Third of the four Yuletide stories I wrote this time, this one is a first person POV. Mordred muses on his role in the great tragedy of the court, but the question remains whose tragedy it is.
( When you are born already damned, you do not get many choices other than to become the villain. I am a bastard, in every sense of the word, and if that is to be my role, then I might as well embrace it whole-heartedly. I never do things by halves. )
( When you are born already damned, you do not get many choices other than to become the villain. I am a bastard, in every sense of the word, and if that is to be my role, then I might as well embrace it whole-heartedly. I never do things by halves. )