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*wandering through Camelot, lost in thought*

Do you think me so cold then? *hissed out* I may command armies but I would never bring harm to you or Camelot. Not by choice. I'm a warrior- and I'm good at it- that doesn't mean I'm a brute.

*unsure why he's so bothered by the idea she might think him cruel* My reputation is of little concern. *a half bitter smile* Uther Pendragon, the Conqueror. I wage war because I'm bored. Nothing else.

Aren't you? Isn't that exactly what you'd wish everyone to think? [She keeps her voice low and even] Better for them to think you cruel than weak, right?

[She steps closer to him, leaving very little space left between them as she tilts her head back so that she can see clear into his features] Is that true, Uther? Do you wage war because you are bored?

*she's able to stop him cold because for better or worst- it is true. It's just never bothered him until now and he really wishes he understood why*

It must be so easy for a member of a Royal house with a Kingdom still in tact to pass judgment on those of us who must earn our place and respect. Perhaps if my father's kingdom had lasted I would have had the luxury of being as thoughtful as the Lady is. As it is, there is only my name, my sword and the Lady Nimueh that carves me a place here.

*as for the last question- he simply turns away- studying the lake*

[For awhile, she's silent as she stands there, watching him. Then she gathers enough courage to reach out and touch his arm, her soft voice wrapping around him again]

I did not mean to insult you, Uther. It seems we're both quick to pass judgment on each other. You once thought me nothing but an empty-headed Princess and... [She trails off]

I just see you being capable of more.

*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.

Edited 2010-02-21 04:59 (UTC)

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