The man made no indication that he knew who she was, though Morgana doubted she would have cared if he did. He would not have gained his reputation if he had been in the business of selling out anyone of less than credible standing that came to him. That and if he was, Morgana would make sure she was the last person he saw before his death. She knew he was examining her, he was a man after all, and Morgana simply lifted her chin a fraction. Nobility had been bred into her and suddenly being an exile hadn't changed that.
When finally he deemed to answer her, to his own delight she would add, Morgana answered. "I have need of some plants. Magical ones that, for certain reasons, I am unable to procure myself." And it would take time Morgana couldn't afford to spend away from her sister. "Mandrake, Belladonna, Myrrh and the like," she added, as if to make her point more clear. "I was told you were the person to see for such searches. I am prepared pay handsomly for your services."
If she had been permitted to return to her sisters lair, she could have found the herbs and plants she sought without fuss, but Morgause was too injured to be moved that distance, and Morgana could not bear leaving her for the time it would take to retrieve them. Not to mention she would be on foot, making her journey even longer than it had been before. As Morgana awaited his answer, she glanced to her left and right for a moment. Being hunted wasn't a feeling she was accustomed to just yet, so it was essential she keep her mind about her here.
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!]
Morgana had no idea why Arthur had summoned her, yes summoned her, to his chambers. Arthur only summoned her... well, never really. Normally he just came barging into her chambers if there was something he needed to say and couldn't wait another moment or she did the opposite to him. Granted she usually did it when there was cause to. He just enjoyed putting her off in that way, Morgana knew. Perhaps he just wanted somebody to moan to about these festivities. Morgana considered herself lucky that she was only Uther's ward. She was paraded around on occasion, but nowhere near as much as Arthur.
Finishing the final touches on the vase in her room, Morgana strightened up and began making her way to Arthur's chambers. If he was just calling on her so he could complain, she would leave him to his woes alone. Lord knew Arthur could be as temperamental as a female sometimes and she had no desire to be present as he ranted. Unless of course he would make a fool of himself. Now that Morgana would gladly act as an audience for.
Smiling a little at the thought, the lady made her way through the castle until she arrived at the Prince's door. No sign of Merlin. Perhaps he had escaped Arthur while he'd had the chance. Smart boy. Preparing herself for... whatever she may find on the other side of the door, Morgana lifted her hand and knocked once before she opened them and walked in. Arthur could consider himself lucky she'd even knocked, what with his summons and all.
"Alright Arthur. You sent for me and here I am," she said, announcing her presence. "What do you want?"
Morgana was firmly of the belief that she was past the age of acting a spoiled child pouting because their father-figure had taken a shinning to someone else. Lady Catrina seemed pleasant enough, if not a little fragile in her opinion, though Morgana knew she had no right to judge. Her ordeal had been a long and harrowing one, especially if Uther's urgency on the matter was any indicator, so she had every right to take time getting herself back together, but one thing that still sat uncomfortably with the King's Ward was their ages. Oh older men marrying younger women were not uncommon, it was seen almost every other month in the courts of the land, but in this case, Morgana was perplexed. This was Uther Pendragon after all. The man so set in his ways and mindset that not even a war would change it she suspected.
Queen Ygraine, what little of her Morgana knew, was the love of Uthers life. The one woman that he had pledged his heart and soul to. It had been twenty years since her death and she had not yet seen Uther's eye even glance at another. This sudden shift in that had caught everyone off guard it seemed. Catrina had only been with them a short time and already Uther had married her, and now named her heir to the kingdom.
If it had been any other man, perhaps Morgana would have felt happy for her guardian. And if Arthur had not just been all but disowned by the man, she would have felt less unsettled. Arthur was, and always had been, Camelot's heir. To hear that the King had stripped him of that... well, it formed a solid weight in her gut that did not sit well with the Lady. Hence her reasons for visiting his chamber this evening. She had dismissed Guinevère, and now stood outside Arthur's chambers, her hand poised to knock, which she did.
Morgana allowed her hand to fall back to her side as she waited. She knew he would be in his chambers. There she stood, in all her barefoot and mostly prepared for bed glory, standing outside the wooden doors to her adoptive brothers chambers as she tried to figure out what to say when he answered.
