The Daggers of Disorder

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Well that had all gone very well indeed. Arthur and his friends were locked in the dungeons, Morgause was keeping happy knowing that their spy, the Lady Morgana, had led them to this outcome and had not failed them. In Cenred’s view, Morgause had a lot of respect for Morgana – rightfully so, they were sisters of evil after all.

Many things had been spoken of the Lady Morgana before Morgause had even walked into her life. Cenred heard the gossip as it spread. She was apparently rather beautiful, with the looks of her mother and the charm that could befall any man within half a mile of her. Cenred hadn’t exactly been interested in anything to do with the Pendragons, so when Morgause had casually slipped into conversation that Morgana was her sister – he wasn’t surprised if the young woman was going to be compromised into bringing down Uther. Why she had done more so now was beyond his thoughts. He knew that the raven-haired beauty must have her own reasons – then again, it wasn’t that hard to hate Uther Pendragon.

One thing that had made Cenred’s brows rise that day was when Morgana, along with Arthur, Gwen and some boy called Merlin, was brought to him. He’d given Morgause a look as to ask why she was here too, and her acting skills? Well the next time he saw her, he had to make sure to congratulate her on her astonishing performance, playing the hateful lady who wanted nothing more than to see him dead.

He was stood at the window; Morgause was most probably plotting with her sister to even bother coming to him and expressing how satisfying it was to have such a plan go so right.
Cenred could only keep watch over his kingdom from his window, taking a sip from his goblet every so often.
It was more than satisfying, and although he and Morgause would usually argue over the outcomes of many of their plans – this would, he knew, they would defiantly agree on.

Timeline: Season 3
Setting: Castle of Fyrien
Tagged: Morgana Le Fay

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While it was, admittedly, the last job in the world she wanted right now, Morgause had insisted. Her sister had insisted Morgana be the one who speak with Cenred while she saw to it that this plan of theirs continued on without a hitch. Morgana wondered why when it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Cenred was enamoured with Morgause. Then again, perhaps that was why. As far as she knew, which was quite extensively as they were sisters, Morgause had never been enamoured with anyone. But her sister was beautiful, so it wouldnt surprise her if this wasnt the first time someone had given her unwanted attention.

Personally, Morgana didnt like Cenred. Yes, she had to tolerate him since he was, at the moment, an important part of their plans, but acting like she hated him hadnt been as hard as one might think. So the fact she was now being shown into a room, where he was stood by the window, by a guard didnt exactly rank high on her list of favourite things. Morgause had said she would be along shortly. Hopefully by 'shortly' she meant 'any moment now'.

If she had her way, they wouldnt need Cenred anymore. They would just kill Arthur and be done with it. Now what was she supposed to say? Hi? Morgause sent me? I dont like you?

All these possibilities ran through her mind before she settled on the one she figured got to the point quick enough. "Information or not, it would be best to kill Arthur now while we have the chance," Morgana said without any reservations.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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He heard the doors to the throne room open and footsteps on the stone floor. He already knew it would most likely be – after all, the one who would come to him was Morgause, however he was surprised to hear Morgana’s voice, strong and demanding as it seemed.

"Information or not, it would be best to kill Arthur now while we have the chance,"

He turned on his heel slowly to face her. “Unlike you and your sister I don’t think with my sword – killing Arthur now wouldn’t do us any favours, I don’t go charging in without assessing the situation first.” He growled. He knew Morgana held a certain and probably the most unimaginable hatred for him. He didn’t care though because he knew that once she was on the throne of Camelot then the pair of them wouldn’t even have to cross paths again.

“And what’s your excuse? Arthur is hardly going anywhere in a locked cell with only that stupid servant for company” he carried on, “and I’ve already spoken to him about more ‘important’ matters” a small smirk formed on his lips, he had really wound Arthur up throughout the whole of that conversation, picking that the tiniest details that would ensure the deepest sting. One delicate subject was that of the girl, Guinevère, whom Cenred knew carried a very large torch for Arthur. Visa versa so he’d discovered.

