The once and future bratty younger brother.
"--So of course Agravaine's looking like an absolute fool for picking on me and then getting knocked down by Gawain, and--" The young man who's just entered breaks off sharply, looking around himself. "Lynet. Lynet?"
His eyes narrow slightly, and he draws his sword almost instantly (he's still in full armour). "Damn," softly, under his breath. He hates enchantments. "Mother?" a little louder, with slightly false bravado. "Mother, if you're behind this--"
Typist: Gaheris of Orkney and Arthurian legend and Gerald Morris' The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf. ^__________^
His eyes narrow slightly, and he draws his sword almost instantly (he's still in full armour). "Damn," softly, under his breath. He hates enchantments. "Mother?" a little louder, with slightly false bravado. "Mother, if you're behind this--"
Typist: Gaheris of Orkney and Arthurian legend and Gerald Morris' The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf. ^__________^