Title: Idiots Guide to the perfect traitor (1 / 1)
atrice: lucre_noin
Rating: PG
Warning: comedy, anachronisms
Plot: Lynette Mordred and share a fond memory.
Lynette lost another point knitting in her long cloak and once again vowed that never, ever (mai!) he would promise to give her a cloak of Queen Guinevere from the side.
( The best cape you have ever seen, my queen! )
"You lose a point."
"Thank you, Sir Mordred, but I did not lose a point. It 's just a new way
innovative sewing. I'm trying to start a new fashion, "growled the Lady Lynette, from the little fist on the table.
"Want to try me?"
"You know sew?"
"When you live with a mother who ignores you must learn to do everything you can do."
Lynette looked up Mordred, bastard royal court, and the son of Arthur and sister Morgause, surprise they had confided in her.
"I'm sorry that you suffered in your childhood."
"Do not worry, I've also had good times."
"And what was your happiest memory?" Said Lynette, leaning against the back of the sofa and holding out their work of embroidery to the Prince of Camelot.
"I have to think ... yours? "Mordred said, reflecting on the wonder, and sewing with great skill. Lynette
And while thinking of that wonderful day when he had tried to poison her husband Gaheris, and then locked him in a closet and then groped to burn it, Mordred reflected with nostalgia for the days of his childhood.
No doubt, his best memory went back to the age of eleven years.
Mordred, in his room, certainly did not expect a gift for her mother compleanno.Morgause was not particularly maternal, nor polite, and had never won anything.
But that day was a guest of her aunt Mordred Morgan, Gorre, Morgana, and it was knocking on his door that morning.
"Modiri I come in?"
"Mordred." Corrected the child.
Zia Morgan had always been very distracted.
"Here I am, with a gift for my favorite nephew," said the woman, entering with joy, carrying a brown trunk.
"I know what it is?"
"Open it and see, Agravaine"
"Mordred."
Mordred took the trunk and put the bed to open it.
contained a series of bottles and bags full of colorful herbs. On the bottom of the cover it read: 'Idiots Guide to the perfect traitor'.
"I was looking for that avvelenatori, in realtà, ma era finito. Temo che Merlino abbia tolto tutte le copie dal mercato. Maledetto guastafeste"
Mordred non si soffermò a chiedere alla zia che cosa stesse blaterando e osservò il proprio regalo con occhi dubbiosi.
"Zia, vi ringrazio immensamente," esclamò, incerto se essere davvero grato o spaventato.
"Ti consiglio il secondo volume a pagina settantadue."
"Come coltivare un cactus in grado di eseguire complessi calcoli geometrici?" lesse Mordred, incuriosito.
"Oh, no, scusami. A pagina ventisette."
E that said, Morgan gave him a kiss on the cheek of her nephew, leaving him alone in the room to check out his new game.
Mordred opened the volume indicated and soon found the recommended page. The headline-
Guide nightmare evil potion. " Smiling graciously, Mordred decided it was time for a little revenge her.
The child spent the whole evening here and there and pour a bottle full of green stuff and dense liquids rose.
It did not take much to stir pozioncina red and streaked with white, of which Morgan was very proud.
"And now the two of us, popes."
other hand of Britain, 'Popes', aka King Arthur was debating in his sleep, sweating and scared. His dream, or rather nightmare, it was something terrible and terribly dramatic.
King Arthur, King of great Britain and the magical Camelot, was dreaming of being in a forest. The trees stretched in every direction and the king was alone, with his banner. On our open
banner circled the fabric of his well-known symbol: a huge bear, full of strength and royalty, on a background as red as blood.
suddenly appeared before him a magician. He had a blue cape and beautiful hair as gold.
The woman bowed and smiled.
"Good morning, lady," he greeted the king, in the dream.
"Good morning, sir, I'm here for a change."
"A change for what?"
The sorceress pointed to the banner with a bear and a lightning gleamed across the sky, shaking the earth.
"A bear is not for you. This will be your new banner. "
Arthur looked on their banner, but already her screams upset covered the witch's voice informing him that his new symbol would be the image of the hermit crab pink. Now and forever.
Arthur woke up screaming. A
Gorre, a child went to bed happy, falling asleep immediately in the soft covered with a canopy bed.
Lynette and Mordred sighed and looked into his eyes cautiously.
"My best memory was the day of my marriage," Lynette informed him, nodding of his cunning lies.
"Mine was the day I met my father, the king," Mordred nodded in turn.
The two continued to be observed for a few seconds after that, convinced of
have deceived each other on their moral integrity, continued to talk as if nothing had happened.
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