One Woman's Loyalties (Morgana) Aug 5, 2011 17:30:34 GMT -5
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
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