Cenred plonked himself down on his throne and gestured at the other vacant chair for Morgana to take a seat. Usually he and Morgause would sit there for ages plotting or just voicing their hatred for Camelot – in this case it seemed that with he and Morgana it would be hatred for one another. “I suppose Morgause sent you? You didn’t have to say yes y’know,” he told her, judging by the constant scowl that seemed plastered across the delicacy of her ivory face. He took one of the two newly refilled goblets from a guard and took a long sip – this conversation, however would probably be the death of him.

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Morgana resisted, barely, the urge to do something very unlady-like when Cenred practically insulted her sister and herself. If she did think only with her sword, she'd simply have slit Arthur's throat while he slept. But there was a bigger picture here, one Cenred clearly didnt understand. Another reason he was lucky she didnt think with her weapon alone. "Do you know how many people have boasted the same way? 'Oh he's harmless. He's locked away...'," Morgana sneered, pitching her voice lower to imitate any of the moronic people who had underestimated Prince Arthur.

"Tell me Cenred, would you like to join their ranks?" she inquired sarcastically, rolling her eyes at his latter comment. So he'd tormented him. So what? If anything, Cenred had probably only pissed Arthur off. Which was worse since a pissed off Arthur, while stupid sometimes, was relenteless and even more persistent.

Making her way over to the other chair, Morgana took a seat, displaying those graces which had been instilled in her since her childhood in Camelot began. "What makes you think I said yes?" she replied with a smirk, reaching for the other goblet. She didnt drink from it immediately though. She wasnt a fool. Once Cenred had sipped from his, she took one herself. "Morgause said she would be along shortly," she added a mmoment later.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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Cenred contemplated Morgana’s words. Strong and full of hate – then again, she’d only learnt from the best that was her sister. He raised an eyebrow. “And what should you suggest we do with him? Apart from running him through? Surely you of all people would like to watch him suffer slowly?” He knew that whatever hate Morgana had for Uther, she now had for Arthur. “I’d be more than glad for you to participate in making that happen, but im not about to kill him without getting some satisfaction from it first, there are still many things that I have to say to him – rather unpleasant things that he’s defiantly not going to like” he smirked.

He watched her disapproving look, “Obviously you don’t agree? You don’t think that I should have tormented him”. He knew that Morgana wouldn’t listen to him anyway. “Fine” he sighed, “you have your way – he dies at sundown, and we’ll make sure that everyone knows of it”.

Morgana’s politeness only made Cenred wonder even more if she was mocking him. He’d rather she hadn’t joined Morgause, but of course, Morgause being Morgause had told him of the benefits that Morgana could bring to them both. “She’s a friend of Camelot” he’d raged at the sorceress in an earlier conversation. Morgause had somehow managed to talk him into it all and now he was kicking himself inside for it. Cenred hated weakness, especially when he felt it in himself. Not that he’d admit that.

“Well you wouldn’t have come to me just for a chat” he grunted at Morgana’s question, they both hated one another and yet they were sat here acting like they wanted to talk. He saw Morgana hesitate as he drank from his goblet. He rolled his eyes, “I haven’t poisoned it, if that’s what you’re thinking” he rolled his eyes impatiently, “do you think I’d still be alive if I had? Besides, I’ve no reason to kill you”.

His brows raised more when Morgana added that Morgause would appear any time soon. “Why should you think that I care about where your ‘darling’ sister is?” he asked, giving her a knowing look.

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"As much as seeing Arthur in agony would please me, the anguish and pain on Uther's face upon hearing of his death would please me more," Morgana replied, a cold smirk on her face as she swirled the liquid in her goblet. She let out a calculated laugh as Cenred looked at her disapprovingly and questions if she agree'd or not. "By all means, torment him. But dont drag it out. One thing I've learnt is that when you poke the bear, be prepared to finish it off or it's your head instead," she countered, giving him a pointed look.

"Arthur is stubborn on a good day and bloody minded on a bad," the dark haired female mused. She knew Arthur perhaps better than anyone, even his own father. She grinned when Cenred relented. She'd prefer it be done now, but it seemed Cenred too has his stubborn streak. Men. If anything, Morgana trusted Cenred even less than he must trust her. She knew Morgause was the only person in the world she could wholly trust now.

