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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 5, 2011 17:30:34 GMT -5
Caitrin was breathing slowly as she was escorted through the darkened corridors of Camelot Castle. She pressed her lips together and slowed her walk, she didn’t want to do this. One of the armed escorts that had had the pleasure of accompanying her all the way from the de Archer estate nudged her in the back to keep her moving. This was Caitrin’s second summoning to court this week, it had followed the messenger who had informed them that Morgana had now been crowned Queen. She hadn’t known how to take the news at first, she had never been close to the woman at court, but she knew that Arthur treated her like his sister, how could she betray him and take the crown for herself? She wasn’t of Royal blood, in Caitrin’s mind none of it made sense and her Uncle agreed with her. He however had gone to court earlier in the week and sworn his loyalty to Morgana, as had her Aunt. Caitrin had remained behind, she had not feigned illness, nor pleaded some indisposition, she was sure she would not swear her loyalty to Morgana.
The only reasonable explanation that Caitrin could conjure up was that Morgana had to be in league with Cenred, or whoever had sent the troops to take over Camelot. Her Uncle believed they were Cenred’s men but Caitrin couldn’t say, it had been dark when she had seen them marching past their home towards Camelot. Some of the men had lingered around her Uncle’s home but none had tried to enter the house, well not until tonight anyway.
Caitrin had figured that it would not be long until she was taken to court one way or another. Although she had only been in Camelot for four years, Caitrin felt fiercely loyal to Arthur and now felt like Morgana had taken the throne off him more than his father. Towards Uther, Caitrin held few loyalties, how on earth could she ever sympathise with a man who had put so many of her kind to death willingly because of their gifts. Arthur was different though, he was one of her closest friends, he had been since her arrival at court, and Caitrin would not betray him and swear loyalty to Morgana.
The escort had arrived in the early afternoon with her final summons to come to court. Caitrin’s aunt had fled upstairs straight away and Rouland had read over the letter asking Caitrin to appear before the Queen. He had shaken his head, and had tried to say something along the lines that there must be a mistake and that they wouldn’t be taking Caitrin anywhere. Obviously they hadn’t listened, Caitrin had heard the rumours of these men who could never fall and it chilled her to her bones. Although she had been willing to come quietly the two men escorting her had still found it necessary to half drag her out of the house and into a carriage to take her to Camelot.
Now she was here, and had found herself in front of the Great Hall. She was wearing her red silk dress today which had become a favourite since she had learned of Morgana’s take over as red was one of the Pendragon colours. Caitrin smoothed the body of her dress with her hand which was finely stitched and rearranged one of her dipped sleeves. Her fiery hair was dangling around her shoulders and she felt another nudge come from her escort. She looked over her shoulder at the man but she didn’t move straight away. She put a hand to her lower belly softly, smoothing her hand over it and then breathed out slowly. Her flux was late this month but now her belly occasionally began to hurt. She put it down to the stress of Morgana’s take over but she wondered if it was something more; no that was just silly, and this certainly wasn’t the time to be contemplating it.
Caitrin finally took a deep breath and stepped through the doors of the Throne Room. She wasn’t announced and she gasped and half stopped as she looked about the throne room, the Pendragon banners had been replaced with an odd symbol of black and purple. She moved her eyes back to the woman sitting on the throne, the throne which one day should and would be Arthurs; Caitrin was sure of it. It felt like a lifetime to walk up to the woman and then she wasn’t quite sure what to do so gave a short courtesy,
“My Lady Morgana.” She pressed her lips together, she wasn’t expecting Morgana to react well to her words, but she wanted Morgana to know where they stood straight away. Caitrin did not, and would never recognise Morgana as her Queen; she’d have to kill her first.
Timeline: A few days after Morgana takes over Camelot, S03, Ep12-13 Tags: Morgana LeFay[/size]
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:06:45 GMT -5
Morgana was quickly growing irritated with the people of Camelot, both for their steadfast refusal to accept her as their new Queen, and for their stupidity and blindness. For that was what it had to be. Surely no kingdom in its right mind would honestly wish for Uther Pendragon upon it's throne. And yet, the people of Camelot still held out as though awaiting the return of their King. Uther Pendragon was an old tyrant who had deserved his dethroning. His persecution of those with magic was at its end. Morgana did have to, on some level, thank Uther however. If not for his absolutely deceptiveness and two faced demeanour, she would never have known he was her father.