.:Name of Character:. Morgana Le Fay .:Nick Name:. Lady Morgana, The Witch, Morgy .:Age:. 22 years old .:Race:. Camelotian .:Status:. Nomad (Former Nobility and Royalty)
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.:Physical Appearance:. A born Lady, Morgana has had nobility bred into her from a young age. It is a title she takes very seriously, and her appearance reflects this. Morgana holds her head high when she enters a room and has near perfect posture, as she was taught by those around her and stands to her full height of approximately five foot seven. Regality has been expected of her since she was young and she holds herself accordingly, demanding respect when she is around others.
Unblemished, save for a few marks and scars she has gathered over the years, Morgana's complexion is a smooth and pale cream. A light webbing of fine lines marrs her knuckles from fighting with swords, and she has a slight scar line on her wrist from a sewing needle when she was younger, but aside from those and a select few freckles, Morgana possesses no other visible markings on her body. Her hair falls in dark waves down to the middle of her back and is a very dark brown that borders on black. She often wears it in different styles, depending on the demands of her day, but she rarely wears it completely down. In addition to this, her eyes are deceptive as the light can make them appear both green and blue. When her magic is in use though the iris flashes a honey golden hue. The frame of lashes around her eyes are slightly thick, but they add to the overall softness of her features, save for her jaw, which is slightly square and becomes even more pronounced when she is angry. High cheekbones give her face an aristocratic edge and her slender neck is emphasised by her sharply defined collarbones.
Usually, Morgana favors elegant dresses and cloaks befitting her station as a Lady of Camelot, however she has been known to forgo those luxuries for something more comfortable. Such as her battle gear and travelling wear. Colour means nothing to Morgana, however she does quite adore forest greens and lovely shades of blue and purple. As of late though, her clothing has reflected the more dark shift in her personality and now she favours darker cloaks and black garments.
.:Height:. 5' 7"
.:Portrayed by:. The Incredibly Stunning Katie McGrath
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.:Personality:. At odds perhaps with her upbringing, Morgana has always possessed a rather fiesty and cheeky personality. Her strong will and fiercely independent nature has developed over the course of her life, though it was displayed early on. A combination of her time spent in Camelot alongside Prince Arthur, and taking after her father Gorlois, Morgana is not one to back down from a challenge or flee from danger. It could be percieved as weakness, but the Lady of Camelot also has the sense to understand that sometimes hiding or retreating is neccessary. She has always been one to stand up for what she believed in, even doing so against the King and Prince on multiple occasions during her youth. This is a hint at the determined nature Morgana harbours. When she sets her mind to something, it would take an all out assault to make her change it. This trait has come in useful over the years however, as she has often been a voice of reason to the Prince and her nature has made her unable to give up on those causes.
From growing up around the Prince, Morgana also has quite the sense of humor, though it leans more towards sarcasm and personal jokes rather than practical ones. Growing up, she and Arthur have spent much time sparring verbally and that is something which has persisted into her adult life as well.
Respected by those around her, Morgana is a fierce friend and highly protective of those she allows close to her, even willing to walk into battle to defend them. Her personality lends her a certain ruthlessness and sense of fairness that means Morgana will always repay her debts to friends and will do everything in her power to make things right where she percieves a wrong has occurred. In addition to this, she also posseses quite a wrathful side, which can be downright vindictive and petty when she is pushed beyond her limits. Thankfully, Morgana has tight control over herself for the most part, so it is rare that she allows that side of herself out. Her intelligence makes her resourceful and cunning and, as of late, her fear for her life has led her to breaking free of her dependency on others for assistance.
The knowledge, or suspicion, that Morgana has magic terrified the young woman, but it has also done some good in her life. Initially disapproving of Uther's view regarding magic and those with it, the development of her own gifts has made this resolve even firmer. Morgana now wholly believes Uther to be wrong and has come to understand that he is unreasonable and unfair when it comes to those like her. She slowly grew more confident in herself and her views until the point where she came to stand against Uther completely. Learning that she had a sister changed Morgana, as her loyalties shifted alongside it and her hatred for Uther deepened. The betrayal by one of her friends and the subsequent year she spent away from Camelot solidifed that change and Morgana's personality darkened exponentially. She was now far more ruthless in her pursuits, putting aside those previous friendships and loyalties in favor of her sister and her ideals.
