The-Ethereal-Swan

Mordred “You have to be good love, you hear?” Mordred turned to look up at his mother, when she spoke, nodding somewhat. They were heading to meet some friend of his mother’s, who according to her was very sad, because nobody wanted to talk to her and so she would pay a visit to hopefully cheer her up at least a little bit. Mordred knew she was a princess, but not the sort Eir was. Mom had said he was never to talk to people about the things Eir could do and also Eir had been pretty clear about it. Mordred didn’t quite understand why though. Granted, so far he only had met Eir and the doe kept claiming she was no princ