Title: Veiled honesty
Character/s:Arthur, Dragoon The Great, Gwen
Summary: Arthur and Dragoon continue talking. Some eyes see more clearly than others.
Word Count: ~550
Prompt: No. 283:insomnia (angst)
Author's Notes: Continuation of Trial and error
From shadows to light
It's nearly 1 am, and that is indeed a bad time to be posting... I must say I appreciate the irony though!
"You're his grandfather." Arthur clarifies.
"Merlin." The name leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. "You are Merlin's grandfather."
Dragoon studies at him, the familiar eyes – how had Arthur not noticed before? - gleam under the bushy eyebrows.
Arthur draws his breath.
"Interesting. You hold no ill feelings towards the woman? She never once warned you, but she must have known?"
"I believe she has suffered enough."
For a moment they stare at each other. Dragoon's fingers twitch around his staff. The king's sword arm is ready.
The question seems to take the old sorcerer by surprise before a wry smile spreads on his face.
The door leading to the queens chamber opens slowly, putting an end to their conversation and claiming the attention of both men. Before Arthur can voice a warning, the queen has come through to find her insomnia ridden husband and give him a piece of her mind.
Gwen startles, wraping her gown tighter over her long night dress, quickly adorning her regal pose as well as she can, while throwing an accusing stare at her husband.
Dragoon smirks at the king's wince. He steps away from the king before he bows to Camelot's queen.
“Your highness, my apologies for disturbing your rest. We had matters to discuss.”
“You never apologised for disturbing me,” Arthur interrupted, sounding like a petulant child even to his own ears.
“You were not resting.” Dragoon snaps back at him. “Matters decided alone at night are seldom wise. If I may, my queen." He moves towards her, reaching out a knobbly, wrinkled hand towards her and she offered hers in a cautious motion. He covered her hand with his. "I have been told it is the eyes that give it away."
She looks in confusion from their hands, to Arthur and back to Dragoon. Arthur seems hesitant but shows any signs of alarm, so she allows Dragoon to capture her gaze. She clasps her free hand over her mouth to quench a shocked gasp.
"He's Merlin's Grandfather," Arthur states calmly.
"Some eyes see clearer than others." Dragoon mumbles gently, yet loud enough for Arthur to hear. He stands a bit taller at this veiled praise - or as much praise as he's ever received from Dragoon despite their years of unwanted assistance, shaky truce and hostile alliance.
But Gwen clutches Dragoon's hands with both of hers like she is holding on to something dear.