The death of Morgause hit Morgana hard. She was the only real family she had left in the world in her eyes, and now her anger and hatred towards Camelot, and Merlin, has grown even more. Now she believes the only person she can rely upon is herself and that it is her responsibility to bring down Camelot and reclaim the throne.
.:Strengths:. Strong willed, brave, learned sword user, intelligent, loyal to a fault, diplomatic (when required), dedicated, cunning, manipulative.
.:Weaknesses:. Stubborn, sewing (she never got the hang of it), easily angered, lack of propriety (sometimes), ignores rules, ignorant when overly emotional or angry.
.:Magic Abilities:. At first, Morgana was plagued by recurring nightmares. Initially, she had been unable to remember what occurred in her dreams, though she was troubled by them nonetheless. Gaius prescribed her sleeping draughts which helped, for a little while, in preventing the dreams, but they eventually returned, this time even worse. The dreams then began to come true, something that terrified Morgana. Over time, she came to understand that her dreams were in fact visions and that she could see the future. Her dreams were only a precursor though and strange things began to happen around her. It took Morgana little while to understand that she was the cause of them. Thanks to her sister, she is now capable of performing magic with simply a thought, though for some uses of her power she does use incantations. She was born with her gifts, but they only began to manifest dramatically in recent years. She still has prophetic dreams, though they are fewer than previously. Morgana is now considered to be a Priestess of the Old Religion, perhaps one of the last in existance in Albion.
.:Special Skills:. First and foremost, Morgana Le Fay was once the Lady of Camelot. As the Kingdom has no Queen, nor Princess, she had been raised to stand in at those gatherings where it was required. As such, Morgana has grown into quite the diplomatic young woman. She possesses an intelligence that allows her to observe and understand that which goes on around her, as well as a charisma and charm that makes it rather easy for her to garner favor with those she approaches. These are skills she put to good use as the Lady of Camelot and now in her pursuits to bring down the kingdom she once called home.
In addition to this, though it would perhaps be frowned upon by some, Morgana is quite skilled with a sword. She is quite capable of holding her own against men larger than her, and has demonstrated this skill multiple times. Most notably, she helped defend Merlin's village from raiders and stood against multiple foes with ease. She has even sparred with Prince Arthur and boasts that she has in fact bested him at least once. He of course denies it, but it cannot be disputed that Morgana knows her way around a sword. That's not to say she's not vulnerable. Morgana can be overwhelmed and beaten in combat. She isn't very skilled with other weapons either, however now she has learned to compensate for this with her magic, which she can also use to protect herself.
.:Accents:. Though she was born in Camelot, Morgana's mother initially hailed from another land and, as such, had an accent her daughter quickly picked up. It is a mixture of a highborn English accent and Irish brogue, which becomes far more apparent when she speaks in fits of anger.
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.:Birthplace:. Kingdom of Camelot
- Uther Pendragon - Guardian & Father: Uther was close friends with Gorlois, Morgana's father, and a knight of Camelot. While away in battle, he was killed, however Uther had promised to look after Morgana should anything happen to him. So, upon his death, Morgana was brought to Camelot and adopted as Uther's daughter and ward. Growing up, she often challenged the King, and still does. She does not fear him quite as much as others in the court, and holds no worries about standing up to him should it be required. She is bold, and forthcoming about her own views and beliefs, even if they clash with the King's. She honestly believes in doing what is right, no matter the consequences. What Morgana didn't know was that, as a result of an affair between Uther and Vivienne, Morgana is actually the daughter of Uther, not Gorlois. This is a fact she has since become aware of and has used to her advantage.
- Arthur Pendragon - Adoptive Brother: Arthur and Morgana, though unaware they were related by blood, treat each other as one would expect a brother and sister pair. With thinly veiled insults and a preparation to kill anyone who hurts the other. She see's Arthur as someone she can trust explicitly, though they do clash over Uther's views sometimes as Arthur seeks to uphold it, and Morgana snorts at them. Her regard of her 'brother' has since changed for Morgana as she now knows they are indeed half siblings. That makes Arthur competition for the throne she feels entitled to, and now that he has been crowned king, she has vowed to end Arthur just as she did Uther.
