Lessons to be Learned

[mysery]

It wasnt her fault. It really, really, really wasnt her fault. Wasnt it common knowledge among adults that you didnt leave things lying around within the reach of the smaller members of society? True, most people were taught not to touch anything they shouldnt, but really. When it was a pretty purple, and sparkling, and bubbling and right there, what else did they expect a twelve year old girl to do? And besides, she'd never spent any time in the court physician's chambers before. Gaius had always come to see her because King Uther refused to let her leave her bed if she showed any sign of any kind of illness or injury. She wasnt a doll that would break if touched, but her guardian seemed not to understand that.

But, back to the point at hand, it hadnt been her fault that she'd touched the bubbling vial of pretty liquid and ended up making it explode. It had splattered everywhere, coating the table, and herself, with a fine sheen of the stuff, but the explosion had also singed off most of what she considered to be her eyebrows. Of course, little lady Morgana hadnt known that at the time.

Gaius had chosen that moment to return and found her. He did that quirking eyebrow thing of his, and she simply stood there, chin raised, in the middle of the mess. Wasnt much point in denying it was there? With nary a word, the older man had sat her down, cleaned her up, and patched the small red patch on her hand before advising her it was probably best not to touch things in his chambers again, which she'd promised never to do again.

Then, she'd left and gone on her merry way, skipping along. Then had come Arthur. Oh, Arthur. They'd only been passing, he on his way to something or other, and she on her way back to her chambers, when he'd looked at her oddly. She'd demanded to know what, and he'd touched his eyebrow, grinned and opened his mouth to speak before being ushered away suddenly. When she returned to her chambers, she'd seen it in her vanity mirror.

She had no eyebrows! She was mortified to say the least, and had spent the last few days hiding out in her rooms. Her friend Gwen, who was also her servant, had been sympathetic and assurred her they would come back, and Morgana had vowed she was never going to leave her room until they did. Uther had tried to talk her out, and hadnt succeeded. So had Gaius. No luck. Nobody could get her out.

And only one person remained to try.

Arthur. And going by the confident knock at her door while she sat by her window announced his arrival before the doors almost burst open and in he came.


Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur's dream had come true! . . . Not that he dreamed about an eyebrowless Morgana. It was more so about the ammo; about the material he now had to ridicule her with. Only days ago he had encountered her in the hall, noticing something was different. It took a few seconds before having realized that her eyebrows had completely vanished! He had burst out laughing, and had not truly stopped since then. In the following days, it had been rather difficult to keep a straight face. He would be in the middle of a council meeting, and all of a sudden, he would start smiling and chuckling to himself. Sometimes, it was to the point where he had to excuse himself from the room. His father was clearly irritated by his immaturity, but even his father's lectures to behave himself did not stop the young prince from continuing to laugh and mock his adoptive sister.

When Morgana had first come here, he had mixed feelings about her presence. The only thing that had made her presence bearable was the fact that he drove her insane -- as a slightly older brother was meant to do -- and she returned the favor, which was less satisfying to him. Yet, he enjoyed the constant teasing and sibling rivalry that the two continuously engaged in. Which was precisely why these past few days, and the following days -- or however long it would take for her eyebrows to grow back -- would be the most amusing time . . . for him! Probably not for her. She was the kind of girl who loved getting dressed up, and enjoyed attention from others. Now, she was confined to her chambers because she had no eyebrows!

Arthur laughed to himself, unable to resist the urge any longer. He made his way to her chambers, and knocked on the door -- though the politeness would be short lived -- as he did not wait for an answer before bursting in. He knew she would not want him here, and that was exactly why he was here. He looked at her, using all the strength inside of him to hold back his laughter. He casually strolled up to her, acting as if everything was normal. "Lady Morgana. I have not seen you for a couple of days now," he said all too nonchalantly. He was just building this up, or waiting for himself to explode from all the pent up laughter. Either way, the ridicule was coming soon enough!

