You call yourself a king?! No true king would speak in such a tactless manner. You are nothing more then a stray dog wearing the mantle of a ruler. My father may have been a foolish man who denied my rightful claim to the throne and who brought ruin to his people, but even he does not deserve such shameful words leveled against him!
[Mordred was angry, far angrier then she had been since her own death. To insult her was one thing, but to suffer her father with such language, that would simply not stand.
She may have hated him, but that did not mean she would stand by as others, those who had not earned the right to disparage him, spoke in such a manner. Her left hand reached for the bloody sword Clarent she kept upon her hip in a show of defiance.]
And yet you have the nerve to call me a mongrel, King of Kings. If you intend to keep this up, then draw your blade and we shall do battle. I will not stand for your treatment of my father!
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[Mordred was angry, far angrier then she had been since her own death. To insult her was one thing, but to suffer her father with such language, that would simply not stand.
She may have hated him, but that did not mean she would stand by as others, those who had not earned the right to disparage him, spoke in such a manner. Her left hand reached for the bloody sword Clarent she kept upon her hip in a show of defiance.]
And yet you have the nerve to call me a mongrel, King of Kings. If you intend to keep this up, then draw your blade and we shall do battle. I will not stand for your treatment of my father!