FIC: Fallen
Title: Fallen
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian
Characters: Agravain, Guinevere
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the characters are everyone's.
Summary: Agravain is fond of his aunt.
Notes/Warnings: Birthday drabble for julietveiled!
She'd always been gentle to them; even to Mordred, which must have cost her something. At first he hadn't believed it. "Do you bear us company, Sir Agravaine," she'd said with her soft smile, and offered him a flower, and he'd taken it distrustfully, waiting for the lightning-flash of cruelty.
But the wonderful thing was that it never came. Mother would speak you soft, puff you with praise and then, having put you off guard, turn on you with sarcasm to lay the bone bare. But Guinevere's kindness was utterly pure. She was incapable of deception.
Or so he'd believed.