[mysery]

Morgana was, for one part, slightly glad that Guinevère was off running errands for her currently, as she wouldnt wish the presence of her oaf of an adoptive brother on anyone. And especially when said oaf clearly was trying too hard not to laugh. She had her back to him as she looked out the window, but she could practically hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke. How she had, for even one moment when she first arrived, thought him handsome or charming completely mystified her. One really couldnt judge a book by its cover it seemed. The worst part of this whole situation was that, she couldnt even rebut him on the idea of whatever he was using as ammunition being false. She actually had no eyebrows!

Come to think of it, she was somewhat surprised he hadnt come barrelling into her chambers the moment he'd been released from whatever duty he'd been ushered away for in the corridor the other day. That was more like the snot nosed, bully Arthur she had come to expect from him. Morgana decided not to deign his words, which were clearly not as innocent as they appeared, with a reply and simply turned and walked over to her table. She had had Gwen brush her hair away from the vanity since she'd made her discovery, despite her friend saying they would come back. Morgana didnt want to be reminded of it every five seconds. She wasnt so bad as to have ordered the mirror covered up though, and now she was glad for it. No need to give Arthur the impression it bothered her anymore than appeared.

"Dont you have somewhere to be Arthur?" she said airily. "Like say, getting outshone by your Knights?" There was classic Morgana. Right for the ego. If one thing could piss Arthur off like no other it was challenging his skills, not that he had any in her opinion. He was a Prince. Of course his sparring partners let him win. They lost their titles, or worse, their heads if they didnt. He couldnt fight his way out of a broom closet as far as she was concerned.

Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was in such a great mood, that her sarcasm and short remarks did not phase him in the slightest. Just one glance at her face, and he was immediately amused. How long would they take to grow back? Oh wouldn't it be a hilarious thought if they didn't grow back at all! The thought made him almost laugh, until he restrained himself again. All this withheld laughter was surely going to make him burst But in the moment, it would be worth it. He had days to ridicule her, for since all of her eyebrows were gone, even when they were half grown, it would still be funny! It would still be worth mocking! He had no idea how her servant ever kept a straight face when tending to her. Then again, maybe that's why she wasn't here. Maybe she had to take a break because -- like him -- she was having trouble holding in her laughter. She was probably letting it all out and then composing herself when in Morgana's presence once again. Yes! That must be it!

Arthur watched her walk about, as he took a few more steps towards her, being so casual. Trying to pretend that there was nothing ridiculously amusing about her appearance. "Don't you have important things to do, like brushing your hair?" Arthur's comment was sarcastic, as he often made fun of her brushing her hair multiple times a day. But it was the last word that he placed great emphasis on. Hair. Only because, she was missing any trace of it above her eyes! Oh this was too much fun! The only thing that made him feel bad about this entire situation, was the thought of her eye brows fully growing back and therefore, him losing his material to mock her with.

[mysery]

Morgana rolled her eyes, under the guise of her lashes of course, at his stupid comment which was clearly designed to rile her up. If she hadn't been expecting his visit any day now, he might have caught her off her guard and got to her, but as it were, she'd steeled herself against any taunt he could come up with. Not that she expected them to be very bright anyway. This was Arthur after all. Then she had an idea. Since he seemed to make such a big deal out of her brushing her hair, perhaps he should help.

Waltzing over to the vanity with a spring in her step, and a smile on her face, she picked up the ornate brush Guinevère used to help her sort out her dark tresses. She kept her eyes from the mirror as she did, thankful that her back was to Arthur, before she turned around, her skirt swishing with the movement as she grinned at him. "Why no I havent actually," she said, her voice chipper. "Thank you for reminding me Arthur," she added, approaching the prince. One might liken it to a predator stalking its prey, but Morgana would never say that. More like someone cornering a rat. A big, Arthur shaped rat.

