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Post by mysery on Apr 21, 2011 3:20:00 GMT -5
Morgana raised an eyebrow as Uther almost went about lecturing her. Funny how he was locked in the dungeons, stripped of everything, yet he still thought enough of himself to believe he could lecture her. "The Knights Code," the Queen mused, a smile on her face as she wandered around the cell, taking it all in. "A set of rules and guildelines for the Knights of Camelot to follow and obey. Breaking of them results in the stipping of ones honor...." she trailed off, turning to look at her father.
"Oh but wait father," Morgana said with a frown, tilting her head to the side. "Tut tut. We are forgetting one very important fact," she added, approaching Uther once more. She then let a malicious smirk cross her features. "I am no knight."
"I am Queen," the lady said boldly, lifting her chin as she smirked. "And I will set my own code. Like you yourself did. One rule for the rulers and one for the ruled." His next words made Morgana seeth. Unwilling to hold back that anger again, she lashed out, striking Uther across the face with her hand.
"How dare you act like you care. Gaius did not deserve to be put in that position. If we are going to burn the traitors father then shall I send the guards to fetch him? After all, by your laws he should be dead. He should have been dead years ago. Loyalty and servitude never meant anything to you before when you suspected someone of sorcery." Taking a deep breath, Morgana calmed herself. She would relish when the time came to end Uther's hate filled existence once and for all.
"Nor would blood," she said, her voice chilling in its softness.
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Post by mysery on Apr 21, 2011 3:04:15 GMT -5
Morgana smiled as Yassia was obviously running around inside her own mind, contemplating this little task the Queen had given her. If only everybody were so easily occupied. Then she would not have to deal with the Knights in the way she was going to have to. Leon was key to this entire problem though. He was standing up as the Knights leader since Uther was indisposed and Arthur was missing from Camelot. If she could break him, bring Leon under her control and to his knees, then the other Knights would follow. Strong as they might be together, individually they were nothing more than mortal men.
"One can only do what they can Yassia," Morgana replied with an understanding nod of her head. "And expecting more would be unreasonable." She would probably have reacted badly had she not already anticipated that Yassia would be hesitant to help her. After all, Leon was her uncle and she clearly valued her family unlike some royalty. As it stood, calmness and understanding were the tools she needed here. Not her power.
For now.
Of all the things Morgana had expected, Yassia asking her to help her address the scouts hadnt been one of them, and her surprise flickered across her features briefly. Morgana had other things she needed to attend to today, but she supposed they could be put back slightly. Besides, if it helped in bringing Yassia onto side, then she would be happy to. Smiling, the young Queen nodded. "Of course. If you wish me to," she replied, lifting her hand to the door. Normally she would just walk in, but things were different now and Morgana knew she had to tread carefully.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Apr 17, 2011 4:42:27 GMT -5
 Morgana spared little thought for the scuffle taking place. Her sole focus was the brute still holding her arm captive. He too had a weapon, but his eyes were on the fight taking place. Fool. If one wanted to live, they needed to be aware of their surroundings. Something this man was not. How she hated stupidity in all its forms. She just needed to get ahold of her dagger while he was distracted...
Her hand brushed the hilt of the weapon and she grinned. Slipping it from the sheath, she held it concealed, poised to strike, when her rescuer stepped up. Huh clearly the other two had even less stomach than their ringleader did. Or they clearly didnt fear him enough to keep fighting no his behalf. Cowards.
"Let her go."
Morgana glanced at the sword pointed at her captor, her captor was doing the same she noted, but she didn't waste any time. This man had grabbed her, laid his filthy hands on her and proceeded to try and use her as a shield.
He didnt deserve mercy. Or to live for that matter.
Not sparing her actions a second thought, or a blink, Morgana thrust her dagger up into the flesh under her captors arm. Hit a lung if she wasnt mistaken. He scrambled to release her then, but he was none to gentle about it. He all but threw Morgana, for he was much larger than her, at the man who'd fought for her and she had no choice but to go with the flow.
The brute stumbled back meanwhile, clutching at his side where her dagger's hilt protruded.
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Apr 17, 2011 1:38:15 GMT -5
"And they will do well to stay away from Ealdor if they know what is good for them if there are more out there," Morgana growled. She had no problem whatsoever returning to this village to protect it from future threats if some other bandits got it into their heads that Kanen getting himself killed wasnt enough of a dissuading force for them. This was Merlin's home, and he wouldn't hesitate to do the same for one of his friends. Hopefully this would be lesson enough for anyone thinking of taking advantage of Ealdor. When Arthur mentioned Uther and the fact he would have his sons head, she grinned.