- Morgause Le Fay - Half Sister: Morgana initially didn't know of her relation to Morgause, but once it came to light, she quickly aligned herself with her sister. It was Morgause that taught her how to control her magic and saved her life after Merlin's betrayal. She loves her sister very much, evidenced by the fact she halted her attack on Camelot to rescue her, as Morgause had done for her a year earlier. Sacrificing her as she did was the hardest thing Morgana ever had to do and she misses her greatly.
- Gorlois Le Fay - Father: Morgana's father was killed in battle when she was ten years old. She has few memories of him, however the ones she does possess are of a strong, brave man who was loyal to Uther and a close friend of the King. She loved him dearly, and she often visits his resting place. Discussing his death fills her with a great sadness and she often goes quiet at mentions of him. Morgana still likes to think of Gorlois as her real father, though she knows now this is not true.
- Vivienne Le Fay - Mother: Her mother passed away from illness two years before Gorlois died in battle. Again, Morgana remembers little of her, but she adored her nonetheless. Though she knows little about her, she strives to be a good lady to make her mother proud of her even in death.
- Guinevère: Gwen was Morgana's closest friend, aside from Arthur, and their friendship had blossomed out of their relationship as Lady and Maidservant bringing them together at a young age. Morgana spares little thought for status between them, and often insists that Gwen call her by name rather than title. Morgana was angry at Uther for treating Gwen as he did and executing her father, though she spent all the time she could with her to comfort her friend. Guinevère is one person Morgana would die for and would never think of betraying. They often share jokes and castle gossip and Morgana loves the flowers Gwen often brings her. Morgana knows the future regarding Gwen, and has sworn to prevent it at all costs. The throne of Camelot is hers.
- Merlin: Though her time with Merlin is considerably less than with Gwen or Arthur, Morgana still considers him a friend. He has always been a willing ear for her when she was troubled, and she feels a connection with him, though it is only subtle. He has always been willing to help her and she admires his bravery in doing what is right and just. As a result, Morgana counts him as one of her true friends. That was until his ultimate betrayal of her. Now, he is an enemy that Morgana will relish killing. Especially for what he helped do to her sister.
.:Occupation:. Former Lady of Camelot and Uther's Ward, now a Priestess of the Old Religion.
.:Current Location of Residence:. Previously Camelot Castle, currently a hut in the woods.
.:History:. Born the youngest daughter of Gorlois and Vivienne Le Fay, Morgana grew up believing she was an only child. Unaware that she had a slightly older sister, her parents doted on the pale skinned, dark haired young girl. Gorlois, being a friend of King Uther of Camelot, and a knight of the kingdom, meant that Morgana was known to the royal family early on in her life. Around her eighth birthday unfortunately, her mother fell ill and it wasn't long after that Vivienne passed away, leaving Morgana to raised by her father alone. Gorlois never remarried and devoted himself to the caring of and raising of his daughter, as well as the protection of Camelot. Two years passed in blissful happiness, however it wasn't meant to last. When Morgana was barely ten years old, King Uther sent her father into battle. A battle from which he never returned.
Grief stricken, the young girl was taken in by the King, as per a promise he had made to his old friend before his departure, to always watch over her. Though she was sad, Morgana eventually settled into Camelot, and her role as Lady. Having been an only child, it took her a little longer to adjust to suddenly having something akin to a sibling in Prince Arthur and, more often than not, she found him annoyingly irritating. Especially when he played pranks on her. She was still saddened by the death of her father and essentially being alone in the world, but with time, Morgana came to regard the King and Prince as close to family as she could have. It was only a scant few years later that Morgana was given a maidservant whom would serve her.
Guinevère turned out to be so much more than that however. As they were close in age, Morgana quickly found a friend in Gwen and, despite their differences in status, she would even have named Gwen her best friend. Morgana and Gwen practically grew up together and having a friend in her servant helped shape Morgana into the Lady she would become. Just because Guinevère was a servant didn't mean she was beneath Morgana. In fact, she preferred her company to that of the ladies in the court.
As time passed, Morgana grew into quite a beautiful and well respected young woman, often seen alongside the King and Prince. Many considered her a fine lady and she was approached quite a few times regarding a potential marriage, however Morgana, holding no interest in such a union, declined every time. Her independent nature and strong will drove off a fair few of those suitors also, a fact she is in no small way proud of.
