𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉

The pains of hunger were familiar, though he’d grown unaccustomed to them living in Camelot. He frowned, telling himself to ignore it. Surely Morgana’s appetite would peak soon, it was well after noon. Mordred shifted uncomfortably on his feet, letting out a soft sigh.

of mind for many. As much as the druid wanted to complain that we could be of better use, Mordred was just thankful to have some form of duty. Just a stroll around the marketplace, only a short walk from the castle proper. It felt like a good start.

thickly woven cloth. The others had gone just after dawn, the druid lingering some hours later. It wouldn’t be hard for him to track them later. But for now, he needed the time away. Several minutes later, Mordred draped his satchel over his shoulder and wandered toward the road.

They’d probably only been practicing a hour or so but it felt like years. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been knocked to the ground or the number of aches and new bruises settling in. H’d been so keen to start- but was sure Arthur already regretted knighting him by now.

connection to the earth was so profound that it seemed unnatural for their feet to ever leave it. Yet, leave it he must- it was the only way. He had little of value to barter but hoped they’d allow him to work for is passage. The young Camry just had to summon the courage to ask.