The Man in The Cave

Chapter 17

"I just don't understand why do you think he's so wonderful, he's like any other thickheaded knight in Arthur's friend group" Emrys complained, crossing his arm as they peered through the window, Morgana with her hand on the edge of it, leaning her head against it. She sighed

"Is there really any reason why we like anyone? Aren't we all just beings that are condemned to love one another" She said, a sing song tune in her voice, looking at the black-haired knight that kept up with Arthur's sword fighting. She couldn't hear the metal clashing, but she was able to see the attention each paid to the other's movements.

"Isn't loving too much of a strong word?" Emrys scoffed.

"Perhaps" Morgana mumbled, looking how Arthur managed to disarm Lancelot. He held the sword to Lancelot's neck and then lowered it laughing as he patted the knight's shoulder. Morgana turned to Emrys watching the disgust in his face. "Why does it sit so badly with you that I take an interest in him? He's handsome, a knight, he's in Arthur's good graces, my age, surely there are many worse men out there, like you for example"

"Ha ha" Emrys rolled his eyes "Because after knowing you for so long, I think you can set yourself up to certain standards, standards, I'm sure Lancelot doesn't meet, I mean, look at him" Emrys waved his hand that reached beyond the window and shook it up and down. There was a scowl in his face. Morgana barely spared him a glance.

"I am looking at him, Emrys" she mumbled, her eyes focusing on Lancelot taking off his armor.

"You know what I mean" He blushed. His arms crossed over his chest as he leant on the window "How do you plan to get his attention anyways? Like I said, he's quite thickheaded, I'm afraid a helmet can only do so much"

Morgana couldn't help the laugh that came out when she heard Emrys' pitiful tone.

"Are you saying I can't get his attention?" Morgana rose an eyebrow, turning to him. She watched him swallow hard before he took a step back.

"What I'm saying is that his attention is not even worth getting" He dismissed quickly looking at the wall opposite from the window.

"You're just mad you're not my favorite person anymore" Morgana shrugged, rolling her eyes. Upon realizing the words that had escaped her lips she opened her eyes wide and pretended to continue paying attention to the knight's training.

"Are you saying I was your favorite person?" She could hear the cockiness in his voice, and she didn't have to turn to know there was every single trace of a teasing smile in his face.

"Well, it's not like I knew a lot of people, you just won by default" She tried to dismiss with a quick movement of the hand. Her heart briefly skipping a beat.

"What are you even planning to do to get sir honorable knight attentions?" he returned to their previous topic, and Morgana couldn't have been more grateful.

"Can't a lady keep a secret?" Morgana lifted an eyebrow.

"I suppose a lady can" he shrugged, leaning besides her. "It's a true shame that you are as much of a lady as I am a lord"

"Shut up" Morgana half smiled.

"If my word counts for anything, and I'm sure it does, only a fool would not pay attention to you"

"Are you being nice to me, Emrys?" Despite the teasing in her tone, Morgana smiled wholeheartedly.

"Well, I have to, I'm only nice to those I feel pity for, and there's nothing more pity-worthy than liking Lancelot"