"While I think you'd look all the better with out it, I did take care of that," she replied. After all, the King's ward couldnt just up and disappear for a few days without it drawing somebody's attention. Gwen had been her saviour there. And Gaius. "I sent Gwen with a note to Gaius who was all to happy to inform the King that his ward would need to be kept in her chambers for the next few days while she recovers from a highly contagious sickness. Nobody should enter but Gaius." The older man had at first refused, but when she'd explained why she needed it, he'd finally caved. She had wanted to help Merlin and Gaius knew as well as anyone that when she got it into her head to do something, it was better for all to just go with it. Arthur was the only one who hadn't learned that lesson it seemed.
"After that, you'd be surprised how far a cloak with a good hood will get you," Morgana added with a grin and a tap of her chin. She grew more serious though as Arthur agreed with her about the wind. Only a fool wouldnt think magic had caused it, but if he didnt want to use such words, she wouldn't. Even if Will had been a sorcerer, she couldn't fault Merlin for keeping it from them. They weren't even supposed to be here, and Ealdor wasn't part of Camelot technically. By rights, they had no need to know.
"No one ever wins in battle Arthur," Morgana said softly. "One side just doesn't lose as heavily as the other. Everyone pays a price when they fight, but at the end of the day, one has to weigh that price against the cost of not going ahead with the battle." And Morgana honestly believed that. This fight needed to happen. "We made the right choice, though I too feel the losses."
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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Post by mysery on Apr 11, 2011 5:33:44 GMT -5
 Morgana's face hardened a little as Cenred mentioned Arthur. A long time ago, she would have believed he could be a better king than his father, but she had been naive and innocent then. "Uther poisons everything he touches with his hatred of magic. Including his son. Arthur has marched many a person to the executioners block on behalf of his father. No matter what he might say, it would only take one mistake, one misuse, one accident and Arthur would become his father all over again."
"How can a King be just or claim to know his people when he can never know what it is like to have a gift you didn't ask for? That allows to do things no mortal can do?" she asked rhetorically. "A good ruler of magic and man Arthur will never be while he is Uther Pendragon's son." It sounded fanciful to even her own ears, but deep, deep down under her anger and rage at her father, Morgana believed what she said to be true. She didnt expect Cenred to understand. Still, she grinned and quirked an eyebrow. "Queen Morgana of Camelot sounds good."
"Uther himself is just a man, he does not frighten me, but I was naive and uncertain. We both know what he would do to me if he were to discover the truth. Before I embraced who I was, losing my life for something I couldn't control scared me," Morgana explained, though a part of her wondered why on earth she was telling this to Cenred of all people. Perhaps it was that she knew exactly where they stood. There was no pretense, no lie. Just stark, blunt, harsh truth. "He holds no power over me anymore."
"Whatever personal affairs you conduct with my sister are not my concern. So long as they do not threaten our plans, I am happy for the pair of you to see each other in whatever light you so choose," she commented with a smile. She fell silent then for a few moments, considering this entire situation. "However foreign the idea, strangely I think this is the most honest conversation I've had with anyone besides my sister in a long time. If you were to give me your back, I would probably drive a knife into it. And I'd expect nothing less if I did the same.... Oddly it is.... nice," the lady said with a frown, as if she found her own words hard to understand.
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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Post by mysery on Apr 10, 2011 22:03:42 GMT -5
 Morgana's first instinct when Guinevère replied to her words was that something seemed wrong. Her maid and friend seemed..... different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The second was protectiveness. She may not know what was going on, but she wasn't going to send Gwen out there into whatever that was unneccessarily! Those men still worried her. Camelot's colours would never have been removed unless the kingdom had fallen to an attack and had been taken over. Which would explain a lot, not finding anyone she knew, Arthur being missing, but at the same time, was contradicted by what she saw.
If they had been invaded, why make her Queen? She wasn't of royal blood, so she couldn't take the throne legitimately. Maybe they thought she would easier to control? Well if that was their reasoning, they were in for one hell of a shock.
And what about Arthur? Surely she'd expect that if the kingdom had been invaded, Gwen would have stood by the King and Prince and wouldn't have been allowed go free. Just as Merlin would have. And Gaius. Everyone she knew would have stood together.
