Morgause

Pray you good tidings,

I am a proud mother of four of our Majesty Arthur's best knights. Pray their safe return, doth I not bear the mourn of the latter fate. My partner wed is  King Lot. The wretched traitor he is, joined vicious plots against my beloved half-brother, Arthur. Thus I had no choice in life but to show him an act of unfaithfulness. I laid with a fortuitous man, one of Arthur's knights. Thence, our own treachery was mistakenly revealed to my third Son. Aghast, he reached for a sword, exclaiming foul and belligerent words. I was slain, defenseless and an adulterer. Full of pity (I declare him a weak coward for this) he let my lover run free, to be punished by banishment. Pray his soul finds rest henceforth. Also, in my life, my king half-brother and I may have laid drunkenly together, alas, there is not a conclusion about that. Mead halls can be so confusing... One can never be too judgemental of another when copious servings of mead is involved.