Excalibur's Seven | ✓ [LGBT]

~ 10 ~

SINCE THE MOMENT THEY arrived in Fells, Morgana could sense the magic that dwelled within the village. Somehow, though, none of that magic had anything to do with the Folk. In fact, there wasn't a single entrance that he could feel, nowhere for miles where the two worlds blurred together.

It felt like cruelty to him, to watch these incredible beings live in such conditions. Everything they had they had to find for themselves, and they couldn't touch anything the King owned to get it. All the buildings were made of mud and sticks and old, brittle stone, built over the remnants of an ancient settlement.

The six of them crammed inside Chalice's home, a small, dusty cottage at the edge of the village. Luckily they lived alone, so there wouldn't be anyone else to squish in, but it was still small enough that the entire floor would become a mass bed everyone would have to share.

As fate would have it, Morgana was shoved between Giselle and the insufferable prince, while Chalice and Eurion squished together on the cot and Selene laid on Giselle's other side. Morgana tried to convince her to trade places, but Selene threatened him with a dagger, pleading claustrophobia. He didn't bother to fight her this time.

Kit appeared to be keeping as much distance as possible anyways, to his luck, leaning clear up against the cot and away from Morgana as he concentrated on a book and scratched his stubble. The faery had never seen a blonde man grow hair as fast as this one did.

"Can I help you?" Kit asked, pulling Morgana back to reality. He hadn't realized he drifted off with his eyes conveniently resting on the prince's barely covered torso, and he snapped his gaze back up with a glare.

"I was lost in thought, don't flatter yourself," he muttered, turning his back to him and laying down onto his side.

"What were those thoughts, exactly? Was it my 'stature,' perhaps?"

He was referring to their encounter at the castle, where Morgana had mentioned his impressive stature and Kit took it as flirting.

The faery turned his head to fix him with a glistening stare. He projected the thought of every violent act he wished to commit against him in that moment, and Kit threw up a hand in defense.

"My bad," he murmured, though he clearly didn't mean it. At least he was shutting up now.

Morgana curled up against Giselle, wrapping his wing around his shoulder as if it would provide him with a modicum of comfort.

"Poor Mog, did the big scary prince flirt with you?"

"Yes, and it's going to give me nightmares for the rest of the week, Your Highness. I'm afraid I'll never recover."

She stuck out her bottom lip, brushing back his hair. "Aww, what a shame. Poor child."

Selene chuckled from her end of the makeshift bed. She was picking at her nails with the tip of a hairpin, hair loose and hanging around her muscular shoulders.

Morgana didn't know what to feel about the Lady Knight. A part of him was inclined to hate her. She'd threatened to kill him more times than he cared to count, but she protected him from Kit's stupidity after they rescued Giselle and he still didn't know why.

Another part of him envied her. So many things tried to stop her from becoming a lady knight in a man's world, but there she was anyways, equipped with a carefully engraven sword and the most respect a woman could be given in her world. He wished all he needed was that kind of rebellion.

He'd been a knight once, long ago, before his sickness took his strength from him. He couldn't have what she had, but it was not because of prejudice. It was his own body's failure, and there was nothing a single soul could do about it.