Realising she hadn't replied to Gwen, she shook her head. "No, no. I dont think it's safe out there and I'd rather not put you in danger," she replied honestly, releasing her grip on her friend's shoulder and turning back to the table where the crown sat. "I'll have to find Arthur myself."
Suddenly a horrific thought hit her. If Arthur was dead....
Feeling unsteady, she sat down at the table and tried to calm her racing heart. She couldnt jump to conclusions. She needed information. She needed to figure out what was going on. Worry wouldn't help right now.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur Pt 2'
Storyline: Morgana's Enchantment - Part 1
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Post by mysery on Apr 10, 2011 12:56:34 GMT -5
Morgana considered breaking her 'no magic' rule for a few moments when the burly lug head refused to let go of her wrist. She had a dagger slid into her belt, and he was quickly increasing her desire to use it. Maybe cutting off one or two of his fingers would get the message across. She knew it would make herself feel better. Just as she was contemplating reaching for the dagger, and judging if she could get her hands on a sword to handle the rest of the men, someone spoke up behind her.
“You heard the lady. Get your hands off her.”
Great, some man was stepping in. Maybe she'd get out of this without having to kill anybody. The thug however, and his cronies, didnt look like they were going to back off anytime soon. It was a real shame she couldn't use her magic. To see the look of realisation and utter shock on their faces would almost be worth it. Morgana was brought from her somewhat homicidal thoughts as the thug spoke.
“You heard her, too. Mind your own business.”
“I can’t. She’s with me.”
If she'd been drinking something, she may have chosen at that point to spit it out. That was this man's brilliant plan? Clearly he was looking to get his ass kicked. Or maybe he just wanted her for himself and had no sense of self preservation. Either way, it didn't bode well for him after a statement like that. And just as she predicted, the thugs didn't respond well.
“I doubt that. You want her as much as I do. I’m afraid you will have to fight for her, pretty boy.”
The thug stood up then as one of his men took a swing at the man, however he didnt release her. What, did he think holding on to her would afford him some kind of protection? Not likely. Morgana got a brief glimpse of her 'rescuer' before the man holding her tugged her to him. If she could grab her dagger, she'd end him herself. But he had her arm trapped as he drew his own sword, and her rescuer replied and the fray began.
The guy holding her didn't show any signs of releasing her, so Morgana reached for the weapon concealed at her waist. She didnt know how her rescuer would fair, but she had bigger problems at that particular moment.
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Apr 9, 2011 22:51:34 GMT -5
Ooo and lots more opportunities for Morgana to do her evil scheming plottingness in that time. 
I personally am looking forward to seeing if Mordred makes a reappearance this series. We all know he and Morgana are going to form an evil empire alliance so yay!!
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Post by mysery on Apr 7, 2011 21:57:56 GMT -5
 Regardless of his words, Morgana, looking back, wished she had done something. It was rather out of character for her to run away like she had, but most people never saw this of her. She was blunt, independant and strong willed. And here she had been felled by a few words. She knew there was more to it than that, as did Arthur now, but she didnt not want others to know how vulnerable she had become over it all. Part of Morgana wished she could march down there right now and slap Bowen for all of this, or run him through with a sword. But then, that meant leaving her room in the state she was in and everyone would see. Not to mention that the rat Bowen would get to see she had been crying and thus get the satisfaction of upsetting her so. She didnt care if that had been his intention or not. She would not be seen like that by him of all people!
Morgana nodded to Arthurs words about not blaming herself. She had a little twinge of guilt inside her for what had happened, but for the life of her, couldn't think of anything she had done to incur such hostility from Sir Bowen, no. Bowen. She would not give him that title, even in her mind now. He didn't deserve it. "We were all fooled Arthur, you included. He is good at decieving obviously, and could probably fool even his own mother," Morgana cut in, her voice firm. "You are no more at fault than I am." She didnt want Arthur feeling guilt for this. How could anyone have known unless Bowen showed his true colours? She shuddered a little to think how long this charade may have continued had she not inadvertadely heard his boasting on the training field today.
The lady breathed a sigh of relief when Arthur swore he wouldn't tell anyone. She knew Arthur too well though to think he would simply leave this alone. He would deal with Bowen in one way or another. But, Morgana didnt doubt his reassurances one bit. He had given her his word and she knew Arthur didnt do that lightly. He took his position as Prince and a knight very seriously. His word was his bond and his honour demanded he uphold both. He wouldn't tell anyone unless she either did so, or asked him to do so on her behalf. She was grateful she could trust him to be there for her when she needed it the most.
