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Morgause deftly raised her own goblet and smirked to the man's words. "To the end of Camelot and the beginning of a new era!" She repeated as she locked eye-contact with him and then raised the chalice to her lips and took a sip.

Setting it down she chuckled in an amused fashion and tutted.

“I don’t reason Morgause, im more of a hands on man,urely you were able to witness the result of that earlier”.

"Tsk, tsk. You can not see reason? You're hands on man? Well, I suppose that means you won't be keeping your hands off yourself then." She teased, taking it on in a different meaning. "But, yes. I saw earlier. Those whom don't comply must be punished, after all. What you did was right." ]She mused to herself and then stared up at him with a heated glower.

“and who put you onto my path? It can’t have been the goddess?” The man had snorted as if he were amused by how impatient she was growing. “who told you that I would be the one to help you on your way?”

She couldn't bring up any witty comment in retort. Nor, would she bring him any joy with the statement of how it came to be that she had began her journey for his assistance. As her goblet was filled she raised it back to her lips and then took a long sip from it before she stood up once more from the throne and set it down on the table. She walked over to the window and stood beside the king.

“And foolish a king is never foolish…well, with the exception of one”

"A king is never foolish? That is only if he has a queen to turn his head to the correct answer to steer him away from the foolishness." She stated and then glanced out to it.

“Im sure we both agree on that”.

"That we most certainly do agree on, by the way." She chuckled.

"Small, but it's a nice little kingdom. It's much more attractive then the Isle of the Blessed is in appearance." She stated and then was amused by the man's plan. That was far from foolish. "Brilliant, Cenred." She said and then glanced to the guard that was called in and she watched the exchange, and then chuckled.

"Yes, we are acquaintances, unless you're planning on being closer then that?" She laughed with a shake of her head. She was truly growing comfortable around the king's company, no matter how annoying he could be.

It was not something that she understood when Nimueh began to laugh. The laugh held a tone devoid of gaiety. It struck something deep within her. The very simple fact that the older woman was laughing at her words. It was true that to her Nimueh was a motherly figure. Someone that taught her the ways of the Old Religion. And yet she knew that it was not exactly the best way to describe the older woman.

"This has nothing to do with-" That was where she stopped listening to her mentor. She had expected some long rant to be given, her own gaze locking every now and then with the older woman's before she turned her head away and ignored it again. "-Cannot forsake the rules of magic-" and the woman kept rambling on and on. "-Remember the balance of the world!" And it was her turn to speak then. She didn't know how to respond though.

It was almost common knowledge how it would work if her purpose was to be completed, the outcome would not be favourable to many, but still would be better then allowing the idiot of a king to continue lashing out at the people of the old religion, just to bring forth a reign of terror and get what he thinks lost. It was not something she could allow to continue for much longer. Twenty years of horror was enough and it was time for it to end. She could wait no more to bring a suffering to Uther Pendragon and his kin. The suffering that had been brought by him was more then her driving force, it was the very reason for her goal. She wouldn't stop until that stubborn old man was gone.

There were things that she could not do. As long as her mentor lived, she knew that the cup of life, would be, and remain a finger tip's distance away from her grasp. Vengeance was sweet, but to be set aside made it all that much more bitter. She needed some form of control, and she had to play the part of a puppeteer for as long as she could.
"Sometimes it is as important to know which way NOT to go as to know which way to go. Bringing down Uther is more difficult than we all first thought, as he knows how to fuel the people's fear of the unfathomable. Fear can become hate that kills, they say. It is more than true. But by chosing such paths, abusing magic and failing with it, we only play into his hands." Nimueh had said. That was true enough but she wouldn't fail. Still, she had to play with Nimueh as a child would play. She had to be cruel, cunning, and manipulative.
"Then Nimueh, teach me how to go about this. I don't know any other way to bring him down. Guide me through this, I beg of thee." Morgause said, trying to sound desperate. She wanted solely for Nimueh to help her in some shape or form at this point. "I understand that I was wrong, but teach me the right way to do this."

She was all too comfortable on the throne, it made her feel all powerful and all knowing to be sitting upon a throne, even if she was far less then a queen. The idea of being able to come into such a position of power intrigued her never the less. It was something she greatly desired, though she'd never say such a thing out loud.

Watching as the man circled around her she kept her stony expression, although she was starting to feel irritated. To her men were simple, and yet because they were so simple, they became pig-headed and annoying. To hear of a man speak down to a woman was not something she had grown up with, as Women at the isle were the leaders and the men the warriors.

"Superior?"
"That is what I said. I said superior." She retorted, almost as if chiding towards a child who had been caught stealing kindling from the fire place.
“ha! You think that a woman of your kind is more superior than a king in both blood and name? I think not Morgause, but thank you for the comedic entertainment that you’re giving me so far…” These words of insult were enough to make her snap. Standing up from the throne she threw an icy glare at the king and cleared her throat.
"A woman of my kind, you say? I believe that I am superior to you. I can use the elements to my advantage, I have been blessed by the goddess of the old religion, and I have power you couldn't even begin to think of." She hissed out, and stood from where she had been seated.