From a very young age, Morgana was haunted by troubling dreams, and this was exasperated by the fact she could never quite remember what her dreams were about. It wasnt until she was older that this began to change, and her dreams became increasingly more vivid. The sleeping draughts given to her by Gaius began to fail and Morgana came to realise that her dreams were far more than simple nightmares.
When Guinevère's father, Tom, was put to death for the supposed use of sorcery, Morgana grew increasingly angry with her guardian. For a while now, she had disagreed with his policy on sorcery, on the horrible treatment of those with magic, but with this event, it grew exponentially. She even went as far as arranging a plot to have Uther killed. A plot which she ultimately foiled herself when her torn emotions regarding the King forced her to protect him from the assassin.
Morgana soon came to discover that her dreams were far from simple dreams, when other strange occurrences began around her. She set fire to her chambers and shattered glass multiple times before she began to understand. She had magic. This terrified Morgana like nothing else, as she knew that if Uther discovered it, she would be put to death. Fear drove her to Merlin in the hopes that he could help her. The Druids were his answer and she sought them out. Unfortunately, before they could help her, Morgana was forced to return to Camelot and Uther.
She didn't know what drew her to the woman Morgause when she arrived in Camelot, and subsequently summoned her for a meeting, but Morgana found herself agreeing with her on the subject of Uther. He was a tyrant who would sooner execute her if he discovered her magic. Unaware that Morgause was using her as a living host for her spell, Morgana was returned to Camelot. She believed it was her magic that kept her from falling asleep like everyone around her was, and the appearance of Merlin and Arthur reassured her somewhat. She was thankful that Merlin didn't explain her suspicions as to why she was immune to whatever was happening, but she couldn't have predicted what would happen next as they planned to save the King.
The drink was cool and soothing, but it didn't take long before she began to have trouble breathing. Merlin's tears confirmed it. He had poisoned her. Confused, betrayed and fearful, Morgana struggled for breath, choking until she finally fell unconscious. It was many days later that she finally awoke to find Morgause tending her. Once again confused, she told her to rest.
It wouldn't be for another year that Morgana would return to Camelot, though she was no longer the loving ward everyone believed her to be. Morgana had aligned herself with Morgause and was set on bringing down Uther. It was during one of these attempts, which was thwarted, that Morgana discovered she was actually Uther's biological daughter. He had had an affair with her mother, but refused to claim her, even after her parents demise. Angered, Morgana told her sister of this, who then proceeded to persuade Morgana that the throne of Camelot was hers by right then. Her goals then shifted and she sought the throne, and the end of Arthur, her rival for the crown. Though she didn't succeed in killing him, Morgana was crowned Queen of Camelot for a week. She ruled with an iron fist and tried to break the Knights, but before she could succeed, she was overthrown by Arthur.
In the battle, Morgause was injured and Morgana whisked her away to safety after bringing down the room. Another year later saw Morgana sacrifice her sister, at Morgause's insistence, to tear open the veil between the living and the dead to plague Camelot. That plan was foiled, but that hasn't stopped Morgana trying to bring down Uther. When she finally succeeded, Morgana then turned her attention to Arthur, the new King of Camelot, whom she has sworn to kill. Her fear over the sorcerer Emrys killing her is paramount in her mind and, having now met him, she knows he must die before he can kill her.
The lunge didn't surprise Morgana, nor did it frighten her. Uther was well bound and she didn't fear him anymore. In any way. Once she may have feared for her life when it came to her guardian and unknown father but now... she was no longer that frightened girl. She raised an eyebrow as he tried to lecture her. Did he honestly think his words meant anything to her now? He'd lied to her since she was a child, and hunted and persecuted her kind. If he'd discovered her magic he would have killed her too. Nothing Uther could say would ever change how she felt about him now.
“But Arthur will return for you Uther. He will not be able to resist trying to help free his father and in doing so he will deliver himself right to me,” Morgana replied with a smirk. Her smile faded though as Uther threatened her personally. “Do you think I care any longer what you think of me? What you threaten me with Uther? You brought about your own downfall the day you decided I was not worth claiming as your daughter,” she growled. And who knew for sure? All it may have taken was his claiming of her to prevent any of this.
“Oh I wish for your death. Every moment of every day, but you remaining alive for now serves me a greater purpose,” the Queen said, her face cold. “But don't fret Uther. Your time will come. After I have seen you break, you will know the sting of death. Mark my words.” And after she'd wrung every ounce of strength from him as he watched Arthur die right in front of him. It was his turn to know how it felt to lose something he loved.