"Now, would you be a gentleman and help me since my maid is currently occupied elsewhere?" Morgana asked, her sweet smile showing nothing of her intentions as she held out the brush to her beloved adoptive brother. She knew Arthur would see it for what it was. He had a choice now. A difficult one. He could hastily leave, thus ending this stupid game of his, or he could refuse to help, and thus be known as anything but gentlemanly and Morgana would make sure everyone knew it, or suck it up, help her, and she'd forever have him pegged as a lady. That would be something she knew any self respecting man would never want to be known as.

My, my, how would he get himself out of this one?


Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

She wanted him to what?! Arthur made a face at this mere suggestion! He was not going to brush her hair! That was so . . . so . . . girly! It was true, he thought her to be extremely beautiful so whatever grooming she did was well worth it, for she constantly looked ravishing; a woman that would hold the gaze of any and every man the moment she entered the room. But that did not mean he was about to help her reach this image of perfection -- nor would Arthur ever admit such a thing. With her standing in front of him now, with no eyebrows, it was actually not as difficult to deny her 'request' as he thought it would be. He folded his arms across his chest, showing his defiance and refusal to do such a feminine act. His look of disgust was mixed with a bit of inevitable amusement. As he was taller than her, he just had to look down a little bit, but his gaze kept resting on the region of where her eyebrows should be . . . which was now void of any hair, making her forehead look extra large. And this was enough to alleviate that that once revolted expression.

"Exactly Morgana. I am a gentleman, and gentleMEN do not brush a woman's hair." He was certainly not going to do that! Knights often should not deny the requests of ladies, but . . . it was Morgana. She was growing to be more of a sister to him as time continued forward, and the two grew closer in company. "Its not my fault your hair so long, that you can't reach the bottom of it," he pointed out. "You should just cut it if its that difficult to maintain." Suddenly a smirk slowly began to form on his face. "Then again, you probably can not afford to lose any more hair right now." Because . . . she had lost her eyebrows!! This made him have to yet again, withhold his laughter, but his smirk and look of amusement . . . could not be so easily restrained.

[[ HAHA I apologize for Arthur's complete and total immaturity! ]]

[mysery]

Even though he stood taller than her, Arthur didn't intimidate Morgana one little bit with his crossed arms, huffy attitude and vehement denials. He was about as intimidating as a fluffy catterpillar in her eyes. Correction; a fluffy rat. There was nothing cute or attractive about Arthur at all. Not one little thing. Especially not when he couldnt keep that stupid smile off his stupid face! "Gentlemen also fill out there armor, something else you dont do," she countered the prince with a smirk, turning away from him and towards the bed. Twelve years old and she already had him pegged.

That look on his face for a few moments had been worth it though. If he'd gotten anymore horrified, his face looked like it was going to forever be stuck that way. Wouldn't that be a treat! King Uther would have made him explain and he'd have had to admit he was teasing her. One thing she liked about the King. He was protective of her. Even Arthur could rarely get away with stirring her up in his presence. Morgana felt herself smile as she relished those thoughts.

"If you're not going to be of any use here with my hair, you could go and fetch me some supper," the very young lady said out loud, knowing Arthur would protest. He was a prat wasnt he? So full of himself. She doubted he'd even ever set foot in the kitchens before. Stupid prince.

She was trying her very hardest to forget the fact she had no eyebrows. Part of her thought she was succeeding too.


Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur only smirked when she attempted to 'insult' him. Nothing she said could be taken seriously. She had no eyebrows! That was just so thoroughly entertaining. Even when they grew back, he would never let her forget the time she had lost her eyebrows. "HA!" He scoffed when she attempted to criticize his build. "Any daughter of any nobleman would strongly disagree," he said arrogantly. As a prince, even a young one, he enjoyed the attention he received. He liked the spot light his position and status provided him with. "Don't be jealous that other woman pay close attention to me," he said, knowing she would hate the word 'jealous'. Or assuming she would. Calling her jealous about anything, especially when it came to him . . . oh what a wonderful way to provoke her. Even though he really didn't need any extra ammo.