"No I did not," Morgana conceeded. "But its a nicer alternative to sitting here and glaring at one another, don't you think?" she chuckled and raised an eyebrow as Cenred pointed out her hesitation to drink. "Forgive me for not believing you, but I had to learn that lesson the hard way," she replied as she lowered the goblet from her lips, clearly not meaning a word. That statement brought up memories of Merlin and his deception. So concerned he'd seemed even as he poisoned her. She'd looked at him in horror and he'd just remained silent as she choked on her breath. Her trust in him had been shattered that day.

At least with Cenred, she conceeded, there was no pretense. They knew they hated one another and they made no secret of it. Simplicity, how refreshing it was. "If you drooled over her any more you were going to start a puddle growing."

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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Cenred couldn’t help but chuckle at Morgana’s satisfaction of seeing Uther’s face at the news of Arthur’s death. “My, my – you certainly have turned over a new leaf” he commented and drunk a little more, seeing that she was still pondering on whether he’d poisoned her or not. “Quite an improvement if I may say so” he leant forward towards her, “Between you and me, we both know you’ve always wanted more than to play the beloved ward to the serpent”. After all, no one with beauty and a skilled mind like the Lady Morgana’s could be left as innocent. She was playing her part well and for once Cenred was starting to think that perhaps Morgause had been right about her.
He could see the look on her face. She didn’t trust him one bit. If anything – Cenred knew that if he looked in the mirror know his expression would just be the same as hers.

He raised his goblet at her comment, “Like father, like son then”. He wiped his mouth and looked at her, eyes narrowed slightly. “So come on then…why did you choose to play a part in our plan? There must be more to it than just the satisfaction of hurting Uther. Morgause must have been very persuasive”

He looked at her knowingly. “Given the choice many a man would gladly sit here and glare at you all day my lady”. He finally sat her drink from her goblet, “Many of my people have to – it doesn’t surprise me that you should have been suspicious of my offer, but I wouldn’t worry” he smirked, “it’s not you I want to kill”. He said this last part quite coldly. Cenred never bore any emotion, it wasn’t in his nature – an emotional king spilt rumours of him being weak, and that would never do. To survive in this world you had to be as strong as you could be. Even Morgana would know that.

Cenred looked up on the mention of him drooling. “You sister cannot help that she is a beautiful woman, but I have no interest in that matter. It’s her wicked way that invites me in” he mused, “I even see some of that in you. She’s taught you well”.

If Morgana wanted to chide in a subtle way then two could play at that game… Cenred – 1, Morgana – 1

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"Uther has been tyrant to Camelot and it's people, all its people, for far too long. Naivety serves nobody and everyone would be better off if he were dead," Morgana replied automatically. Yes, she honestly believed that, though her motives had become somewhat less noble more recently. Now, she just wanted to punish Uther for what he had done to her. He had made her fear herself and that was something Morgana would never forgive him for. And then, to deny her who she really was, to lie to her all her life like that... He would pay with his life for it.

As Cenred asked about her motives, she smiled at him and mirrored his leaning forward in her seat. "Uther made me frightened of myself and I will never forgive him for it," she replied. Okay so she had told half the truth, but telling Cenred she was Uther's daughter wasn't a smart idea. Even if he didnt immediately spread the word, which would be bad, she didnt want him having any kind of leverage over her... well, anymore than he currently had.

"Aren't you just the charmer," Morgana chuckled, leaning back now, goblet in hand. She raised an eyebrow at his cold tone. Maybe Cenred and Uther had more of a history than the King had let on. Then again, he was a liar and a deciever. There was probably a lot about Camelot that Uther lied about.

"Im sure she will be thrilled to hear she is so pleasing to you," the lady commented dryly. From what she had seen, her sister entertained the King, but didnt appear to actually care for him. Not that Morgana cared. Whom her sister got involved with wasnt her concern. Camelot and Uther were. "I will take that as a compliment," she added, tilting her goblet to him in mock thanks.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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Cenred couldn’t agree more with Morgana’s words. Everyone knew about Uther and his petty ways. He seemed to even be afraid of his own shadow. “And I suppose you would do better as his successor than Arthur – after all it was you who practically allowed them to walk right into our trap”. He replied, “Queen Morgana sounds far better suited with the ‘of Camelot’ stuck on the end”.

