[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] Rapunzel's Tower 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan had been expecting this question somewhat - particularly given that she was still carrying the skull she had acquired in Merlin's tower in her bags. [color=silver]"I study their death. I determine how, when, and where they died - and by whose hand they were slain, if any. It's important to know these truths. Death is the only thing guaranteed in life."[/color] Megan did not add that she had always been fascinated by the dead - she even remembered now in Camelot as a small child, seeing a knight dying at a tournament, the red blood staining his garb gripping her senses. [color=silver]"I studied fencing in Kansas - the other world,"[/color] she then said, as to his question about the training. [color=silver]"But otherwise, no. Medical school was rather time consuming and I did not remember that I had been born to be a knight."[/color] To be a king. 

	Her father asked a more awkward and embarrassing question - if she fancied anyone. She had briefly caught feelings for one of their number, but it had felt like centuries since Megan had seen her, and those feelings had perished on the vine. [color=silver]"No, I do not. I don't know if I am the romantic type."[/color] That was somewhat of a lie. Megan did want romance. She just hadn't found anyone yet who wanted it with her. She wanted someone who would kiss her in the midst of a cemetery, whose eyes would dance with passion as they pressed their skin into the grave dirt, and who would whisper to her in tongues that had been long since thought extinct. 

	[color=silver]"But I suppose if I am to succeed you one day, Father, I will need a queen."[/color]