*tenses under her touch, before very gingerly putting his hand over hers* *and quietly as if he's unaccustomed to hearing his voice say it* I grow weary of war. Of constant battle. I long for peace.
*as if ashamed of himself laughs gently* Not that it matters. As it's been said, I'm only good for the war. *glances back to Camelot* ...your kingdom is very beautiful. You must be proud.
[She watches his hand cover her own, the heat of his touch seeping into her skin before she nods] Most would. I often long for peace as well.
Uther. [She says his name to call his attention back to her so that she can meet his gaze quite seriously] I don't believe that that's the only thing you're good for.
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*as if ashamed of himself laughs gently* Not that it matters. As it's been said, I'm only good for the war. *glances back to Camelot* ...your kingdom is very beautiful. You must be proud.
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Uther. [She says his name to call his attention back to her so that she can meet his gaze quite seriously] I don't believe that that's the only thing you're good for.