He wasn’t surprised when she explained how Uther had made her feel during her time in Camelot – it was common knowledge to Cenred that if Uther found out what Morgana was capable of, he’d most likely kill her no matter what connection she was. “Frightened?” he chuckled, “Uther Pendragon couldn’t even frighten a mouse let alone a grown woman – then again I suppose we all can be a little manipulative when we want to be” he mused. “But in my view my lady? I don’t see why you should have been frightened by him at all”.

“I aim to please” he sat back and smirked at Morgana’s branding of him as a ‘charmer’, even if her words did hold slight sarcasm, “but I can see that you think im mocking you – I’m not”.

Morgana raised her glass to the compliment he’d given her, Cenred raised his. It seemed though that if either of them had their way then they would both be holding daggers to one another’s throats right now. Chivalry wasn’t a part of Cenred’s character and both he and Morgana knew that game that they were playing was one of just pure mockery. “Pleasing to me or not – both of our priorities lie in the business side of it all, surely you of all people knew that?” he told her.
He knew that Morgana was thinking that Morgause could wrap Cenred around her little finger in an instant, but he wanted to make her fully aware of just how committed he was to playing his part in their plans.

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Morgana's face hardened a little as Cenred mentioned Arthur. A long time ago, she would have believed he could be a better king than his father, but she had been naive and innocent then. "Uther poisons everything he touches with his hatred of magic. Including his son. Arthur has marched many a person to the executioners block on behalf of his father. No matter what he might say, it would only take one mistake, one misuse, one accident and Arthur would become his father all over again."

"How can a King be just or claim to know his people when he can never know what it is like to have a gift you didn't ask for? That allows to do things no mortal can do?" she asked rhetorically. "A good ruler of magic and man Arthur will never be while he is Uther Pendragon's son." It sounded fanciful to even her own ears, but deep, deep down under her anger and rage at her father, Morgana believed what she said to be true. She didnt expect Cenred to understand. Still, she grinned and quirked an eyebrow. "Queen Morgana of Camelot sounds good."

"Uther himself is just a man, he does not frighten me, but I was naive and uncertain. We both know what he would do to me if he were to discover the truth. Before I embraced who I was, losing my life for something I couldn't control scared me," Morgana explained, though a part of her wondered why on earth she was telling this to Cenred of all people. Perhaps it was that she knew exactly where they stood. There was no pretense, no lie. Just stark, blunt, harsh truth. "He holds no power over me anymore."

"Whatever personal affairs you conduct with my sister are not my concern. So long as they do not threaten our plans, I am happy for the pair of you to see each other in whatever light you so choose," she commented with a smile. She fell silent then for a few moments, considering this entire situation. "However foreign the idea, strangely I think this is the most honest conversation I've had with anyone besides my sister in a long time. If you were to give me your back, I would probably drive a knife into it. And I'd expect nothing less if I did the same.... Oddly it is.... nice," the lady said with a frown, as if she found her own words hard to understand.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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Cenred wasn’t surprised when Morgana told him about Arthur. “I suppose as the saying goes – like father, like son.” he replied, “and having Uther for a father doesn’t exactly sound like a family portrait in the making. Especially now that you’ve decided to turn against him. I applaud you – why didn’t you do it years ago?” he asked. Surely this had been on the cards for a while, either that or Morgause had been a brilliant impact on Morgana’s future. Then again, Morgause was a remarkable woman.

“Uther is a hypocritical man – surely you of all people know that my lady?” Cenred cocked his head to one side. “And do you really expect Arthur to be a good ruler when Uther is out of the picture?” he frowned, “you of all people have been telling me to kill him while I have the chance, and now you’re sitting here practically implying that you believe he will prove a far better ruler than his father?”

Cenred nodded in agreement with Morgana at the sound of her regal title, that she would inherit in the end. “It all sounds so tempting, doesn’t it?” he smirked, and got up standing behind her chair and leaning down beside her ear, “Like the forbidden fruit”.

He leant against the back of her chair and couldn’t help but laugh at her next words, “He is a crumbling corpse in my view”. It was true. Cenred was glad to hear that Morgana was so adamant that Uther couldn’t control her any longer. “Im glad to hear of it – and I think I speak for both myself and your sister on that part. After all perhaps now the tables shall turn, and you shall hold a power over anyone you choose to”.

