the future happen.]

I wish I knew what had happened -

[He feels so helpless, so useless, trying to convince someone when he knows nothing of their situation but guesswork seems nearly impossible. Yet again he finds himself resenting the Gods for the time from whence they chose to take him.]

An evil magic. [ She murmurs softly, privately wishing that not all magic was evil, that not all of it was used for good.]

Magic can be no more evil than a sword. [He shakes his head] It is a tool. Its intent lies in the heart of its wielder. Her heart was poisoned, and it remains to us to find the cure.

I am well aware. [ She'd heard the stories. ] Perhaps by the fear of her magic, of the consequences of having it would bring.

I can only imagine what living with such a secret in King Uther's court could be like.

[The hand away from hers clenches into a tight fist beside his body. Merlin's lived there without turning bitter, but Merlin has not lived there as long, nor was he of the royal family. Merlin's family knew and accepted him - his mother, Gaius, himself.]

Loneliness can create great horrors. But loneliness can be cured.

Uther was unforgiving. [ And she can imagine he was unforgiving in finding out that his ward... his daughter was of magic. ]

She cannot be lonely here.

She is forcing loneliness upon herself.

[He shakes his head, he has no idea how to break through the walls surrounding her heart and it hurts so badly. She was the first to break through his insecurities. He wants to return the favor so desperately.]

She is pushing and we must not give.