Fetch her some supper? Really? AS IF! That was precisely what servants were for. Speaking of servants, where was her intolerable maid? The one who just never stopped talking. "Why don't you send your servant to get it for you," he suggested unable to remember her name. Gertrude or something of the like. "Then again, she's probably off laughing in the corner somewhere, unable to look at you whilst keeping a straight face." Arthur was still trying to withhold his laughter, his smirk only getting more obvious, so that they could go along with his taunts. "Or just get it yourself," he added, more as another way to rub it in her face that she could not exactly waltz out of her room without getting a few stares . . . this time, the gazes would not be drawn to her because of her beauty. They would be drawn to her because of her eyebrowless face!

[mysery]

Morgana scoffed rather unlady like over her shoulder at him. "Me? Jealous? The only reason I care at all about who's sniffing around you this time is because Im waiting for them to get to know you better," she replied with a grin. "Once they do, and it's sure to happen when you marry one of them, they'll come to see how much of a boorish oaf you are, only good for taking blows to the head." Okay, yes, she was getting a little nasty, but she was annoyed at him, thoroughly, and he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing.

She halted right beside her table when he mentioned Guinevère and she was all set to reply until he carried on. Gwen would never laugh at her!! Not in a million years! Unlike Arthur, she didnt see her maid as just that. Though they had only been together for a year or so, they were friends! How dare he insult both Gwen and herself with that! Clenching her fist around the brush, the rather weighty and solid brush she might add, Morgana ground her teeth at his thinly veiled barb. Bastard knew full well she didnt want to leave her room.

Why did he have to be so mean? Clearly he hadnt learned how to read body signals or he might have realised she was upset, and thus her temper was on a very short rope to begin with. But no. He had to be lug headed and come in here and remind her of her having no eyebrows and make her way to cry. She hated him!

Acting on pure anger and hurt, Morgana turned on her heel so sharply that her hair spun around in the air, and hurled the heavy, wooden brush in her hand at his head with deadly accuracy. Not content to simply leave it there, she stalked towards him after the brush and balled up a fist. Without waiting or caring if the brush had hit him or not, she drew it back and punched him as hard as she could in that smug, bastardly face of his!


Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Now ordinary, he would not have kept smirking after she just insulted him like that. But today -- and for the next several days -- he would not take it to heart. For he still had something against her and with a face like that -- aka, a face missing eye brows -- it made it impossible for him to take her seriously. No matter how much she spoke with so much anger and disdain, he would laugh because . . . well because she just looked ridiculously hilarious! "The better they get to know me, the more they adore me," he said arrogantly. He was already pushing his cockiness, why stop now! This was all too fun! She could throw out a million insults towards him and all he had to do was make a comment about what was missing above her eyes. It was too amusing! He would never let her live this down!

When she spun around, the anger very evident in her eyes and the way she stormed towards him, he could not help but laugh. Even in her state of rage, she looked hysterical! It was all the lack of eyebrows! Who knew removing two simple lines of hair could provide such endless entertainment. He was so glad to be able to have figured it out . . . and even better that it was not as his expense; as she was the butt of the joke. He did not stop laughing, not even when she threw a brush at him. Thankfully, his had strong enough instincts to dodge the throw, quickly moving his head to the side and just missing it by inches. It only made him laugh harder. However, the laughter came to an abrupt stop when something more unexpected happened. He had not even considered the possibility that she would hit him; that she was throw a punch . . . but he had been wrong.

For the next thing he felt was a strong fist being bashed into his cheek. It hurt; he was not going to lie. But it was not so much that pain than it was the shock of it all. It was not enough to send him to the ground, but he stumbled a bit as he had not braced himself for the attack. He immediately placed his hand on his cheek after she punched him, feeling it already throbbing. Hell, he had gotten hit far worse than this . . . it was just the fact of who hit him that he did not like! Still holding his cheek, he turned to look at her, his expression a mix of shock and anger. 'You punched me!" he exclaimed, stating the obvious but just unable to move past it. "Are you bloody insane?!" He added more harshly. What kind of woman was she?! Not a feminine one at all, that much is for sure!