"Thank you Arthur," Morgana said honestly, meaning it for everything. For comforting her, for standing up for her, for just being there when she needed somebody to. She had regretted giving Guinevère the day off so she could pursue her silly little idea, but Arthur had come through for her and she loved him all the more for it. Tomorrow they would probably be at each other's throats again, trying to draw blood with their words, but for now, she was content and felt at peace with her brother.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Apr 7, 2011 21:15:50 GMT -5
"Uther has been tyrant to Camelot and it's people, all its people, for far too long. Naivety serves nobody and everyone would be better off if he were dead," Morgana replied automatically. Yes, she honestly believed that, though her motives had become somewhat less noble more recently. Now, she just wanted to punish Uther for what he had done to her. He had made her fear herself and that was something Morgana would never forgive him for. And then, to deny her who she really was, to lie to her all her life like that... He would pay with his life for it.
As Cenred asked about her motives, she smiled at him and mirrored his leaning forward in her seat. "Uther made me frightened of myself and I will never forgive him for it," she replied. Okay so she had told half the truth, but telling Cenred she was Uther's daughter wasn't a smart idea. Even if he didnt immediately spread the word, which would be bad, she didnt want him having any kind of leverage over her... well, anymore than he currently had.
"Aren't you just the charmer," Morgana chuckled, leaning back now, goblet in hand. She raised an eyebrow at his cold tone. Maybe Cenred and Uther had more of a history than the King had let on. Then again, he was a liar and a deciever. There was probably a lot about Camelot that Uther lied about.
"Im sure she will be thrilled to hear she is so pleasing to you," the lady commented dryly. From what she had seen, her sister entertained the King, but didnt appear to actually care for him. Not that Morgana cared. Whom her sister got involved with wasnt her concern. Camelot and Uther were. "I will take that as a compliment," she added, tilting her goblet to him in mock thanks.
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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Post by mysery on Apr 7, 2011 20:58:16 GMT -5
Morgana scoffed rather unlady like over her shoulder at him. "Me? Jealous? The only reason I care at all about who's sniffing around you this time is because Im waiting for them to get to know you better," she replied with a grin. "Once they do, and it's sure to happen when you marry one of them, they'll come to see how much of a boorish oaf you are, only good for taking blows to the head." Okay, yes, she was getting a little nasty, but she was annoyed at him, thoroughly, and he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing.
She halted right beside her table when he mentioned Guinevère and she was all set to reply until he carried on. Gwen would never laugh at her!! Not in a million years! Unlike Arthur, she didnt see her maid as just that. Though they had only been together for a year or so, they were friends! How dare he insult both Gwen and herself with that! Clenching her fist around the brush, the rather weighty and solid brush she might add, Morgana ground her teeth at his thinly veiled barb. Bastard knew full well she didnt want to leave her room.
Why did he have to be so mean? Clearly he hadnt learned how to read body signals or he might have realised she was upset, and thus her temper was on a very short rope to begin with. But no. He had to be lug headed and come in here and remind her of her having no eyebrows and make her way to cry. She hated him!
Acting on pure anger and hurt, Morgana turned on her heel so sharply that her hair spun around in the air, and hurled the heavy, wooden brush in her hand at his head with deadly accuracy. Not content to simply leave it there, she stalked towards him after the brush and balled up a fist. Without waiting or caring if the brush had hit him or not, she drew it back and punched him as hard as she could in that smug, bastardly face of his!
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Apr 6, 2011 9:11:11 GMT -5
 Morgana was quiet for a moment as she considered how to answer Catalina. She understood that which she was talking about, but she also understood the other aspect as well. "When people think they're fighting for their lives, they will use whatever means is at their disposal, I suppose," she replied finally. In Merlin's home village, the people had taken brooms, rakes, anything they could use to protect themselves. People who had magic simply utilised it, like a soldier did his sword, the way she saw it.
The lady touched the rose petals softly. She had been pricked by enough flowers in Camelot's gardens that she knew never to grab any flower by its stem, lest you wanted to get jabbed by thorns. A lesson one had to learn first hand, she noted. This flower however, despite its thorns, was still beautiful. How could something so wonderful, so beautiful, be evil? Catalina herself seemed nice, patient and kind. Yet she had magic, had been learning it since childhood. Uther declared magic corrupted its user. Catalina did not seem corrupted to her.