He took the jug and refilled her goblet, not caring whether she’d drunk any of the last or not. He filled his own goblet and then sat back down opposite Morgana again.

“Well I doubt it comes as a surprise that we are both expressing our dislike for one another in different ways – I agree with you on that though. If I were you I would most likely want to kill me – just for the satisfaction of knowing it were possible. I wouldn’t drive the knife into you just yet my lady, after all – you are proving too valuable to myself and your sister”.

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"It may surprise you to know Cenred, but it has been a long time since I was the loving ward Uther believes me to be," Morgana replied before she tilted her head. "Almost three years in fact," she added, smiling. She hadn't realised it had been so long since her first attempt on Uther's life. "He executed a man for simply being seen with a sorcerer, let along doing magic, and I told him there was blood on his hands that would never wash off. He locked me in the dungeon, so I sought out the sorcerer and contracted him to kill the King." Morgana looked at the remaining liquid in her goblet as she spoke, remembering Gwen's father and Tauren. She'd been a fool for stopping him. "They failed," she finished, taking another sip.

Morgana frowned and chuckled at Cenred's questions. "A stable boy could be a better King than Uther. While even Arthur would be better, he would still not be the ruler Camelot needs," she replied. "Lift the ban he may, but magic users will always walk on eggshells, never knowing what could turn it all back the way it is now. Under my rule, magic users would never have to hide."

"Forbidden fruit does taste the sweetest when stolen from another," Morgana replied, glancing at Cenred with a seductive smile. She had no intention of seducing the King, but if he was trying to unnerve her, it would take more than that. "Then again, who said anything about it being forbidden? I may not be heir through title, but I am an heir nonetheless through blood."

"Power over anyone," the lady mused. She liked the sound of that. "And of course Camelot and Escetia will no longer be enemies once I take the throne," she added, finishing off her goblet just before Cenred refilled it. She gave a small incline of her head in thanks, she did have manners after all. "A toast then," Morgana suggested, lifting her now full goblet into the air. "To our continued usefulness to one another."

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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The conversation was growing rather interesting by the minute. Not only were they basically acting chivalrous when both of them really wanted to run the other through, but it seemed that Morgana was starting to tell him things that she most likely wouldn’t have done should they have not had a sit down and a few glasses of wine.

“It doesn’t surprise me in the least that you have wanted Uther dead for a while – that is something we both share. What made the sorcerer fail? Don’t tell me that Uther managed to execute him before his plan was carried out” he wouldn’t put it past Uther to sniff out any kind of magical being in Camelot. He hadn’t put it past Morgana to turn to sorcery as the he result of seeing him fall either. After all she was in league with Morgause now was she not? How advantageous to have a sister who had powers.

He snorted at her stable boy comment, “Very well put” he gave a nod of approval, “and a Camelot under your rule is a far better one than under Uther’s – and I give you my word on that. You know my allegiance lies with you and your sister, so should Escetia form alliegance with Camelot then im sure it would be worthwhile”.

She flashed him a seductive smile. Well, well, she was playing a game – just like her sister. If Morgana was trying to act the minx then it was most certainly working. He looked at her and smirked, “Even better” he agreed, “in the eyes of some people though, they see you as a forbidden fruit my lady – juicy and sumptuous with that small speck of poison to break them down should you wish it. Do not take this as an offence, it is more a compliment – and for me those are very rare” he said almost huskily.

Cenred raised his glass, “To the fall of Uther Pendragon, and the rise of a phoenix”. He said his own version as they toasted and he took a sip – watching Morgana over the rim of his goblet.

[mysery]

How best to word it and not show the weakness that her lack of judgement that day made her feel? If she hadn't stopped Tauren, hadn't felt herself waver in her desire to see Uther dead, the King would have been no more. Warrior he may once have been, now he was just an old man, barely able to wield a sword. "There was inerferrence," Morgana replied finally, taking another drink from her cup. "But I dealt with the party who made that mistake." And dealt with her she had. It hadnt taken long after Uther's bare escape that Morgana had realised the mistake she had made. He wasnt sorry and he hadn't changed.