[mysery]

Morgana found a kind of sick satisfaction in the way Arthur stumbled back. Sure, she'd have definitely enjoyed it more if he'd landed on that royal backside of his, but to see the look of pure shock on his face made her feel slightly better about the whole situation. Not that she was going to let him off that easy. If she had her way, she'd lock him in one of the closets or something and refuse to let him out until he apologised. But, as it stood, she'd have to make do with causing him some physical pain.

"Oh you had it coming you obnoxious, down right evil little git!" Morgana growled, her fists clenched by her side. Yes, her hand hurt from where she'd belted him, but there was absolutely no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that pain. She wished her brush had clobbered him in the head as well, just for the sake of it. Her jaw was clenched as well while her eyes spat fire at Arthur. How she hated him right now!

Feeling tears beginning to prick at her eye, Morgana stalked past him. "Now get out! Get out you vile piece of vermin!" she added, grinding her teeth. "And dont let the door hit you on the way out!" Tossing her hair, Morgana bent and picked up her brush. Now she was glad Guinevère wasnt here. As uncaring as she was of peoples opinions of her, mostly, she didnt want Gwen to have seen what she'd done.

Though part of Morgana prayed Arthur ended up with a black eye or some kind of bruise. And if he did, she would make sure everyone, and when she said that, she honestly meant everyone, knew exactly how the noble Prince Arthur had gotten it.



Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

He could tell that she was pleased with herself. And that only made him more infuriated. He continued to keep his hand on his cheek, glaring at her. Especially when she began to spit out insults to him. It was not like he had been the one to make her lose her eyebrows! Alright, so he pointed it out to her -- repeatedly -- but it wasn't his fault! And yet, he had gotten punched in the face for it! AND he was being called a git! And vile vermin! He always knew that she had been a bit of a tomboy but this . . . this made it seem like she hadn't the slightest shred of dignity, or elegance that women should possess! Especially the daughter of a noble! Some noblewoman she was! Noblewomen did not go around punching princes in the face! If his father did not favor her so much . . . . . . . . no. Arthur could never and would never retaliate against a woman. Physically anyway. Even at this young age, he still held far too much respect towards them, being raised to protect them.

Still. That didn't mean he was going to let her off the hook. He glared at her angrily, refusing to leave this room without getting his own two sense in. He was planning on insulting her right back! Tell her that she had no elegance or grace within her! He was going to say so much, she had no idea! And yet, just looking at her without eyebrows, seemed to create an almost immediate alleviation of all this anger. It was still there within him, but it slowly began to be pushed aside, not being his most pressing and raging emotion. Instead of that angry glare . . . it slowly transformed into an almost . . . yes, it was an amused expression. His hand remained on his cheek, but he was now smirking once again. The very look she had attempted to wipe off his face with striking him in the first place.

Seeing her so angry though, with the lacking eyebrows to add more emotion to his rage . . . was hysterical. So instead of yelling back, he just did something that he had a feeling would make her more angry and annoyed. He stood there, refusing to move, smirking. "You know, its so hard to take you seriously when you are missing your eyebrows." Yes. He felt the need to point it out . . . yet again. And if she decided to react by hitting him once more, well, this time he would be better prepared. But until then, his gaze lingered over her eyes . . . to the skin underneath what had once been occupied her her brows. It was hilarious. So very hilarious! And he could not refrain from making another joke out of it. Even if she hit him -- not something he would likely ever forget -- he still was horribly amused.

[mysery]

Morgana was fuming! For a few minutes it seemed as if she had indeed shut him up, but no! The.... the.... gah she couldn't even think of a nasty enough word to describe Arthur right now! He was insensitive and a jerk and how she hated him right now! That was the problem with anger. Once it reached a certain point, she couldn't help getting upset. And she was getting to that point because Arthur was relentless and he just wouldn't leave her alone! She knew what she looked like, she knew she was weird looking, but he had to keep reminding her!