In the end, he had made all of this possible. Irony at its best. His selfish desire to lie to those around him was now his downfall. No, not ironic. Befitting. It only seemed right that Uther dig his own grave. Now he was rotting in the dungeons and awaiting that death. Where he should be in her opinion.
And it was her responsibility now to establish where exactly the nobles of Camelot would fall. Would they stand beside her, or would they choose the way of the fools? Already some had proven... difficult to handle, so Morgana had been forced to use extreme measures in persuading them to see her way. The hardest to turn would of course be those closest to the now exiled Prince Arthur, her half brother. The sooner they either joined her, or were disposed of, the better. Caitrin de Archer wasn't even of Camelot, she was Mercian, but she had a connection to the missing Prince. This visit would serve two purposes. She could gauge the woman's loyalties and discover if she knew anything of Arthur's hiding place. Surely someone must. Morgana took a small amount of sick pleasure at seeing Caitrin's reaction to the new hall.
The first of her questions was answered the moment the woman spoke after entering the hall. It wasn't a very original display of defiance, but then again, not everybody couldn't react as feverently as Sir Lucan had. Now who could Morgana threaten here. For a moment she considered having the girl hurt for her impudence, but a small amount of defiance was to be expected. "Caitrin de Archer," she replied. Two could play that game. After all, why should Morgana recognise her status? She wasn't of Camelot and Morgana, the Queen, hadn't granted it to her. "I am pleased you could make the journey to join me today."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
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Tiimeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 17, 2011 13:06:33 GMT -5
The state of the hall still unnerved Caitrin somewhat. It had been such a swift take over after all. She would be lying if she said she weren’t afraid in some aspect, after all, Morgana had been proclaimed Queen now, no matter how much Caitrin believed she would never truly hold the title, and as Queen she had power and rule over all of Camelot. This of course didn’t change how Caitrin felt, she was still sure she would not swear loyalty towards the woman. No, she owed too much to Arthur to consider wavering her loyalty now. She therefore kept a rather stiff stance as she waited for Morgana’s reply to her, she would not falter, not now.
She blinked slightly as Morgana referred to her like she was nothing but a mere peasant, or servant, by missing out her title. She supposed it was some form of revenge for Caitrin’s lack of respect but it wasn’t something she appreciated. She was a de Archer, and her family demanded respect wherever they were. “It is Lady Caitrin de Archer.” She said simply, and breathed out slowly. Her heart had begun to race again but she stayed strong. She did not recognise Morgana as Queen, but Caitrin was a noblewoman by birth and she was merely reiterating her birthright.
Caitrin could have laughed when Morgana said she was pleased she had made the journey to Camelot. She knew she hadn’t made it willingly, in short, Caitrin really didn’t want to be anywhere near Camelot at the moment. It wasn't the same lively hub of society it had been a few weeks ago; all that just seemed like a distant memory now.
As the moments dragged on, Caitrin began to feel more and more isolated in the current situation. She had felt like this since Morgana had taken over Camelot. Her Uncle had jumped at the opportunity to swear his loyalties, after all he didn’t want his lands to be taken did he? She hadn’t even seen her fiancée, Griflet, since the shift in the crown. In truth she had no idea where he was, she hadn’t heard anything about him or his brother Lucan and it was all starting to grate on her mind. She was sure that if anything bad had happened to either of them then she would have heard something so perhaps the silence on their whereabouts was a good thing.
Looking back at Morgana, she tried to stop herself fiddling with the small ring on her left hand and forced herself to think of an answer. To Caitrin this meeting would be anything but a pleasure, she was sure of it. However, squabbling with Morgana with little reason would hardly do her any good, she had a reason to not address her as Queen, she had no reason to be rude to her in this respect. “I am glad my presence is well received.” She offered rather weakly and straight away it felt like a silly thing to say but it was already in the air so there was no point in regretting it. Instead Caitrin now shifted slightly, still keeping quite a strong stance as her gaze turned back to Morgana, “Perhaps though you could enlighten me to why my presence was demanded in the first place.” She did not bother with the formalities, if she called her my lady then it was once again a denial of her authority as Queen, but perhaps not addressing her would serve as a worse insult, and show Morgana truly where she stood in Caitrin’s eyes.