"A man, no matter his blood status will ever talk to me with such a tone. I could kill you, right now if I wanted, Cenred." The blond woman threatened and then walked closer to the dark haired male and placed a hand under his chin. "You have no idea how simple it would be. All I would have to do would be a simple ritual and pray to the goddess for the power to do it." She purred before stepping away and back to the throne and sat herself down gracefully.

“I see…so you are pretty much like a servant then?” Cenred had dared to say, and hadn't even let her answer, although to be compared to a servant made her all the angrier. “and I suppose the goddess pretty much gave you immortality too? No matter how powerful or superior you think you may be Morgause, people die – even the strongest are made of clay” These words alone while angering her also gave her the reason to believe that Cenred had the heart of a good king deep down in him, not matter how horrible of a man he could be. Remaining quiet to hear the rest of the man's words she bit back a chuckle at his comment about carrots, and then pursed her lips. He wanted her. That stirred something in her mind and she willed away the thoughts that were running through her mind. There had to have been another meaning behind it.

"Why ever would you think of wanting me in a deal? Not that it matters." Head turned to the side, she didn't even want to look at his back. The questions had in turn been redirected towards herself, and she only had one answer.

"It is simple, I wanted to put an end to Camelot, and I believed you would have been willing to help as you are a major enemy of the Pendragons." She stated with a roll of her eyes as she crossed her arms and then her body language changed as she leant over to prop her head up on top of her hand, elbow on the an arm of the throne, other arm resting against her lap, clearly bored with the turn of conversation.

"I could always find someone else, if you're not willing."

It was expected the response that she'd received. She knew that the man claimed to be busy and the very way he spoke made it clear that he was a strong independent man. One that at the same time was a great king, ruling with an iron fist.

"Oh, but of course, I know the score." Morgause stated with a chuckle. She knew that the man looking down at her was one whom wanted to bring the end to the wretched Pendragons. The fact that he caught onto it so quickly proved to her that the man was not too much of an imbecile.

"Oh, you're certainly correct on that assumption Cenred." She stated with a small chuckle. She had half a mind to take a seat on the throne, though kept from doing such a thing, as she did not want to bring insult just yet. "Of course I do. I have many ways, but just to take down the vial Uther would not do what I need. To take Camelot, I'd need to make the citizens weak, or at least have an army at my side. This is the reason why. I could take Arthur and Uther's lives and I'd be satisfied. But, why would I do that and leave Camelot without ruler? Would you not like to take it over with him gone?" She responded with a regal air to her tone.

She knew well that with her magic she could do almost anything she wanted. But, now her objective was to gain Cenred as an ally and to take advantage of that. "I am of noble birth, my father is Gorlois, and my mother the lady Viviane. Uther does not know that I am even alive, as he ordered my death twenty years ago. My hate of that man is not without reason, he is treacherous." The blonde woman stated as she tried to press him on to do as she bid.

Upon seeing the man walk away from her, she glared towards the door. A few words and the door slammed shut as her eyes turned gold.

"No man shall walk away with out finishing a conversation. Cenred, I would not allow your men to die. I know how to keep them from dying." She said, and smirked. The cup of life. If she could only find it then the immortal would be able to be ruled over, and she'd be able to seize Camelot. "Certainly you are walking away from this in fear of your servants losing their lives to take Camelot. Am I incorrect?"

Hearing the sounds of a sword from within, followed by a startled gasp and a thud she grew curious as to what had happened within the walls of the throne room. Surely it was some low class barbarian who tried to pass it's problems off as being caused by the king. A fatal mistake from the stories she'd heard about the king. It was just the kind of man that she wanted to be able to use for her advantage. There could even be some fun advantages to it, if she were lucky enough.

Hearing the voice inside give orders to clean it, and yadda yadda, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch up in a smirk. It was exciting to see someone using their power.

With the guards having been told not to keep the lady waiting, one seized her by the arm forcefully and shoved Morgause forward.

Seething the woman turned to the man who dared touch her and yanked her arm free. "You will never touch another again, for you do not dare to touch a priestess of the old religion in such a fashion and expect to get away with it." Morgause hissed out.

A few words of old English, and a pained scream later, the guard was outside in the hallway, in a crumpled ball against the wall. The second guard had ran out with his tail between his legs and this only made Morgause smirk.

In long, elegant strides Morgause positioned herself to stand in front of the king. She curtsied and then looked up at him, still smug and overly content with how the situation was playing out.

"My lord, King Cenred. I am Morgause LeFay and I am here to strike a deal with you." She said, tone even and yet there was an icy chill to her voice. Her gaze settled on the man before her, and she eyed him for a moment taking in details of the way he stood, to the shape of his body and finally settled with eye-contact after a good fifteen seconds.

Morgause had placed a hand at the barred door to Uther's cell and glared down at the king. "I am responsible for this? Oh, how wrong you are." She hissed, and stared at the man. Men disgusted her some times, and it was men like Uther that were the reason for such a feeling that was arising within. "Was it not you who are responsible? You who lie and used those around you for your own gain?" Morgause snapped.

