Not So Powerful Now Mar 22, 2012 2:25:09 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 22, 2012 2:25:09 GMT -5
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: GuinevÃ¨re Pendragon and Morgana