A grin made its way over Morgana's face as Catalina mentioned her Uncle. The affection in the other woman's voice was unmistakable. She must love him very much. "I shall endevour not to believe everything I hear," she chuckled, withdrawing her hand from the bloom. "People shouldn't have to hide who they really are," she added, her tone sombering a little. She hated having to hide herself, that she couldn't go to anyone about what she was experiencing, and what she hated most of all was that, thanks to Uther, she was afraid. Afraid of herself and for herself.
Morgana was a little taken aback by Catalina's sudden questions about the court, but she didnt mind. She had after all asked questions, it was fair she answered some as well. With a smile, she nodded. "I was only a child when I was taken in by the King. The court was scary for me at first. Uther held a feast for me and I was so frightened I was going to trip over my dress, but once I got into the hall, I forgot all about being nervous. Everyone was so lovely," Morgana explained, her face taking on a soft look as she remembered. "The women wore their best dresses, and the men wore their cloaks and armor. It was all perfect. Even Arthur was nice.... and let me tell you, that was rare in itself," she finished with a laugh.
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Setting: The Druid Camp
Tag: Catalina Regalis
Timeline: During 'The Nightmare Begins
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Post by mysery on Apr 4, 2011 9:43:25 GMT -5
Venturing into any town within Camelot's borders wasn't a good experience for Morgana. Ever since all but fleeing the city with her sister, she'd avoided crowded places. No need to give Uther and Arthur any indication of where they were until they were ready for them, so she and Morgause hadn't fled over the borders as one might expect. Hiding right under their noses, as it were. They remained close enough to keep an eye on things. Hence the reason for this venture into town.
The tavern owner was all to happy to chatter on to a lovely young woman about everything they had heard in the last few days over a drink. The one thing about the tavens trips though as, per its function, it was often filled with drunks. And every now and then, they thought it would be a good idea to tyr and make passes at her. Rolling her eyes, Morgana put down the tankard she had been drinking from as some men approached her. The second group today. Clearly they hadn't been paying attention earlier.
Her dark hair was braided loosely and hung from inside her dark hood and over her shoulder. She wore a simple green dress and looked rather unassuming overall. One might think it her own fault, a young woman, alone and unassuming in a small town tavern, but Morgana was far from what she appeared. And threatening appearances sealed people's lips quicker than announcing who she was. Deception had become almost second nature to her thanks to her beloved sister. Now it served her well.
Any men being killed with magic, Morgana knew, would draw unwanted attention to her and that was something she wished to avoid. Camelot City would no doubt hear of it, since small towns were not well known for being able to hold their tongues. Nevertheless, Morgana knew she could handle herself if things went bad. She had grown up fighting with the Prince of Camelot. She knew how to handle a weapon. Magic, for now, was out.
Levelling a glare at one man, who took a seat at her table and was flanked by three others, Morgana lifted her chin as they chuckled.
"What's a pretty youn' thin' like you doin' here all by her lonesome?" the seated one asked, smiling at his best she mused. Missing three front teeth if Morgana counted correctly. Obviously spent a lot of time in taverns then.
"Minding her own business," the lady replied coolly. "Perhaps you should do the same," she added. Unfortunately, her reflexes were a tad late so, when he grabbed for her, her wrist was siezed in his iron grip. That would bruise, she had no doubt. His face was a sneer now, all pretense of the niceties forgotten. Add drunk and violent to the list of qualities then. "Unhand me," Morgana demanded, her voice hard.
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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 Morgana tilted her head as she heard Arthur speak, but she didnt get a chance to reply before the door opened and said prince appeared in the gap. The relief on his face was easy to read. Arthur would never be a very good liar. With a smile on her face, she stepped into the room when he opened the door further. A quick inspection revealed Guinevère was not inside, or so it appeared. Morgana wasn't one to be fooled by appearances though. She had heard her maid's voice loud and clear. Really, if they were going to sneak around and try to hide, they needed to get better at it. She took a moment to replace the smile on her face, before she turned to look at her 'brother'.
"I just wanted to come and see how you were doing," she said, the perfect portrayal of the worried sibling. How easy it had become to read those around her and pander to what they wanted to see. Had she ever been as obliviously trusting as the rest of Camelot were now? She hoped not. "It's been a trying day," she added a moment later, wandering over to the table and claiming the second seat. Again, they needed to sharpen their skills if they were going to pretend. Two chairs at a table which normally only had one was enough of an indicator. So Gwen had to still be here.
