Loving you is a Losing Game

Chapter 6

Morgana was tending her plants in the courtyard when Mylla came to her. "My Lady." her servant greeted.

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor," she informed, looking and sounding so grim.

"Why are you making it like it's a bad news?"

"Because it's bad news. I don't like the visitor."

"Who's the visitor?"

"One of the knights. His name is Alwyn." Mylla answered.

"Alwyn? As in Alwyn Cadogan?" Mylla grunted in response. "Why would he be here?" Morgana asked, although she kind of had an idea why.

"The same reason that he's been coming for past weeks while you're gone. I thought he's not coming back. Well, people with my status don't usually get what we want."

Morgana raised her brow, "And the reason he's been coming here would be?"

"To meet you."

"To meet me? What for?" she pressed further, making sure her assumption would be confirmed.

Mylla steps closer, "Well, My Lady is approaching her twenty-third birthday but still hasn't wed. You would sometimes accompany me to the town market or when we would visit Deryk's family when they invited us for dinner. Safe to say you've snatched the attention of quite a few men, you see. Word spread, and they spread fast. About a young very beautiful Lady of the Hill."

"You know you could just simply say, he's here to court," Morgana complained.

"I want to keep him waiting in the study," Mylla uttered slyly. "He's been waiting for a week now. He can wait a few minutes more." she reasoned.

"Alright, if you say so." Morgana went along, "Is there anything that I should know about the guy?"

"Well, based on the tales that you've told us about your brother. I think the fact that they're the same age and he still hasn't settled speaks for itself."

"My dear, if he's a knight, women are the ones who come to him."

"Exactly! It means he's been picky and arrogant. I bet he's a promiscuous man and with your beauty and grace My Lady, I'm sure he just wants you to boast his already inflated ego. You're quite reclusive and keep to yourself. I don't think he's the faithful type. Totally not the man you deserve, M'lady." Mylla ranted.

Morgana chuckled and fixed her silk bliaud, "Let me see him and judge for myself." She smiled and then proceeded to walk towards the study hall.

"M'lady, are you seriously going to meet him? You can't use your magic in case he does something inappropriate. For it will surely backfire when he will accuse you of threatening his life. Not to mention, I am no longer obligated to stay as a chaperone for you."

"Then do not close the door and you can have Madoc interrupt us." Morgana joked.

"M'lady! This is serious! How about you wear your mantle?" she calls out.

Morgan looked back and smirked. "Serve us some mead." and she continued to walk.

Mylla continues to follow her, instead of heading to the kitchen which is the other way. The two pass by the foyer and see a stranger standing there. The man looked at them and was just as shocked.

"Pardon me, but are you the Lady Morgan?" He asked whilst removing his cap.

"That's me," Morgana answered.

"Oh dear!" The manservant uttered. "Word around said that you are lovely and graceful. But M'lady, words fail for they weren't able to fully describe thee." He said in awe.