Saturday, June 17, 2017

100 Words a Day 1082

Mordred sat next to Morgause, listening to his knight begging for mercy. Bored, he looked around. When he caught the slight frown on his mother’s face, he slammed his fist on the table.

“Enough!”

The knight fell silent, eyes downcast and chest collapsed in fear.

“Your excuses for your failures do not amuse us and the laws of the land will not be bent!”

Without waiting for a command from Mordred, his guards wrestled the man out of the hall.


The man forgotten, Mordred turned back to his mother. She was smiling. Her approval sent warm elation through his veins.

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