Her eyes flickered to the changing screen. Unless her maidservant had taken to hiding under the prince's bed, there weren't really many other options in this room for a hiding place. Looking back to the prince, she allowed her smile to fall a little. "Has there been any word about the sorcerer?" she asked, her tone concerned. The idea of a very old sorcerer running around Camelot 'worried' Morgana, just not in the sense everyone thought it did. Inwardly she chuckled. May as well use that to her advantage. "I saw Gwen off home earlier, but this sorcerer possibly still being in Camelot has me worried Arthur."
Setting: Camelot Castle, Arthur's Chamber
Tag: Guinevère and Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: The End of 'Queen of Hearts'
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Post by mysery on Mar 31, 2011 22:14:47 GMT -5
For one very fear stricken moment, Morgana was afraid that Arthur was going to push her away as she stood there and hugged him and he remained almost frozen. She swallowed and blinked once, twice, and considered lowering her arms. Perhaps she had read that wrong. Anything was possible in this state. Another reason she hated being upset like this. Made her question everything. Just as she was contemplating stepping back from the half embrace, Arthur's arms wrapped around her and she let out a small sigh of relief. The tension and stiffness didnt fade from him, but Morgana concluded this had more to do with the situation than her sudden hug.
She nodded against him to his words. She herself would have gone and hurt Bowen had she not felt that crippling humiliation. When his words had sunk in, all she could think about was getting away before anyone saw her crying. Maybe she should have stayed and confronted him. Either way, it was done now.
"I should have done something myself, instead I just ran," she said softly, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as another wave of tears threatened to break free. There was some disgust in her tone at herself for just running away like that. She wanted to be stronger. Her eyes reopened when Arthur lent back to look at her face and, for all her no doubt teary appearance, she looked right back.
The feel of Arthur's hands on her face reminded Morgana of Gwen and her comfort after her nightmares. Having her maidservant there for her like that helped calm Morgana like nothing else. This was a rather different situation, but it had the desired effect. She felt better.
"He fooled everybody," she said finally. "Myself included," she added with a sigh of weariness. She liked to think she could tell when a person was lying to her face, but in this instance, she'd let her guard down. Bowen had charmed everyone, Arthur and Merlin included, and that was generally no easy feat. Perhaps she had seen this and it had added to her own idea that he was okay. Whatever the reasoning behind it, he had turned out to be slipperier than a snake. She briefly wondered what Arthur planned to do to him.
Looking up suddenly, Morgana paled. "Y-You won't tell anyone about this will you?" she asked. "I mean, me... and th-the crying will you?" Morgana wasnt vain at all, but she couldn't stand it if Bowen knew how much this had upset her. And she didnt want anyone laughing at her. She felt bad enough as it was.
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Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Mar 31, 2011 21:10:05 GMT -5
2.13 - The Last DragonLord (Brilliant episode and brilliant pic!)
Here's one for you!!
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Post by mysery on Mar 31, 2011 20:56:25 GMT -5
Morgana: Like a blow to the head? I'm sure she wants to. [/blockquote] |
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Post by mysery on Mar 31, 2011 20:50:50 GMT -5
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Post by mysery on Mar 30, 2011 8:51:57 GMT -5
Morgana was still looking at the crown in her hands, a litany of expressions trailing over her face and through her mind. Confusion was the foremost one though. What the hell was going on? She needed to figure this out, and soon before somebody wanted her to do something. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing thoughts and her thumping heart. Alright. Just as she was about to launch into figuring out, or attempting to figure out, this whole mess, shuffling caught her attention and she looked up, startled.
Through one of the open screens, she saw Guinevère making her bed. Guinevère! Thank the heavens above! She was alright.... at least, she looked alright. Unable to stop herself, Morgana hurried towards her friend, discarding the crown onto the table. She just.... she couldnt look at it right now. What she needed was her friend and her help. Swallowing, suddenly nervous, she placed her hand on Gwen's shoulder. She prayed her maidservant could tell her what was going on.
"Guinevère," she breathed her name on a sigh of relief. Finally a familiar face. She had to know where Arthur was. Where Uther and Merlin were too. Basically where everyone was and what had happened. Worry for everyone and everything was starting to eat at Morgana and the fractured flashes of images running through her mind weren't helping. Just snippets that she got a brief glimpse of before they were gone. It was going to drive her insane if she didnt sort it out.
"Where is everybody?"
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur Pt 2'
Storyline: Morgana's Enchantment - Part 1
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