[ Mordred, to her credit, pauses and thinks about the proposal. It would be really nice to have an open conversation about father for once. It's not as if they'll ever be close no matter how hard she works...

The moment is fleeting however, and she snaps, showing her usual colours that everyone has come to know. ]

W-What makes you think I wanna hear about father?! To hell with that!

[ mordred, you literally just asked... ]

Both you and our king just care about where I come from... my face, the spell, I could never be more than that! But even with this cursed life, I surpassed the king!!