Morgana inclined her head a little and made her way to the table before being seated. She remained, for the most part, quiet though as her plate was settled before her. Now that it was before her, she realised she was rather hungry, but that had previously been overshadowed by the turmoil of the afternoon. So, she slowly began to eat, aware that the King was watching her from his seat at the table also. No amount of eating though, of polite conversation and pandering would make her feel better. It was deeply ingrained, what she felt, and Morgana knew it was going to trouble her for a long while to come. Part of her wished Arthur were dinning with them. At least with the Prince around he could act as a buffer, capable of breaking this silence that had settled at the table.
She herself didn't know what to say. How could she when Morgana herself did not know whether she was glad or regretful that she had saved the King?
Then again, perhaps Arthur's presence wouldn't be the best. He would no doubt side with his father, grateful to her for saving him and that would increase her guilt ten fold. For all her anger towards Uther, Arthur was another matter. She didn't want to be angry with the Prince, even if he did vex her sometimes with his barbs and almost inability to go against his father. But Arthur was learning. He was growing into his own man, evident enough by his assistance of her with the Druid boy. He'd gone behind his fathers back then.
Letting out a small sigh, Morgana tried to break the silence that had filled the room. "Thank you for taking that journey with me your highness," she said, unable to think of anything else to say.
Alistair... Morgana knew that name, though at the moment it only flittered around the edges of her memory. She had heard it before, obviously in Camelot, but where? And why? She couldn't remember at the moment. Frowning, she tilted her head as she tried to place it. When he said he meant her no harm, is suddenly clicked. Uther. Alistair had been the name of the man, the druid, who had kidnapped Uther from Camelot. Her fear didn't dissipate though. He said he meant her no harm, and he had obviously seen her magic a moment ago, but did he know who she was?
And if he didn't, how would his attitude change if he were to discover it?
She was after all Lady Morgana of Camelot. Uther's ward. The druids probably regarded her in the same light as Arthur, though nothing could be further from the truth. She didn't align herself with Uther's beliefs on magic. In fact, she was entirely opposed to them. She had magic. How could she go along with the slaughter of her own kind?
Morgana swallowed as she regarded the man. If she didn't reveal her identity, he might puzzle it out and strike when she couldn't preempt it. At least if she told him, she would be prepared for anything he attempted. So, with that thought in mind, she lifted her chin a fraction. "I am Morgana," she said. "Lady Morgana of Camelot," she added for clarification.
Now was the time to see how he reacted to her. Would he pull back? Or would he try to strike at her? Either way, Morgana wasn't unarmed. She had a dagger in her cloak, and she knew how to use it. And she had magic. She could protect herself. She would protect herself.
"Your ignorant defending of Uther is answer enough Lucan," Morgana spat. She wasn't getting angry, but it was high time these people learned that trifling with her was not something done lightly. Even if she had torture and execute everyone they'd ever looked at twice to prove it. She was done being lenient. Now it was time to remind these people who their Queen was. And what she could do.
"You looked at her Lucan. You spoke with her, you developed feelings for her. That alone makes her have everything to do with this. For it is you who turned her into your weakness. If you cannot defend such a weakness, it is better not to have it," the Queen replied. "The time has come for you and your friends to learn what happens when you disrespect your sovereign." Turning from the man, Morgana turned to the guards.
"Find the girl. You will bring her here to me. If she struggles, subdue her. I do not care what means you use, so long as she isn't spoiled or hurt too badly. She still needs to be able to suffer," she instructed them, glancing at Lucan. "First you will return him to the dungeons." Morgana then turned back and reclaimed her seat on her throne.
"This will teach you to think before you speak again Lucan. Your words will now decide the fate of not only yourself, but her as well," the young woman said, a smirk on her features. "Goodbye Lucan." With that, she gestured to the guards and they hauled Lucan out of the room to drag him back down to the dungeons.
[Hope that was ok! I thought this could be a good place to finish the thread off! Feel free to post again if you want to!]
