writers-cube:Morgause watched her sons ride south to her half-brother’s court. One by one they left:
writers-cube:Morgause watched her sons ride south to her half-brother’s court. One by one they left: the rebellious, the ambitious, the loyal, the headstrong, and the innocent. They joked and smiled as they parted from her, giving her a hug or a quick kiss on the cheek and promising that they would be back one day as knights.Morgause did not weep when they left. Tears were a weakness that a queen could ill afford.Morgause did not wish them luck. She knew that there was no such thing in this world. Morgause did not say goodbye. It was not in her nature.But Morgause went to her scrying bowl as soon as they were out of sight, and she reached deep within her for what little power she had left. She saw her sons’ fates play out in the water—she saw them rise to glory and pass into legend. And she saw every single one of them die at the edge of a sword.Morgause watched her sons ride south. And they never came back—for what Camelot took, Camelot kept.Shh… I’m having a lot of Orkney bros feels right now… -- source link
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