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Post by mysery on Sept 18, 2011 2:38:49 GMT -5
Morgana smirked as Caitrin rose to her barb. Not that she had expected any less. She was a noble, pride had been bred into her, much like it had Morgana, but the difference was, now her land, her title, her right depdned on Morgana's good will. It wouldn't be hard to strip her of it. To strip the family. And then wouldn't it be interesting to watch how Rouland de Archer took to his niece's stubborness. He had been quick to align himself with Morgana, but she wasn't blind. He had done so to ensure his position, to keep the land and the title he had. He, at the very least, had a healthy respect for Morgana and who she was now. Caitrin on the other hand...
"And I am Queen Morgana of Camelot," the Queen replied, her voice like ice as she stressed her new title. And it was hers. Caitrin could argue until she was blue in the face, but it was as it was. Morgana was Queen of Camelot now, and the people would come to respect that or she would lay waste to them all. Camelot meant almost nothing to her in comparison to the reason Uther needed to be gone from this world. She would turn Camelot into a kingdom of magic, a kingdom where those with gifts didn't need to hide for fear of their executions. And the ones who stood against her would take their places. At least the girl had some kind of respect for her. That was a start.
"You were a close friend of Arthurs," Morgana said by way of explanation. She didn't need to outright explain herself to Caitrin, she was Queen after all, but some reasoning would enlighten the girl as to why she was here. "Well, not too close, but enough so that you might provide him a port of safety during his self imposed exile," she added. The implcation, and warning, were clear in her tone. If Caitrin had harboured Arthur in any way, she would regret it. Self imposed it was. If he had remained in Camelot, Morgana would have used him to break Uther. The former King held his oh so precious son above almost everything else. He would be punished for denying her that.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 18, 2011 4:46:39 GMT -5
Caitrin resisted the urge to flinch as Morgana reminded her that she was now Queen. It was a fact of course which had been proclaimed all across Camelot this past week. Caitrin had kept herself to herself over the past week and had not left her Uncle’s estate, not even to ride out. Well, until today that was. “King Uther is the rightful monarch of Camelot.” She said confidently, turning her gaze back to Morgana and looked on at the woman. In truth Caitrin did not want Uther to be the King, after all she possessed the gift of sorcery, so she had few loyalties to the man. She had not been in Camelot during the time of the Great Purge but her nurse, Helgund, who had taught her sorcery had told her much about the Purge and what Uther had done. However through Uther, Arthur would one day take the throne, so that was enough for her to still swear fealty to Uther. The throne which Morgana sat upon would one day be Arthur’s, and in Caitrin’s eyes that was how it should be.
She could feel her heart racing once more. If Morgana had lowered herself to asking noblewomen such as herself about Arthur’s whereabouts then that meant that they must have had little else to go on. Therefore her friend was safe; he was still alive. She resisted the urge to look too relieved and turned her attentions back to Morgana. She could not understand what had led the woman here, at court she had always seemed so close to the King and his son, and now she had one in the dungeon and the other was forced on the run like nothing more than a petty criminal.
Caitrin wished that she had had the opportunity to provide some sort of safe place for Arthur and whoever was with him to find refuge, even if it had been for a while. Caitrin had not seen the Prince for weeks now, but of course Morgana did not know that. She managed a defiant soft of smirk at the woman and she shook her head, “If I had seen him, or provided refuge for him I would not tell you.” She was feeling uncommonly confident, but she took a step towards Morgana, her voice rising slightly with her next words, “And I pray that you never find him.” Caitrin hoped that Arthur was as far away from here as possible, possibly forming some sort of plan. She knew Arthur, she knew he would not give up on his people. That belief alone was enough for Caitrin and it had kept her strong so far, and it would continue to do so.
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Post by mysery on Sept 18, 2011 5:47:28 GMT -5
The step towards the new Queen was a mistake, and as soon as the words left Caintrin's lips, one of the guards stepped forward and siezed her arm, painfully forcing her back a few more steps. Morgana watched on of course. The guards were hers, they would protect her to their deaths... well, since they couldn't die, her guard would never fail then. Morgause had instructed these men in Camelot, the entire army in reality, that she was to be protected above all else and to do as Morgana commanded. It really was helpful having an immortal army at ones beck and call. And Morgana was quickly growing annoyed with Caitrin, especially after that comment regarding Uther.
Then again, how could she expect a simple human to understand?