It surprised Morgana that none of the men around her could feel the pure distaste she had for the idea of returning to Camelot. She had left the city for a reason, and now she was being brought back. Almost against her will. On some level, Morgana knew she should have expected this. First the fire in her chambers, then she had up and vanished. Of course Uther would think magic was involved, and that she had been kidnapped. And Arthur would do as he bid and come to retrieve her. None of that made Morgana feel any better. Merlin had taken a risk helping her escape Camelot and get to the Druids, and now she understood what these occurances had been about. She'd had her suspicions but now... now she knew the truth. She had magic. Not the type that one learned from a book, since apparently there were different schools, but the sort of magic that came from within and required no words. Those incidents had been of her doing.
That knowledge made Camelot all of a sudden far more dangerous.
If Uther were ever to discover, ever to suspect she had magic, he would throw her in the dungeons and sentence her to death like he had so many before her. Morgana had no doubt that Uther wouldn't even think twice about it. He was unreasonable when it came to magic and the mere mention of it would blind him. No, Camelot wasn't safe for Morgana anymore. She would have to be very careful from now on.
She also felt guilt.
That druid camp had been attacked, raided, by Arthur and his men in pursuit of her. Some of the men would have fought. Some of them would have died. It was her fault. She had gone to them and, unthinkingly, brought their pursuers to their door. That guilt ate away at Morgana as she rode with Arthur back towards Camelot. She should have listened to Merlin and come back, even though she hadn't wanted to. Gaius was efficient, but ultimately not required for her leg injury. Aglain had done a good job of looking after her wound. As had Mordred. Morgana took a small amount of happiness from seeing the boy again, though it was tempered with the guilt of having his camp raided. She felt connected to Mordred. It wasn't something she could explain with words but, since Merlin had brought the injured boy to her chambers, she had wanted to care for him.
Now alone, for perhaps the first time since she'd returned to Camelot earlier in the afternoon, Morgana sat on her bed, her thoughts far from the castle. She prayed Mordred and Aglain had been able to escape, that her mistake hadn't cost them their lives. They'd only tried to help her after all. She wasn't even drawn from her thoughts immediately when Arthur entered her chambers. It wasn't until he spoke that she realised he was there. "I am fine Arthur," she replied automatically. And, as far as he was concerned, she was. Morgana couldn't very well tell Arthur that she was troubled with fear over her 'captors' escape and whether or not they were okay. He would take that the wrong way.
The fear that had settled in her stomach over the past few days was a constant presence with Morgana now. How could it not be though? While perhaps she should fear the consequences of harbouring a wanted individual in her chambers, Morgana did not. It was fear for the individual, the boy, that followed her wherever she went, rather than what Uther could do to her should he discover the truth. The boy was an innocent. He was a child for heavens sakes! And yet Uther was hunting him like he had tried to stab the King or Prince in full view of the court. She didn't understand it. The boy was just that, a boy, and yet the King claimed he was dangerous. Morgana didn't know why, but everything within her protested allowing Uther to execute him.
And so, with the help of Merlin and Guinevère, she was going to get him out of Camelot. The guards were on high alert, searching everyone who came and went from the city, but there was a way around that. Merlin was to get the key, while Guinevère fetched some of her own clothing for Morgana to disguise herself with. It was dangerous, oh extraordinarily dangerous for Morgana to be doing this, but she had to help the boy. Gaius had disapproved of them all for looking after him, but the old physician hadn't failed them. He'd saved the child's life and now it was their responsibility to get him safely out of the city. Morgana worried her lip as she looked out the window of her chamber, her eyes scanning the courtyard where the boys carer had been executed not too long ago. Her mirror had shattered with such force without even being touched.
That had, if nothing else, made Morgana's resolve even firmer. This child had magic, but he wasn't old enough to be scheming against Uther. He didn't even seem old enough to make a concious decision to learn magic. Perhaps he had been born with it.
Releasing a small sigh, Morgana closed the window and made her way back over to the boy's hiding place, drawing aside the curtain. She couldn't help the smile that made its way across her features as she saw him sitting up. "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly, even though she could see it. His skin no longer held the pallid colour that he'd been sporting for the last few days. Gaius had done his work well.
Morgana watched from her position as a man came into her line of view. It was only one man. So that contact hadn't sold her out to the Knights of Camelot. Not that she expected to be, but it was a possibility she had to live with now. And if he had, she would have hunted him down and ripped every breath from his body for betraying her like that. It may mean nothing to him, some gold or whatever, but to her it was her sister. To betray her was to try and kill her sister and Morgana wouldn't tolerate that. She would murder any who tried.
