Before I could turn the corner, Mordred grabbed my arm and pulled me into a dark hallway. His grip around my arm was secure. 

"Let me go." I pout.

"Not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me." He demands. I stare into his deep brown eyes and try not to blush. There was no denying Mordred's good looks despite my undying devotion to Arthur.

"Avoiding you?"I pretend to look surprised.

He waits for me to come up with a more fitting response. "I have been with Arthur? And even if I was avoiding you...What is it to you? We are not together."

He lifts a finger to my lip, dragging it down selfishly. My chest tightens as his intense brown eyes fixated on mine. He realizes the reality of our relationship and releases his grip. "You're right Oshun."

I felt bad. I knew Mordred was in love with me, not by his own account but because I stared into his eyes. He should have listened to me and not remove the blindfold.

"Are you and Lancelot close?" I ask him.

"Close enough. I would call us less than friends but more than acquaintances." He shrugs. I tiptoe to peek behind his shoulder before surveying the scene. I had to make sure no one was eavesdropping.  

"Can I trust you?"

"If you're asking me, doesn't that answer your question?"  he says.

"You confided in me that you wanted to kill Arthur"

"And have I killed him Oshun?"

"Not yet." I answer, "but it is still likely."

He frowns and looks past me. "I haven't told him we fucked" he brags.

"HEY! we never did anything as far as I am concerned!" I snapped.

"I will not tell anyone Oshun" He sighs.

"I have your word?" I make him say it again.

"You have my word."

And so I told him everything. How I was truly a goddess sent to save the earth...the drought..Lancelot...everything.

—-

"I fucking knew it" He chuckled, looking into my eyes. "The way your eyes glowed, your back filling up. I knew you were a goddess" He felt proud connecting the dots self-sufficiently.  He realizes my silence and clears his throat. "So Lancelot might be king? The rightful king?"

"Yes, in my vision he was holding Excalibur." He looks deep in thought and nods. "So what do you need from me?"

"I need a way to talk to Lancelot without him tuning me out. Before you came here, he and I were...well we had a more than cordial relationship."

"I see" Mordred nods.

 "His beloved Guinevere implanted poison into his mind and rumors about me."

"Only her?"

"Well, it didn't help that Arthur threatened him"  I bite back my smile remembering those intense and contentious times.

"Arthur is not in Gunivere's best grace which means he has no tangible power to convince her to tell Lancelot to meet with me or even believe my word. You have a closer relationship...so I figured"

"I use my relationship to convince him to meet with you." He shrugs. 

"Yes. And if you did help, I would be forever thankful" I put on a pretty pout.

He smirks and looks behind us. "I will see what I can do" 

_____

"So I told Mordred everything and--"

"Wait? You told him?" Arthur frowns, lifting my chin to face him. I was in his bed, resting in his warmth as we finished our latest escapade.

"He told me I could trust him"

"And you believed him...just like that?" He glares. "Oshun, you don't even know him. Since when were you and him so...cordial?" He sat up and leans against the head of the bed, obviously jealous of our relationship.

"I'm sorry Oshun..." he sighs, pulling me into his arms, "I keep thinking about how close your mission is coming to a close as we piece everything together and--" his voice trails before he kisses my forehead.

And as he held me in his arms, I contemplated whether to tell him of my intimate time with Mordred. Mordred was as good as a dead man if I told him but I couldn't let him know...

"Mordred and I fucked!" My mouth suddenly opened. There was no way to stop the reaction.

Arthur stopped kissing my neck and stared at me. "What?"

"He and I--"

"Don't repeat it" He fumed, separating from me instantly. 

"Arthur...I loved you too much to keep you in the dark"

"Bless your sanctimonious heart Oshun," He says mockingly. He pulls on his pants and stands.

"Arthur...it meant nothing! Every time I slept with him... I thought of you"

He let out a lazy chuckle and pulled on his blouse. "When" He asks.

"Does it matter Arthur, it happened"

"WHEN!" He shouted. 

I try to hold my tongue but again, I knew it best to tell him. I didn't want to leave on bad terms. "When you left to fight the dragon. Two weeks. Two maybe three times a day. My energy was low and..you were gone. I took advantage of my energy being low and I know it wasn't right. I stopped as soon as I knew you were in a coma" I frown. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the hurt and betrayal on Arthur's features.

He remained quiet, moving about the room to finish his dress. 

"Arthur say something...please"

"What more is there to say Oshun? I hurt you? I apologize. I gave up Guinevere. I gave up the others... I have changed for you! I told you I loved you. I told you I would move mountains for you Oshun?" He shouts. "And you go and run into the arms of a man that doesn't even love you!"

I am silent. He was right.

"I don't know what I can say...or do to even ask for your forgiveness but I meant every word. I love you Arthur"

He shakes his head, denying my words.

"No you don't" he challenged.

I walk over and grab his arms. "I do Arthur...I do! Please believe me"

He gently leads me away before storming out of the room.

Author Note:

You think Oshun was right for telling Arthur or should it have just been a secret she kept to the grave lol.