shifted_logs | a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

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a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

Characters: Morgana and thou!
Location: Across the Multiverse
Time: Throughout the day
Summary: Magic is banned in Camelot, which is clearly why Morgana is getting magically shunted through the multiverse.
Warnings: Your princess is in another universe.

[Feel free to just comment here, starting off describing your character doing whatever, and Morgana will randomly appear beside them. Use log-style prose or spam-style brackets, as you prefer]

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[She guides hers out by the reins.] It's very kind of you to allow me to come along. [Morgana feels that sarcasm is a good way to keep Arthur in good spirits.]

Morgana, showing gratitude? What a rare occurrence. Let's hope this is a good omen for our trip.

Morgana rolled her eyes at Arthur as they walked into the daylight--and then she stopped. It was their ever-loyal security force.

For a moment, Morgana was paralysed between giving up and hopping onto her horse and just making a break for it. But there wasn't really much to do about it, was there? She would have to work on doing this another day.

"You go ahead. I'll talk to them to give you time."

Arthur looked down at Morgana. It would be very easy to ride off, almost too easy. Except of course for a code of chivalry that demanded leaving no man - or woman, in this case - behind. It would be annoyingly difficult to enjoy himself knowing that Morgana had stayed behind as a distraction.

He sighed loudly, before dismounting from his horse. He couldn't deny that their guard were persistent. He wondered where this persistence was - but he stopped the thought. It served no purpose. There were guards, and they were persistent, and now they were gone as well.

He handed his horse off to one of the guards to take back into the stables.

"You will have to work on your response time," he said to one of them in passing. "If you had taken any longer, we would have been long gone."

He didn't wait for a response as he walked back towards the castle.

Morgana gripped the reins tighter, twisting them around her fingers, watching Arthur walk away and wanting to stop it. It was always the palace trap. "I am not returning to the castle until I hunt."

Arthur turned around, before waving a dismissive hand.

"Some of you men, take the Lady Morgana out for a hunt. Make sure she - just make sure nothing happens that will cause any problems."

He looked to Morgana, "Do try not to accidentally injure your guards. We know what your aim is like. And I expect you to bring home something at least half decent."

The idea of hunting, while being trailed by their ever present guard, was greatly lacking in appeal. Besides, there was probably work to be done. There was always work to be done, it seemed.

The greatest problem of the King and Queen of Camelot was how often they wanted to fight and how difficult it was to do so in public. Morgana shoved her horse's reins into the hands of a guard before stalking over to Arthur and hissing, "If you continue to do this, you will never enjoy yourself again."

Arthur gave Morgana an annoyed and dismissive look.

"What are you on about? If I continue to do this. Continue to do what exactly?"

"Letting the presence of guards disturb you." For all that she was trying to keep her voice quiet, her body spoke for her--the straight arm and the hand flat out, anger, the furrow of her brows and the twist of her mouth. "If it so bothers you, order them to leave. You are the king."

"They do not disturb me."

He kept walking straight ahead. He did not wish to have this discussion today. His jaw was clenched, as he tried to calm his nerves. It would not do to get angry at Morgana so publicly. This was not the place or the time.

But at her last sentence, he couldn't help but turn, eyes narrowing at her as he stepped closer and hissed. "And you are the queen. Do not be a hypocrite, Morgana. Were you not just offering to distract them in order to buy me time? If it was as simple as what you say, why would the king even need a diversion?"

"Because the king is too much of an idiot to accept it." To keep their argument quiet, she stepped closer. "I'll prove it for you myself if I must. I will ride alone. I will order them away."

"Be my guest. It will allow me a much needed reprieve at the very least."

He gave her a look, before pulling away and continuing on towards the castle. After a couple of steps, he stopped, recalling their positions and recalling how they arrived here. He was still angry at her, angry at this entire argument and situation, but there was also fear there as well. These woods were dangerous. They were even more dangerous now than they had been months ago, when his father and Morgana were ambushed.

He rounded back, walking past Morgana and approaching one of the guards.

"I want six of you men to escort the Lady Morgana on a hunt. Do not let her out of your sight. And if she grows tired of that, take her somewhere else, I do not care where. I have very important matters to attend to and I cannot be disturbed by anyone, even the queen."

He gave Morgana a meaningful look, before turning away and not looking at her as he walked past.

As Arthur gave his order, Morgana closed her eyes. The bow's smooth surface pressed into her palm as her fingers tightened around it. But she was still and silent. She would obey her king.

"I'll speak with you later, my lord."

Arthur ignored her as he returned to the castle. Despite the fact that it had seemed he had won this small battle against her, he couldn't help but feeling like he'd regret it later that evening.

Irregardless, he proceeded back to the castle, matters of state and import no doubt waiting for his undivided attention.

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