She put the brush down on her vanity and looked down at it, feeling the tears threatening to choke her. She wouldn't let him see them. She just wouldnt! Maybe she could go and see Gaius. He had been upset with her, but a few days had passed. Surely he wouldn't be mad at her now? And he was always nice to her in the past. She could use some nice right now. That meant leaving her room though. Well at the moment that didn't seem like that bad an idea. Arthur was here and he refused to leave, and he had already proved he could be crueler than anyone else she knew of in Camelot.

Considering her options for a moment, Morgana remembered the King. She could go to King Uther and tell him how mean Arthur was being. Surely he would be nice to her and make Arthur stop. She could stay with him and she doubted Arthur would try anything in front of his father. Mind made up, she turned back around, no longer caring if she was crying or not. She was going to tell his father what he'd done.

"Since you won't leave, I will!" she stated haughtily, walking towards the door and opening it. "Lets see how if the King thinks I should be made fun of," she added, stalking out of the room, the trail of her dress following along behind her.



Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur practically rolled his eyes when she said that she was going to tell his father. That did not surprise him in the slightest. He knew that his father's soft spot was Morgana. And no matter what Arthur did or said, if she brought something to the king about the treatment of his son to her . . . then Arthur would forever be the one in trouble. The threat was one that she would make good on. The first couple of times she had done so, he'd been afraid of his father's wrath, for he never wished to anger or disappoint him. But now, he had grown so used to it, that he didn't care. Well, technically he did but he knew it was out of his hands. All he could do was enjoy the time he had. Knowing it was pointless to argue with the king about such things. Even if Morgana exaggerated and dramatized the situation . . . the king would forever be sympathetic to his precious ward. The notion was what made Arthur roll his eyes . . . because he knew that was Morgana's best defense.

"Yes," Arthur said in full agreement when she proposed they see the king. "Let us indeed see what the King thinks of all this." He was not going to cower away, and hide from the confrontation. Oh no. Instead, he was going to accompany Morgana there. Not out of chivalry . . . but because he wanted to see the reactions on people's faces when they made their way towards where the king was. He knew no one would dare speak out against her, but Arthur would be able to see it in their eyes. And it would make every step towards his father worth it. So he followed her out of the room, jogging a little bit to catch up to her, and when he was walking alongside her, kept pace. "You know for someone who believes she is so tough by punching another in the face, you really are quite a tattle tale." He said it more out of teasing than worry of her telling his father.

He knew his may get punished. That Morgana would play the victim, and that Arthur would get a horrendously long lecture from his father and probably a forced -- though insincere -- apology. Yes. That was the way it usually went. It was the lecturing that was the worst, for he would be forced to stand there and listen to his father talk on and on and on and on and on and on! And they usually tended to be the longest when it had to do with something he said or did to Morgana. Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful. But, Arthur would enjoy what time he had until then. It would take weeks for her eyebrows to fully grow back so plenty of time for revenge. And, if he was really lucky, Morgana would be present during Uther's lecture so Arthur could look at her, and seek comfort in the fact that every taunt towards her was oh so worth it. As they walked down the hall, a guard came the opposite way, and Arthur was going to take full advantage of this. "Make way Sir Gregory, for the Lady Morgana passes." Sir Gregory, paused in front of the two of them, and as any respectful knight would, he lowered his head in a bow. Of course, this forced him to look at her -- which is exactly what Arthur had been anticipating.

"Lady Morg--" He paused mid-sentence though when he saw her, and Arthur could see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, as if trying to determine what was different about her. It did not take long to notice, but Sir Gregory did not say anything. He did not have the audacity to mock and tease the King's ward. Instead, he just cleared his throat, and quickly finished his sentence. "Lady Morgana," he said once again before hurriedly stepping to the side so that they could pass, and walking forward. He would not laugh at her, but Arthur did not care. All he wanted was for others to see her in this state for it was hilarious. And, it was a start to him getting his revenge. When Sir Gregory had passed, a pleased smile formed on Arthur's lips. "Well this is a pleasant little stroll isn't it," he said grinning, his words holding such strong amusement in them.

