Not So Powerful Now

[Arthur Pendragon]

Word had reached the king's ears that Morgana was captured and since that moment, Arthur had been filled with an array of emotions. Relief, that she was no longer a threat lurking out there, as everyone held their breath . . . waiting for her to strike. On the other hand, he could not help but fear if this was just another plan of hers. He had been told that her powers still seemed to have abandoned her and she was weak. It was the only reason that Guinevère had won the debate to be with him when he confronted her. Otherwise, he never would have endangered his wife, nor the child that grew within her. Their child. It had only been a few months, but the pair were happily married, and had already managed to repair Camelot from all the damage that Morgana had done. That was something he never understood. She claimed she wanted power, and to rule a kingdom.

Yet, she would kill the people, destroy homes, and burn the land. No matter. Arthur was king now, and Camelot had the greatest queen it could have ever asked for: Guinevère. He was in the throne room, sitting next to his wife as she sat in her own throne. The doors were opened and the knights and guards brought in Morgana. She was in chains, and taking a single look at her . . . Arthur knew that she was truly weak. For he had never seen her look so, drained. The last time he could remember her being in such a state, was when she had been dying shortly after her birthday. Though the difference was, she was conscious this time. And they all knew the truth about her. Arthur forced his emotions back, for it never failed to hurt his heart when he saw his half sister. A woman that he had grown up with and loved well before he found out they were bound through blood.

And now . . . she was a villain. Having tried to kill him and Guinevère on several occasions. As well as killing so many other innocent people. He didn't know what he was going to do to her. He just knew that he couldn't let her go. For who knows what other damage she would plot to do . . . or whatever attempt she would make at the throne. He stood from his seated position on the throne, and took a small step toward her, though still maintaining his distance. He kept his sword that he had pulled from the stone in his sword belt. A weapon that he was seldom seen without now. "Morgana," he 'greeted' in a monotone voice. Firm, and formal, lacking any affection. How far she had come from the woman they had all loved. Now . . . she was their greatest enemy.


_{Setting: In the castle
Time of Day: Evening
Timeline: A few months after Sword In The Stone II
What If: A still recovering and magicless Morgana was captured and confronted by Arthur and Guinevère Pendragon.
Tag: Guinevère Pendragon and Morgana}

[Guinevère]

Guinevère sat beside her husband, and her hands rested over her swelling belly. Everything was changing for them and now it seemed they were also growing safer as they grew blessed with joy. She was carrying his child, and the villain whom would seek to ruin so many lives had finally been caught. But what to do with her? Guinevère could not imagine killing Morgana but she was hurting had murdering so many! What would Arthur do?

The doors opened as they lead Morgana in and Arthur stood. It took Guinevère a moment, but she rose up to stand beside him. Morgana. Her once sister of her heart and now the woman who seemed to hate her above all others. Why? Why would she turn on her so? For power?! She could have had it all! Arthur and her were so close and Arthur would have let her help him surely. As he let Guinevère and Merlin help him. Support him. Morgana was greedy with it, and it had changed her. Made her this woman who went from wearing colors and laughing to darkness and . . . . bitterness. "Morgana." Arthur spoke, and Guinevère said nothing, just watching the two siblings, and ready to support her husband in every way he needed.

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[mpend]

She had finally been captured. After a last desperate attempt at plotting the death of the now King and Queen, Morgana found herself a prisoner at Arthur's mercy. She would not beg, she would not even acknowledge him. The priestess was almost certain that his marrying Guinevère had somehow brought about her loss of powers... how, she had no idea. But it must have done, for there was no other explanation for it. All those years, all this time, whilst she had been trying to kill Arthur... she now realised, she should have been trying to kill his wife. And with her powers, it would have been so, so easy.

But the once Ward would not admit that she was weak, or vunerable. No, no. She was biding her time. To do what, exactly, was another matter, but just because she had lost her powers did not mean that she had lost her wits, her cunning, or her charm. There were many ways to ploy Arthur Pendragon and his maid-turned-Queen. After all, she'd been doing it for nearly a year before she had attempted her first takeover of the Kingdom, hadn't she?

So Morgana's head rose, and she gave the King a deliberate sneer of a smile, then her eyes turned to his wife, who stood nearby, her belly large and round with the promise of a child. "I would not count the days for your child to be born, Guinevère," she spoke, her voice low, but with a slight edge of teasing to it. If there was one way to scare someone like Guinevère, someone who longed for a family of her own, it was to threaten the life that grew inside her. "Many things can happen in the time it will take for you to give birth... if indeed, you ever do."