Anti-OTP: Mordred/Guinevere

[illgotten]

The roses are blooming, Arthur's roses, and Mordred is standing at the edge of the path that skirts the lake, looking at them. His hand hovers, not quite touching the jagged edge of a leaf, as if he's afraid it will hurt him, or perhaps the reverse.

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[guinevere_queen]

She saw him arrive, and she watches him a moment longer before stepping into sight. "Does anyone know that you're afeared of roses?" she asks.

[illgotten]

He starts, catching his hand on the thorns. "Damn!" He rounds on her, exasperated, and then stops. You don't quite curse out the Queen your aunt for idiocy, even now. "Lady," grudgingly.

[guinevere_queen]

A half smile appears for a moment, no more. "Nephew." She tilts her head "Are you hurt?"

[illgotten]

"No," sourly, with the hand pressed to his mouth. "I'll live."

He inspects the scratches for a moment, then glances up. "I didn't know you were still here."