The night closed in on the day as the highly revered King of Camelot sat at the round table with his noble and loyal knights.
He was sullen and weary from many sleepless knights of protecting Camelot, even with his armies, he found that while he was growing ever weaker, his son, Mordred's power was only growing stronger.
Mordred was manipulative, calculating, and held within a tongue of silver and a heart of lead, possessing with ease the ability to gain followers at a moments notice!
As they spoke, there were countless villages all rising up against Arthur and Camelot, through the word of Mordred!
But though Arthur would lie if he were to say he did not hold some hate towards him, he did know that most of the death toll, Mordred's madness, as well as the war and strife on the people could be owned to the manipulative whims of of his damned half-sister Morgan Le Fay.
She was a vile, vindictive woman, who's hatred of the King surpassed even that of her son, and knew even less bound.
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