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*From a quiet and dark nook in the halls of the Camelot Parliament, you watch Mordred's encounter with her father. At first filled with hope for what could be, but ultimately shocked, horrified and angered by what has come to pass. Your heart heavy as you watch Artoria, the so called Hero of Britain, turning her back on the rightful heir to the Pendragon name, their only child.*
Mordred: You won't recognize me as your son? That is your answer, King of Knights?
*Mordred's voice trembling with shock and anguish, as Artoria, turns their back on Mordred, walking out of the room*
Mordred: I was...fine being in your shadow. But you never even once turned around to look me in the eye.
*Mordred outstretches her hands, her voice raising with anger*
Mordred: Why won't you acknowledge me! I'm going to destroy everything you've worked for, do you hear me!
*Mordred's voice filled with a blind fury, the likes of which you have never felt or heard before, screaming out at her father, as Artoria walks away without ever turning back. The great monarch seeming completely unfazed as the door closes behind her*
Mordred: AAAARRRTTHUUUR!
*As Mordred's anguished and furious cries echo throughout the halls of parliament you quickly rush to her side to give her your support and the advice that she needs, but most importantly your comfort*
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