[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan nodded slightly at Arthur's apology, trying to will herself to feel more comfortable and at ease, but she was still unbelievably tense. She didn't know how to talk to this person. She had never considered the fact that she'd ever meet her biological parents and while she had some time to warm up to the idea that her father was King Arthur... This was all still sudden. Megan thought she would've had a small heads-up that they were about to meet King Arthur, that was what happened in movies, it was all announced, all prepared for, she would've been able to breathe. [color=silver]"My.... You mean Lady Guinevere,"[/color] Megan asked, although it wasn't really a question. 

	What did she even know about Lady Guinevere? Megan ordinarily wasn't the type to really blurt out her thoughts as they happened, usually doing some more careful selection, but she was incredibly thrown by everything going on here. [color=silver]"Did you ever get a paternity test?"[/color] Megan asked. [color=silver]"Because of, you know, Lancelot - I'm guessing he's real too, right? Be a bit odd if he wasn't."[/color] She then realized she was still brandishing a sword so Megan, somewhat awkwardly, returned excalibur to its sheath.