Morgana too inclined her head, though she knew it wasnt required. It was simple curteousy to return ones greeting and Sasha was a Lady too. She deserved respect as well. "You as well," she replied with a smile, though she didnt really want to be out and about. But, the King had insisted. "The King suggested" -basically told her- "I should have a new dress made," she explained, gesturing with the fabric in her arms which she had finally settled upon.
"Are you looking for fabric also?" Morgana asked, while mentally berating herself. Of course she wanted fabric. Why else would she be in a fabric sellers store? Looking for food? But, the lady didnt let any of this show on her face, keeping her features schooled into that smile. Being brought up in the castle had its advantages when it came to placating people, Morgana had learned. Even if the only one she was placating was the King and his whimsical suggestions to her.
Morgana sighed dramatically in relief, still joking with her friend. She was forever grateful for Gwen's sense of humor. Lord above forbid if she had gotten one who had been stony and stern. Morgana would have stolen Arthur's frogs and used them on the woman if she had. As it was, Gwen was, literally, a godsend. It had also helped they'd been of a similar age when paired together. They'd both still be growing up, and thus had grown with each other. Despite how other nobles may treat their servants, Morgana would never let Guinevère be hurt by anyone. Behind Arthur, whom she had really no choice with since they were sort of family and family didnt drown one another no matter how badly they wanted to, Gwen was the closest to her.
"Thank you so much Gwen," she replied. "I dont know what I'd do without you."
Being around Arthur also meant one had sharp eyes, all the better to bust him with in her mind, and so Morgana didnt miss the slight blush her maid sported at the mention of the Prince's new manservant, Merlin. Interesting...
Morgana knew a few people had given Gwen second glances, she wasnt hideous and in fact was quite pretty in Morgana's opinion, but from what she knew, Guinevère hadnt really been interested in anyone. Perhaps this Merlin chap would change all that. The lady felt herself smiling as Gwen continued on. She might just see about getting these two to cross paths then.
"Ooo wouldnt that put the stink up Arthur," Morgana said a little gleefully. She didnt openly cheer for the prince anyway, it was simply expected of her, but to do so for another was already making her grin. Perhaps she would give Leon a token to remind Arthur who was behind him. Personally. "I think you're right Gwen. Leon and the other knights deserve support too."
Morgana knew how it felt to have a brother who loved to tease. Every chance he got, every tiny little tibit of information he could use against her, Arthur latched onto like a leech. It had always been that way. The worst of all had been the 'we shall never speak of it again' eyebrow incident. Arthur had imposed that rule, and that was only because she had knocked the stuffing right out of him. Literally. Her hand had hurt like nobody's business for the following day, but the black eye her 'brother' had sported far longer had been well worth it. It would have been even better had she been there to see him explain to the knights why he was injured. Even the stern talking to from Uther they'd recieved had been worth it.
Arthur had sworn, black and blue (ironic) that Morgana had attacked him viciously and that it was her fault. She had merely stood there, chin held high and when Uther had turned his gaze on her, she'd replied 'He made me cry, so I made him cry'. Gaius had been standing off to the side and she swore she almost, almost saw him chuckle. Uther had rubbed his nose, shaken his head, made them both swear not to fight or pick on each other again (like that was going to happen) and then sent them on their way. Outside the door they'd been snipping once again.
So, long story short, Morgana knew exactly how Selena felt. "Brother's are the bane of our existence are they not?" she replied, a grin tugging at her lips. Though no blood flowed between them, Arthur was in all other senses her brother. It was why they got on each other's nerves so much. Family was supposed to annoy you. Brought back to the matter at hand, Morgana smiled again and gestured to the corridor to begin heading towards the gardens. One foot in front of the other and all that. "Shall we?" she offered as she walked slowly, allowing Selena to join her.
Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Selena Fireheart
Timeline: 'The Poisoned Chalice' - After Bayard's Release
Morgana rolled her eyes, under the guise of her lashes of course, at his stupid comment which was clearly designed to rile her up. If she hadn't been expecting his visit any day now, he might have caught her off her guard and got to her, but as it were, she'd steeled herself against any taunt he could come up with. Not that she expected them to be very bright anyway. This was Arthur after all. Then she had an idea. Since he seemed to make such a big deal out of her brushing her hair, perhaps he should help.
Waltzing over to the vanity with a spring in her step, and a smile on her face, she picked up the ornate brush Guinevère used to help her sort out her dark tresses. She kept her eyes from the mirror as she did, thankful that her back was to Arthur, before she turned around, her skirt swishing with the movement as she grinned at him. "Why no I havent actually," she said, her voice chipper. "Thank you for reminding me Arthur," she added, approaching the prince. One might liken it to a predator stalking its prey, but Morgana would never say that. More like someone cornering a rat. A big, Arthur shaped rat.