She wrapped her long fingers around the bars and smirked. "I would do nothing to endanger Morgana, she is my kin!" The blonde haired woman snapped and would have been livid had she not been trained to deal with unpleasant situations.

"And you would destroy your kingdom before magic does! You are filth." She hissed out. She wanted to harm the king, and the king alone, for he had been the reason she had not grown up where she should have. She had been one of many children that had supposed to have been killed in the great purge, not that she remembered it. "You have killed children, women and men alike. For that you don't deserve to rule."

The whole scene was going far, far different from the one that had played through her mind's eye earlier in the day. The very fact that it had risen to this degree of hostility between mistress and student had proven to her that it would be a difficult task just to get what needed to be completed, done. She knew that she'd most likely be banished for what she was attempting. This was going against the high priestess' very commands and by that was going against the mother goddess. Still, Morgause wanted more then anything to knock Uther off his throne. She'd do it one way or another, even if she had to tear down Camelot brick by brick.

With the risks she was taking, the end result would by far be something farther from what she wanted. Her words had clearly been mistaken for having another meaning. She'd listened carefully to each and every word that the woman in the more powerful position held. It seemed that she had struck a nerve amongst the older woman's response. Despite the fact that Nimueh hadn't even raised her voice, the tone of the words responded held enough to strike caution into her very soul.

"That may have been my intended meaning. Not about bringing down Uther. I know just as well as you that you'd do it within a flash of lightning. I just don't think you'd have the heart to go through with just any method of disposal. You're like a mother, you wouldn't have the will to do something that... would go against your heart. I don't think you'd prefer to kill." The young maiden stated. It wasn't meant to be disrespectful in that aspect, just what she'd truthfully believed. To her, it was simply another means of getting a job done, not to bring an end of the world, just to an undeserving ruler.

Stubborn as she may have been, it was what she believed needed to happen. For the end of Uther's reign would bring many changes. The revival of magic and the old religion was amongst the possibilities that would be the final outcome of the actions taken until the next king or queen was crowned. Though she knew that it would be a king. The end of the topic had come in the form of the brunette staring at her with a disapproving look and crossed arms. The body language was what kept her from truly speaking against the older, much more seasoned priestess.

Lips pressed in a firm line she watched as Nimueh stepped ever closer. With the change of her mentor's stance she felt more likely to relax. What was said in response pulled her out of the reassured feeling of being in the right, and put her on high alert. She knew in the long run if it came down to it, she'd not have enough power in her to take on the more experienced sorceress. "Yes, a test." Morgause stated, voice filled with false remorse. The smile on Nimueh's face had faded before her confirmation had been completed. She had been seen right through it seemed. And the tone the elder used was enough to physically make her flinch. It was true what Nimueh had said. The high priestess had known her from a very young age, having been lead out of Camelot at an age she couldn't even remember twenty summers previous.

"Have I not any respect for you? Of course I have respect for you, my lady." Morgause felt genuinely offended and her brown eyes narrowed. "Do you know of any other way to bring upon the end of Uther's reign? To bring the old religion back into the light of day? I want to bring back open worship of the Goddess, which can not happen while that man hunts down our kin!" She argued, a hand over her heart for dramatic flair.

Once a student, once naive and unsure, she was certain this was what the Mother Goddess wanted. Magic had been branded as an evil art, as well as the Old Religion. It was unknown to her, that it was people like herself that caused the ancient belief to grow to be hated. She however felt it in her blood that it was her duty to change that. It was her destiny to bring it back to Albion, or at least to take revenge for what Uther the king of Camelot had done. This was her very reason for being at the Stone Henge, the essence of her reasoning. And to have it kept from her was something she was not pleased about.

She knew the risks and the dangers associated with what she was doing. She'd been raised by the priestesses of the Old Religion, and had become one herself. She served only the Goddess. Even then, her own sacrifices were selfish. Her head raised as she lowered her hand and her lips tugged into a smug smirk. She knew exactly who it was that had stopped her from taking the Cup of Life. There was only one woman she could think of that would even have reason to be in the castle ruins.

Her mentor, and her guidance from when she was a child stood in the way of her path to paying Uther back for taking away her mother and father, as well as her sister. She did not personally remember the events that had transpired twenty summers ago, only that of what she had been told. As the blond woman heard the words that were sharp as knives she couldn't help but keep her smirk. She turned her attention from the sacrificial stone alter in the centre of the henge and brown eyes settled on the older woman.

"Ah, my dear teacher. High Priestess Nimueh. Did I believe that you would allow me to? No. I'm not a foolish child anymore. I'm a grown woman and I serve the goddess. It's time now to repay the dear king for what he has done to our people. There are two options. You allow me to do as I please... Or you don't and serve the consequences." Morgause stated. She was confident that she'd have the skill in magic to do anything she needed. It was time for the Old Religion to come back, and she'd do anything in her power to make those that defy her suffer as many curses as she knew.