[mysery]

It didn't take a genius to determine why Arthur was going with her to see the King. Even if he wasnt afraid of his father and what he'd make him do, Morgana still wanted it done to him. Call it petty but she was annoyed, upset and angry at Arthur. She just wanted something done. And later, when he was least suspecting it, she'd do something absolutely horrible to make up for the curteous way he had treated her so far. Why Arthur had to be such an annoying, spoilt brat she didn't know. And he was. He behaved as if he were entitled to anything and everything he wanted and Morgana hated it. Being a Prince wasn't everything. Ignoring Arthur as he followed her from the room, Morgana continued on her way. All would have been fine if he had just not gotten Sir Gregory involved.

Morgana did not miss he pause of the guard, or Arthur's gloating behind her. She could all but feel it like a tangible smell on the air. But she refrained from snapping at Sir Gregory. After all, it wasn't his fault. It was the spore of a prince behind her that deserved her ire, not the innocent guard. At least he had the decency to not point it out to her. Lifting her chin, Morgana smiled. "Sir Gregory," she said in acknowledgement as he stepped aside for them to pass. She then continued on, debating her next move. Oh yes she would tell the King about this, but Arthur clearly didn't care.

As their walk continued, Morgana glanced to her side and an idea popped into her mind. Her annoyance at Arthur mostly fuelled it, but what the heck. She was sick of him and his teasing and she just wanted to be rid of him for heavens sake. So, as they walked, Morgana sighed. It was now or never and no matter how much she wanted him to suffer for his teasing, right now she just wanted him gone. So be it.

She would probably get into trouble for it, but Morgana was beyong caring right now. As they turned a corner into another hallway, she stepped to the side and pulled, hard, on the tapestry that hung there so that it feel right on top of Arthur when he buckled. Not waiting to see if her handywork had done as he was supposed to, she took off running.

Her slippers were flat and, despite her dress, Morgana could run.



Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers

Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old

Tag: Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur could have sworn he had an extra little bounce in his steps. He held his head up high with a cheeky smile on his face, rather enjoying this little . . . walk. Even if their destination was far from exciting, he was liking the glances they received. The looks she would get. How would his father be able to keep a straight face when looking at his adopted daughter with no eyebrows? The young prince had a mental image of Uther having a fit of laughter late on when he was alone. Though, this was probably unlikely. Rather than feeling amusement, he probably just felt concern for his poor little ward. Oh well; no matter. Arthur could make up for all the teasing she would be free from everyone who did not have the audacity or guts to mock her. Yes . . . he would most certainly be over compensating.

While these entertaining thoughts continued to fill his mind, they seemed to prove to be the perfect distraction for Morgana. For what pulled him out of them was a flying tapestry that had fallen conveniently on his head, shielding his vision. He fumbled a bit to get it off, finding the angle it had 'fallen' on him to be awkward. After several moments, he finally threw it off him, annoyingly tossing it carelessly to the ground, not even bothering to see what was on it. And of course, that was when he noticed that Morgana had vanished. Even more so, it finally hit him that she had thrown it on him and then made a mad dash.

Well that took away from his fun. Some of it, not all. They still had a similar destination and he would continue walking on it. Of course, it would not be as much fun since he could talk about her lacking eye brows to other people, but it was so much funnier if they saw it for themselves . . . for then no words had to be used and he could just watch their reaction. Damn her. Arthur felt disappointed, until a thought entered his mind. It would still take time for them to fully grow back, and during that time, he would give her hell for it. It would even look hysterical when they were half grown back! Oh how perfect! Too bad there wasn't a way to freeze this moment in time, and forever keep an image of it. The cheeky smile and smug grin reappeared on Arthur's lips. He was missing the little bounce in his steps, but his mind was over flowing with possibility of how he could mercilessly mock her for this. But first . . . he would have to get through a lecture from his father. At least he had plenty of things to think about during it.