She would never know what it was like to feel magic coarsing through her veins, to know that she could destroy something with nary a thought. Caitrin de Archer would never understand why the reign of Uther had to end. And waiting for Arthur to take the throne was a double edged sword at best. Years would pass until Uther died of old age, because Lord knew he was as stubborn as a mule and would go no other way, and then Arthur would be crowned. Camelot would welcome a new King, and the kingdom would never free itself of the oppression of magic. Arthur was his fathers son after all. Magic would never be free so long as a simple human sat upon Camelot's throne. A simple man could never understand magic.
"It is no matter whether you have or have not," Morgana replied almost flippantly. "I need only wait," she added with a smirk. "Arthur cannot help being ever so noble, and he will return for the hypocrite that is Uther Pendragon."
Morgana stood from her throne then and moved forward until she stood only a foot from Caitrin. "You would do well to remember Caitrin that I am not some feeble minded figurehead. I know Camelot, and I know the people. I also know that you have fatal weaknesses. The next time you decide to disrespect your new Queen, I will personally see to it that Griflet Aubert pays for your insolence."
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 18, 2011 6:25:54 GMT -5
Caitrin had known that she had probably gone too far and that was only confirmed as one of the guards grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her back a few paces. She winced but that was the only reaction she was going to give Morgana. Lord knows the man’s grip on her arm was strong enough to bring tears to her eyes but she wasn’t going to give Morgana the satisfaction. She looked round at the guard who did not react to her trying to pull her arm away from his grasp in the slightest, apart from tightening his grip. It hadn’t made any difference of course, but at least she had tried to break free.
Turning her gaze back to Morgana she breathed out slowly. For a moment the impulse to break free coursed through Caitrin and the urge was certainly tempting. Her magic was strong enough to break free of the guard at least, or at least she thought it was. She’d heard about these men, some said they could not fall, but Caitrin was not sure how far she believed that. The words were on the tip of her tongue, her incantation that would help her break free but she stopped herself. After all how far would she get? Morgana’s men were all over the castle, over powering one man would mean nothing. Plus of course that would mean revealing her gifts, which she had never yet done within Camelot’s borders. In Mercia she had been fine to practice her gifts, but here things were different. She did not expect Arthur to change anything to do with the laws surrounding magic when he came to power, but he was her friend, and she wanted him to reclaim his birthright.
Morgana’s next words sat heavy in Caitrin’s thoughts straight away. Caitrin knew that Arthur would want to aid his people; it was not in his nature to run away. Morgana knew Arthur better than she had, after all Caitrin had only lived in the kingdom for just under five years now, but nevertheless she knew Arthur would not just abandon them. They both knew it was probable that Arthur would return eventually, “He will return for us all, and King Uther will be restored to the throne.” She said bravely, perhaps Morgana already knew that Caitrin would not swear her loyalty to her, well if she did not then surely she was starting to realise that fact.
Caitrin’s eyes widened and anger coursed through her body and she pulled against the guard once more who still had a grip on her arm. The close proximity with Morgana increased her anger, as she could do little but glare on at the woman as the guard held her back. “Leave Griflet out of this, if you so much as touch him I swear you will regret it.” She replied with an acute anger which was hard to miss. She was not going to just stand here and let Morgana threaten her betrothed, this was Caitrin’s battle, not his. “He has nothing to do with this. These are my words, not his.” Griflet had nothing to do with Caitrin’s loyalties; she was stubborn enough without his aid. However, Caitrin felt an impulse of fear pulse through her at the prospect of Morgana laying even a finger upon Griflet. She could stand whatever Morgana was going to throw at her, but she was not sure how strong she would be if Griflet was the one who was punished instead of her. “Punish me, not him.”
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Post by mysery on Oct 12, 2011 0:01:33 GMT -5
And just as with all the others she had reminded of their weakness, Caitrin reacted as Morgana expected. Fear for that person, worry, an attempt to divert her attentions back to them. Lucan had been no different. It irritated Morgana to no extent the way these people did that. They wanted to defy her. Surely they had to know there would be a price to pay? She was Queen now. Defiance would not be tolerated and she would use whatever means was at her disposal to stamp it out. Uther was, and had been, exactly the same, yet they wished for his return to the throne. The peoeple of Camelot were blind. Once, she may have admired Caitrin's defence of someone she so obviously cared for, but that time has passed. That was a Morgana that hadn't been born with something that would, under Uther's rule, warrant her death for simply existing. Now... now she was a Queen and a Queen would do what was neccessary to protect her rule and enforce it.