She watched with steady eyes as he approached and finally seemed to take notice of her. So this was Richard de Calys. Part of Morgana prayed that he could get what she needed to help her sister.
When he cleared his throat, Morgana straightened and stepped forward, reaching up to push the hood of her cloak back over her head and allowed her hair to fall free. It felt haphazardly off and she lifted her chin. If he recognised her or not, that was his problem. She didn't care. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind regarding this man. "I am told you are one who can procure rare and magical items for a price," Morgana spoke. She was aware that money here would be the currency, rather than the fear she could envoke in him, and she was prepared to pay. Morgause's life meant far more to her than simple money.
"I have need of your services," she added a moment later. She wouldn't reveal of course the truth of her need until she was certain, but a little taste wasn't dangerous.
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.
The dungeons of Camelot were colder than she remembered. Then again, the atmosphere of the place wasn't helped by the way the guards kept furitively looking in on her. It was with a mix of confusion, fear and pity that they watched over her this time, though Morgana suspected that, unlike the others, there would be no order to have her released in the morning. Uther had summoned the guards in full view of the court and had her dragged down here to be locked up. As heartless as he appeared sometimes, Morgana had seen the pain on his face and part of her had hated that she'd put it there.
It had been a pure accident of course. While in the courtyard with the court, seeing off someone who, in retrospect was of little consequence to Morgana, a horse and cart had broken loose. Her position put her in its errant way, and even Arthur couldn't cross the distance fast enough to save her. But saved she had been, and it was only when the cart finally stilled, on its side, half crushed, that Morgana realised what had happened. Like the vase in her room.... like the candle.... magic had errupted from within her and acted without her will.
Almost the entirety of Camelot's court had seen it. There was no denying it this time. Morgana had used magic. The worst part of it was that she hadn't meant to. Just like the other times. Merlin had said he could help her, that the druids could help her, but nothing had come of that venture other than Arthur raiding their camps looking to rescue her from her 'kidnappers'. There was nothing Morgana could have done about this. So, when the shock finally seemed to fade from everyone's faces, Uther had ordered the guards to sieze her. They had hesitated, she had noticed, but they couldn't disobey their King. And thus Morgana had been dragged down to the dungeons and locked up like a criminal.
That was where she had remained for almost a full day now. It was rough to sleep in, this she already knew, but she had managed a little bit of peace. Now however the reality was sinking home. She had demonstrated magic before King Uther Pendragon of Camelot. Her life was now in the hands of the man who executed children for having magic. What hope did Morgana have against such blind hatred?
Pulling her legs up and arranging her dress so it didn't tie her up in knots, Morgana rested her chin on her knees and sighed.
"Dont you dare lecture me about being out here when you shouldn't have been either!" Morgana hissed, her eyes glancing around them. There he was trying to act like he knew better than her when he was being nothing but a hipocrit. He shouldn't have been out there either and, if anything other than them being captured had occurred, she would have taken pleasure in driving that fact home to the Prince. However, as it stood, they were captured and being dragged along by a group of burly thugs. She bristled at his comment about her nosiness. It wasn't worth arguing with him right now.
Later, after they got out of this, and they would, she was going to get him back for that comment, but now... now Morgana had to admit that what he said struck a chord inside her. It frightened her because... because this could be her end. These men were dangerous, they could hurt or even kill her. And Arthur. Morgana silenced herself then, turning her head away so Arthur couldn't see her face. Instead, she turned her attention to observing the men all around them. It was clear that they all followed the orders of the leader, and that they were outnumbered. Morgana was quite good at observing that which went on around her, and figuring out things, but never before had she been in a situation like this.
Adrenaline was still lingering in her system, as well as the underlying fear. It was a potent combination in reality, but Morgana was, at that very moment, just more concerned with where they were going. Camelot wouldn't miss them until morning came, when Guinevère arrived to wake her, and Arthur's manservant did the same. Until then, they were at the mercy of these men and whatever it was they planned to do with them. Simply killing Arthur hadn't been their goal, or he would already be dead. No, they must have wanted something else. A ransom perhaps.
Setting: Deep in the woods of Camelot
Tiimeline: When Morgana is about 16 years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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