The lady couldn't help but grin as Cenred agreed with her. Then again, she wouldn't have expected anything different. Escetia and Camelot, Cenred and Uther, had been enemies for as long as she could remember. Uther most certainly never had anything nice to say about the other King. Why should Cenred play the better man then? "I'm sure he would think the same of you, but you lack his biggest fault," she commented, her grin remaining in place. "Uther possesses a great deal of pride, and it will be his downfall. Believe in himself so much does he that he is blind to all else."

"People choose to see what they wish," Morgana countered. "Or what I allow them," she added, giving Cenred a devilish smirk. And didnt those words have a double meaning... "And I thank you for the compliment dear King. All women, whether a pricness or a peasant, likes to hear her beauty is appreciated." Yes, vain it may sound, but Morgana was beyond playing the modest, dutiful little lady. She could look however she so chose now and she would be proud of that. Why should she be modest when for many years others had proclaimed her beautiful? When Uther Pendragon fell, everyone would know it had been her and Morgause that had accomplished it.

"And may he burn on the way down," Morgana added to Cenred's proclaim, lifting her goblet to her lips. She held Cenred's gaze across her own as well.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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Cenred listened to her story with great interests. “I tend not to let interferences get in my way,” he stated, “What stopped you from killing him before?”. If that were him he would’ve run Uther through a million times over and still not felt any satisfaction.

"Uther possesses a great deal of pride, and it will be his downfall. Believe in himself so much does he that he is blind to all else."

“That's what happens with old age” Cenred mused at Morgana’s words. “Makes the mind become so self centred – I almost feel sorry for him”

He bowed his head at her and his eyes met her smirk, he mirrored this. “I can see more people yielding to you than they ever would to Uther – you just have to use certain methods and soon they are on their knees at your feet – it’s been tried and tested. After all, would Queen Morgana want her kingdom running amok with the followers of Uther Pendragon?” he quizzed.

Cenred nodded “It is the truth my lady – whether you think im only saying it just to wrap you around my little finger or not, which I can assure you, I am not” he told her. Morgana hated him enough as it was without being wrapped.

"And may he burn on the way down,"

“And never stop when hitting rock bottom” Cenred chuckled and took a large slug of his wine. Now that thought felt incredibly good! He was still watching her when drinking; she had an incredible aura to her that screamed ‘Queen’ already.

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Morgana cast her mind back to that time which seemed like so long ago.

For that little while she had believed Uther to be truly repentant for his actions, but by the time she had come to realise the truth, other things had demanded her attention in her life. "I became preoccupied with the discovery that I had a sister in the world when I believed myself alone," she replied eventually. Morgause had become everything to her now. "And we tried to kill him. We would have succeeded too but someone I trusted attempted to kill me. He poisoned me and then used the antidote as leverage to get my sister to halt our attack." And that anger at Merlin still burned as strong today as it had in those few days after her recovery. When she took the throne, she would make him suffer the pain of a slow, agonising death by poisoning and enjoy as he suffered as she had.

She smirked then. "I dont. Uther is reaping the rewards of his hipocricy and evil deeds. His sanity is a small price to pay for everybody he has murdered and the pain he has wrought," the lady said, her voice hard. Her own life was a prime example. All the suffering and lies that had poisoned her family from before her birth.

"When I become Queen of Camelot, I will stamp out all resistance and make sure the people know who is their leader now," Morgana vowed, tilting her head as her smirk persisted. "That was only thing Uther Pendragon ever taught me. Other than that he cannot be trusted, one must eliminate all threats if they do not wish to be murdered in their sleep. Too bad he is a blind fool."

"Manipulation doesn't suit you Cenred. One of your few admirable qualities is your directness," the dark haired female chuckled. It may have been a thinly veiled insult, but it was true. She admired that he didn't bother pretending with her. She lent her head back against the back of her chair and looked at the King. "Don't ever change," she added softly.

She didn't drink often, but Morgana felt she could use a little 'pick me up' at that moment, so she too swallowed a large gulp of the wine. Couldn't get drunk though. She did have a charade to keep up when she inevitably returned to Camelot. Hopefully on her own if all went to plan.

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Setting: Cenred's Castle

Tag: Cenred

Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien

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