Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30887024-20171019224436/@comment-30887024-20171025122930

"What kind of queen will you be?" Maureen demanded. She could already tell that Meredith had the makings of a proper monarch, underneath all that resentment and bitterness. It was a rhetorical question Maureen muttered under her breath.

She shook her head, "No, Meredith. The most of me... doesn't want that. Do you punish children for being scared of the dark? I could have left that tower any time I wanted. But I had my father waiting every night behind a door I could have melted away. That tower became my home, and as alone as I was, it was nothing. Camelot deserves nothing. Nothing is what they will get."

Judgement, true and fair, was a necessity for all good rulers. As of this moment, Meredith Le Fay didn't appear to have much of it. But stars forbid if Maureen couldn't change that. She was destined to be the royal adviser, the wisdom of the throne.

"I've shown you who I am, Meredith," Maureen said, "I've let go of my past years ago. It defines me, but I won't let that tower be my destiny. I'm better than the people of Camelot. The question is, Meredith, are you? Will you do to them, just as they did to you? You will sink to their level, and prove to them that they were right to banish you? Do you think you're better than Camelot?"