"Now, would you be a gentleman and help me since my maid is currently occupied elsewhere?" Morgana asked, her sweet smile showing nothing of her intentions as she held out the brush to her beloved adoptive brother. She knew Arthur would see it for what it was. He had a choice now. A difficult one. He could hastily leave, thus ending this stupid game of his, or he could refuse to help, and thus be known as anything but gentlemanly and Morgana would make sure everyone knew it, or suck it up, help her, and she'd forever have him pegged as a lady. That would be something she knew any self respecting man would never want to be known as.
My, my, how would he get himself out of this one?
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Morgana could see, and only a blind man couldnt, that her words seemed to ease some of the tension from Arthur's shoulders. People moved about them already, cleaning things up, assessing who was among the dead, or simply just trying to burn off some of the joyous energy they were filled with. Only Arthur seemed troubled and worn down by the events of the last few days and, if one didnt know him, they might not even see it. Morgana had spent years getting to know Arthur and his mannerisms. He was upset about something and dealing with it in his usual way. By keeping it to himself. Uther certainly had ingrained in his son young that emotion was weakness. The least she could do for the man she called brother was to help alleviate some of his burden.
Wanting to do just that, she reached out a hand and laid it on his arm. Her own sword had been sheathed so her hands were free to help, or in this case, comfort. She could have continued their joke about their childhood stories, but eventually the humor would fade, she knew, and all that would be left would be the weary feelings. For however proud they may have been of this victory, it had cost everyone something. Though Merlin must have felt this loss the hardest. He had lost his best friend and many others he had no doubt known from infancy. Morgana wouldnt be surprised if he chose to stay behind to help his home recover.
"My father once told me that if you wanted to find the measure of a man, you look at how many true friends he has," the lady said. "For a good man will claim to none but have many, and an evil man will claim many but have none." The dark haired young woman paused as she considered how to say what she thought. She did stand up to Uther on many occassions, and voice her opinion, but she knew Arthur loved his father regardless. As part of she herself did. "I think you showed your measure in coming here," she finished, her eyes softening.
Morgana could have likened Cenred's behavior to Uther's if she were in a snipping mood, however she was not. And she had no desire to cause a fight between them here. This moment was for celebration, not anger. Uther had refused Ealdor aid also, fearing the consequences of it. What good was aid if one feared to bestow it upon those most deserving? "Kanen's warriors did not care if it is was woman or a man they faced. They would have killed them without hesitation either way," she replied, her voice grave and a little bit disgusted. Not that she thought women shouldnt be allowed to fight, but she feared even children would never have been safe from Kanen's wrath against Ealdor. Better they fight and die for something they believed in than for Kanen's delight. She was glad Arthur had run the tyrant through. But, turning her mind from those thoughts, Morgana brought herself back to her intial concern.
"What troubles you Arthur?" she asked honestly. "I can see in your face something is on your mind. Was it the wind?"
Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
Morgana folded her hands in her lap and nodded though she remained silent for the most part. She just wanted him gone from her sight right now. She wanted to rant and throw things, something she couldn’t do while she was engaged in conversation with anyone, and every moment he remained was another she had to deny herself the privilege of shocking him with her real thoughts and actions.
“Thank you my lord,” she said softly, looking down at her hands as she nodded as he said goodbye. She had to see Morgause and soon. The need to speak her true feelings was burning inside her, though one would never know from her exterior. What kind of deceiver would she be if her feelings were there to be read like a book on the surface?
Morgause would know where to go from here, though Morgana wanted Uther dead regardless. Now it was more than just his hatred for magic. It was his blatant disregard for her when it came to the truth. He was a liar, a fraud and he deserved to die for his deceptions. What would Arthur have said, if she revealed to him the depth of his fathers lies? Would he welcome her with open arms, embrace her as his beloved sister and spite Uther? Or would his want of love from daddy overrule their blood relation to one another? One Pendragon had already turned their back on her for the sake of reputation.
Morgana didnt bother with restraining herself this time. She laughed. Out loud at his argument. He thought Morgause was using her as a puppet? That she wanted Camelot? He was a fool. If Morgause had wanted Camelot, she would have taken it long before now. But taking the throne of a kingdom was hard if one wasnt a legitimate heir. Claimed or not, Morgana was an heir to the throne. No. Morgause wanted something far different than Camelot.
"And children are dangerous," Morgana said mockingly. "People who merely want to help those they love are evil," she added scornfully. She should bring up his own hipocricy. He had been willing to use magic to save her life, was willing to force Gaius to do so, to break the law, simply for his own selfish desires. Do as I say, not as I do indeed. And this man was supposed to be King?
Her own magic hadnt been something she'd wanted. She hadnt gone out and learned magic to spite Uther, to threaten him. It had just appeared and it had terrified her. That fire in her chambers had still haunted her, months after the event, and Morgana had wanted nothing more than for it to stop. For her to be normal once more.
She hated Uther even more for that. For making her so afraid of herself. She would never forive her father for that.