These little acts of defiance from the Knights and some of the other nobles were going to come to an end. Looking Caitrin up and down for a moment, Morgana steeled her features into a cold, hard surface. She had no pity, no softness for this woman, for anyone who defied her as she tried to.
"Indeed they are your words Caitrin," Morgana replied, lifting her chin a fraction. "And you will be punished for them as you desire," she added, all seriousness and stone. Then, unexpectedly, a smirk made its way over her features. With a little click of her tongue, the young Queen turned on her heel and walked back towards her throne. Her throne. As she did, she spoke once more. "Sometimes the most effective punishment is not one dealt to the body." Morgana paused before her throne and glanced back at the other woman, still held prisoner by the guard. "But rather the heart."
A small swish of her dress and Morgana had reclaimed her throne, her hands resting lightly on the arms of her birthright. "Indeed they are your words Caitrin," Morgana repeated, the smirk never leaving her features. "You have chosen them and spoken them without a thought. And now, as you wash his blood off your hands, you will think a little more carefully before using them again." Her voice turned stone, ice cold at that and the smirk faded as she glanced at the guard holding Caitrin.
"Take her to the dungeons... and bring me the boy," she ordered, watching impassively as the guard nodded once and, with a short bow, dragged Caitrin back towards the doors.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Oct 12, 2011 3:54:22 GMT -5
Caitrin knew she had to bear the blame of her actions herself. She did not want Morgana to bring her fiancée or her family into this because they had no part in it. She was a woman almost on her own. Her Uncle would probably disown her if it meant keeping his lands, and as for her fiancée, well he wouldn’t even know that she was here. He might never know. She wanted him to come back for her, she’d wanted that for weeks but it felt more important now than ever. She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t scared, anyone to face Morgana would be lying if they said they weren’t scared.
Caitrin almost felt relieved as Morgana said that she would be punished as she desired. Caitrin was sure she could handle any physical torture, well to an extent, and even the prospect of a more worrying fate, but she knew if Morgana did ever get her hands on Griff that she would break all too easily. But as she then spoke of harm to the heart, Caitrin’s heart sunk in her chest. No, she still wanted Griff to take the blame for his fiancée’s actions, and Caitrin could not let that happen.
Wash his blood off her hands? Caitrin felt the colour just drain from her face and she felt a bit weak for two moments. She felt visibly sickened by what Morgana was suggesting. She fell quiet for a few moments, she knew exactly what Morgana meant and she just felt ill at the prospect of it, no, Caitrin would not let that happen to Griff. She could now only pray that wherever he was, and he had been gone for long enough, that he was out of Morgana’s radar, and he would never be captured by her men. “Please, it is me who defies you; not him.” She didn’t like the fact she had resorted to begging, but she wasn’t begging for her own life, she was begging for his, “Please, do not harm him.”
As Morgana spoke Caitrin’s heart began to thud wildly in her chest, the dungeons? Before it really had time to sink in, the guard had began to pull her back towards the doors. She instinctively pulled against him; she wasn’t going to let this happen, Morgana had caused enough destruction already, she was not laying a finger on Griff. “Get off me.” She shouted at the guard who of course did not react to her in the slightest.
Then, a spark of confidence pulsed through Caitrin and she smirked back at the pretender, whilst still attempting to struggle with the guard, “You will not find him; he is not in Camelot.” In truth Caitrin had no idea where Griff was for she had not seen him in over a month. They had argued over the most stupid things and he had just upped and left, with his engagement ring still on his finger.
That however did not mean that she did not still love him, because she did; as much as that annoyed her. It was like she could not stop loving or caring for him. “So your threats are worthless.” She managed to shout back at Morgana before the guard reached the door. Everything would be fine as long as Griff was safe, she could almost accept her fate as long as she knew that he would be alright. Morgana really had little hope of finding him, he had not been in Camelot for over a month, Lucan had confirmed that, but he hadn’t returned home either so no one had any idea where he was. Caitrin just prayed that he was still safe, and that he would still think to come back for her.
