One With Nature 2

Just... Tired.

I know Bedivere's intentions are good, and he has a code of honor he needs to keep, but that didn't stop me from glaring at him as he revealed exactly what I told him to keep hidden.

"Impressive!" Artoria seemed pleased while Gawain, Tristan, and Lancelot seemed pleasantly surprised. The knights and captains around began talking amongst themselves. "I'm truly thankful to you for protecting Camelot. I'll personally make sure you are rewarded with-"

"No, just no," I stopped Artoria, raising my hands as I shook my head. "I did that on a whim out of boredom. Don't do this whole 'reward' thing. There's nothing you have that I need and I don't want some title of gratitude like 'honorary knight' or something amongst those lines. In fact, don't even tell anyone I did it. Spread word that you and your knights did that. This way Camelot will gain reputation amongst the parts of Britain that you didn't unite yet."

That seemed to survive everyone. Well, not EVERYONE, Agravain seemed to genuinely think of my idea, and seemed to see it as a strategic advantage.

"I don't understand," Artoria's confusion was clear on her face. "Why would you refuse credit for your deeds? I understand being modest, but you're outright denying your involvement altogether and passing the praise to someone else."

"Didn't you hear me? I just told you I did this on a whim," I insisted, trying to get this over with.

"That's not a reason to take credit for your deeds. I will not have do something as dishonorable as take praise meant for someone else," Artoria insisted back.

I groaned loudly. "Here's the thing, how about you keep this hidden until tomorrow? Tonight, you and I are gonna have a talk, and then you decide if you keep this a secret or not."

Artoria, obviously, didn't seem pleased, but nodded nonetheless. "Very well."

This is going to be a long night.

Third POV:

Morgan burst through the doors of her room, her veil doing nothing to hide the heat of her furious glare.

Non dared to disturb the queen after her return for her bad mood was obvious after burning the guard that greeted her back at the gates. She simply marched into her quarters with people practically running away from her path.

Morgan's anger was directed at several factors. Her sister, her husband, and the Green Knight. Her husband failed to fight back her sister -she never intended for him to win but she simply didn't care at the moment- and her sister gained more reputation with people after pushing back King Lot and his men.

And then there was this mysterious Green Knight that thwarted her attack at Camelot. Morgan never intended to win that battle, in fact she was hoping most the soldiers would die within the city, but they never even got close to their goal because of the knight.

"My, my, you seem to be in a bad mood," Morgan directed her glare at the mirror of her room.

In the reflection was a being with similar appearance, only with white ropes and no veil, with hair flowing down like water and the same color as a peaceful lake.

"Silence, fairy!" Morgan yelled at her other half. "I have no desire to waste time on your quips!"

"Oh, and I was under the impression you have some free time now that another plan of yours ended in failure," Vivian replied with, smirking at her evil half.

"It was you!" Morgan furiously pointed at the reflection in the mirror. "You sent that person to watch over that wretched sibling of mine!"

"Typical. Blaming others for your failures," Vivian scoffed, sneering in disdain at her other half. "If I had authority to command such a being, I would ask them to take care of Vortigern, not you."