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[lesser_son]

Melou's education as far as reading and writing stopped when he was on the young side, and you've got to take medieval spellings into account anyway. But the notice he tacks up is mostly readable, if you take a few moments to study it really good and hard.

It says, plainly printed:

I WOD SEKE A PRYSTE TO MARRIE A LADY TO-GETHYR WYTHE A MANN.

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[sissy_queen]

Queen Guinevere (!) will show up, and peer at the sign with curiosity. She will read it, slowly and painfully, and then look... and find a very Modred-looking Melou.

"Are you Sir Melou, perchance?"

[sissy_queen]

She nods.

"Maybe we shall forget this part and just be cousins, if you wish?"

Because it HURTS HER HEAD.

[lesser_son]

"Mayhap--may it not be that you are Queen, and I am a knight?"

[sissy_queen]

Oh, right, that too.

"Aye, aye." She sighs. "But pray not fear me as your uncles do..."

Because she needs friends, OMG.

[lesser_son]

"I do not, your majesty."

[sissy_queen]

She smiles. "That pleases me." A grin. "And you have found a priest, thus far?"

[lesser_son]

"Not yet, please you."

[sissy_queen]

"I'm afraid I can be of little counsel, as I only just arrived. Have you consulted Sir Peredur on the matter? As pious as he is, he would perhaps know who to ask..."

[lesser_son]

"Sir Peredur?"

[sissy_queen]

"You may know him as Sir Percivale, perhaps? He lives out of the Mansion...."

[lesser_son]

"I know him not."

[sissy_queen]

"Would you like me to ask him on your behalf, then?" Helpfully.

Let's see how Mordred reacts to that.

[lesser_son]

He smiles at her, but shakes his head. "I will await with my notice."

[sissy_queen]

"As you wish." She smiles. "Will you mind the company?"

[lesser_son]

"Nay, your majesty."

[sissy_queen]

So she sits by him, and puts her hands under her chin.

"Pray, Sir Melou, tell me a tale..."