Notes: Essentially Cait/Griff had the mother of all arguments about a month ago and he ran off and at this point in time is probably hiding out in a tavern somewhere in the Northern lands or something like that. But she’s still sticking to her loyalties to him It's a bit of a tender topic for her tho hehe Oh do you want to shift this along to the dungeon? Or whatever, I don’t mind ^_^
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Post by mysery on Jan 6, 2012 0:04:00 GMT -5
At another time perhaps Caitrin's begging would have pleased Morgana, but she was beyond that now. Now anger and annoyance had taken root deep within her at the noblewomans defiance, among others, and she was beyond wanting the simple pleasure of watching her beg for something Morgana had no intention of granting. "Begging wil not stay my hand. You were given an opportunity and you turned it down. Unlike your Uncle, who was wise enough to see the error of his ways. Now you'll pay the price I deem fit," Morgana said off-handedly, almost as if she had grown bored with the endevour of dealing with Caitrin. Which, in part, she had. Now she had a new target for her ire; this fiancee of hers. He would prove most effective, if the mere threat of harm to him had been enough to move Caitrin to begging.
As Morgana watched Caitrin struggle, in vain she would add, she raised an eyebrow as she seemed to gain some mediocre of confidence. Not find him? Unlike her dearest brother, Caitrin's fiancee had no need to hide that he knew of. People who thought they were safe didn't cover their tracks as soundly as one who was hunted did. "You underestimate me then. After all, your fiancee does not know the danger he is in. He has no idea that your inability to accept reality has now put his life in danger and potentially his head on a chopping block," the Queen answered with a cruel twist of her lips. "I almost pity him his choice in bride," Morgana added, unable to help herself.
The guard finally managed to wrangle Caitrin under some kind of control and dragged her from the room, leaving Morgana to her own devices. She watched the doors for a few moments longer before sighing. It was a constant struggle against these infernal supporters of Uther and Arthur and sometimes she wondered if she was making any progress at all. If she had her way, she would have executed them all already, leaving only Uther alive.
His punishment was to be far more prolonged.
[OOC: Yeah we can move it or finish it up here if you'd like!]
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Jan 6, 2012 15:27:56 GMT -5
===Timelapse 2 days==== From what Caitrin could tell from the light poking through the top of her cell, it was morning. Or perhaps it was afternoon, she really had no idea. She had never even been near the dungeons before now, but she had been down here for a few days now, ever since Morgana’s men had thrown her into the cell. The boredom was starting to irk her, but it wasn’t as bad as the uncertainty of what was going to happen next. She could only hope that Morgana hadn’t found Griff yet, or at least she assumed she hadn’t because she was sure the woman would gloat if she had. The whole experience was starting to get to her; she just wanted to go home, and to return to some semblance of reality. She knew that would never happen while Morgana was Queen, so for now it was nothing more than a day dream.
Every time Caitrin heard footsteps ringing through the dungeon’s she flinched, praying it wasn’t news about her fiancée. Morgana’s words still rung through her ears, that she pitted Griff’s choice in a bride. Now, because of her own stubbornness she probably wasn’t even going to be his bride. He was going to be dragged back to Camelot, and it would all be her fault. She ran a hand over her face, there were no tears in her eyes. She had cried the first night when she had been in here on her own, because it was the first time in her life she had felt truly alone. It just felt like she was living in some sort of nightmare; she wasn’t even being given food regularly. The food in the dungeons just seemed to be whenever the guards remembered to pass something on, just to keep you going that bit longer.
Whenever Caitrin thought of Griff she felt queasy, because it was starting to sink in that she might never see him again. She ran her hand over her face again and shifted her position so she was sitting with her knees to the side. Her hair ran across one shoulder in one long plait; it was her way of making sure she at least looked half acceptable. She might be in the dungeons, but her vanity still ran in her blood. She was a de Archer, and it was expected. Sighing again, she drummed her fingers on the floor; she was sat quite characteristically in the corner of the cell. She just felt weary, but whether that was because of her worries, or because of her lack of food, was yet to be seen. In truth she just wanted to be left alone, even though she knew that Morgana would come back eventually; Caitrin doubted she would just be forgotten about. The stubborn streak still burned through her, and said that she would never submit herself to the woman. If Griff were here he’d tell her to do whatever it took to save her life, and to not ail herself over loyalties to one monarch or the next. Griff was a survivor though, and without his reason, Caitrin was still openly defying Morgana, and she would never accept her as Queen.
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