Morgana resisted, barely, the urge to do something very unlady-like when Cenred practically insulted her sister and herself. If she did think only with her sword, she'd simply have slit Arthur's throat while he slept. But there was a bigger picture here, one Cenred clearly didnt understand. Another reason he was lucky she didnt think with her weapon alone. "Do you know how many people have boasted the same way? 'Oh he's harmless. He's locked away...'," Morgana sneered, pitching her voice lower to imitate any of the moronic people who had underestimated Prince Arthur.
"Tell me Cenred, would you like to join their ranks?" she inquired sarcastically, rolling her eyes at his latter comment. So he'd tormented him. So what? If anything, Cenred had probably only pissed Arthur off. Which was worse since a pissed off Arthur, while stupid sometimes, was relenteless and even more persistent.
Making her way over to the other chair, Morgana took a seat, displaying those graces which had been instilled in her since her childhood in Camelot began. "What makes you think I said yes?" she replied with a smirk, reaching for the other goblet. She didnt drink from it immediately though. She wasnt a fool. Once Cenred had sipped from his, she took one herself. "Morgause said she would be along shortly," she added a mmoment later.
Morgana's steps were quick but assured as she made her way through the castle. Once it had been her home. How she wished she had never let Morgause convince her into returning here. Here, where Uther was. Morgana would have been glad to never see the man who had been her guardian since childhood ever again. He was a blind and selfish man who cared nothing for those around him.
But, as Morgause had predicted, Uther would look upon her return as a gift from the heavens and relax what little guard he had. She could do no wrong. While Morgause amassed an army and attacked from without, Morgana would undermine the kingdom from within, making it all the weaker and ready for the end of Uther's reign.
Magic would be free to return to Camelot and they would get vengence for what Uther had done to her sister.
Her mind on the future and their plans that lay ahead, Morgana lifted her chin a fraction and continued on her way to the gardens. It really was true...
Morgana walked alongside Yassia. Years ago, she'd have looped her arm through the other woman's and they'd have flitterred off down the hall like the innocent ladies they were. Now.... while a small part of the Queen wanted to do such a thing, all of it was different. She was different and it wasnt how a Queen would act. Morgana was a Queen now. Her dress moved around her as she walked, and her heels clicked softly against the stone as she listened to the other woman speak.
"Generosity has nothing to do with it," Morgana replied. "Help should be given without restraint to those who need it," she added, though her voice was somewhat steely. It was hard to keep it soft as those words brought up thoughts of Uther once more. How she loathed him in so many different ways. He thought she was simply angry with him for not claiming her. It was so much more than that...
But he wouldnt know of that until the right moment. Preferrably when the shock and horror of seeing Arthur's dead body was just sinking in.
"We will advise the scouts to be cautious in their approaching these people," Morgana councilled the other woman. "At least until we can confirm where their loyalties lie," she added to clarify what she meant. The dark haired Queen frowned when Yassia trailed off. What was wrong?
A moment later she had her answer. Ah, so she was bright enough not to believe this was simply gensture of good will. Morgana knew she could lie, claim she wanted nothing in return, but why lie when the truth was more effective? She could not be accused of keeping secrets if she did no such thing. "You are smart to ask that. A wise woman indeed," she replied. "I do not wish to ask for something you cannot give. Merely an assurance from you. Though I wish it were not so, I must face the reality that your Uncle may stand against me when he is located. Everyone is free to their own decisions, I just ask that you try and help him see that I do not want him, or any of the Knights, as my enemies."
Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
Morgana inclined her head respectfully, as one would expect, when Lisa herself opened the door and greeted her. "Lady Lisa," she greeted with a smile. "King Uther and Prince Arthur wanted me to come and see how you were settling in," Morgana added, mentally plotting how she was going to make Arthur suffer for his impromtu 'duties' today. One of the few days he decides to actually be a Prince.
"They apologise for not being able to come and see you themselves. They both have duties to attend to," Morgana finished, the smile never slipping. If Gwen had been with her, she knew her maid and friend would have seen straight through that smile, to the revenge plotting plans beneath. Just another reason she liked Gwen, even if she didnt call Morgana up on it.
Often she provided her an outlet for all her evil, Arthur embarrassing plans when she couldnt put them into action and she smiled and nodded or agreed. Sometimes Guinevère was the only thing that talked Morgana out of them too. What she wouldnt do without her friend.
"May I come in?" Morgana asked finally, noticing Lisa had a maid in her room also. No doubt the one she had been assigned for her stay in Camelot.
While it was, admittedly, the last job in the world she wanted right now, Morgause had insisted. Her sister had insisted Morgana be the one who speak with Cenred while she saw to it that this plan of theirs continued on without a hitch. Morgana wondered why when it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Cenred was enamoured with Morgause. Then again, perhaps that was why. As far as she knew, which was quite extensively as they were sisters, Morgause had never been enamoured with anyone. But her sister was beautiful, so it wouldnt surprise her if this wasnt the first time someone had given her unwanted attention.
Personally, Morgana didnt like Cenred. Yes, she had to tolerate him since he was, at the moment, an important part of their plans, but acting like she hated him hadnt been as hard as one might think. So the fact she was now being shown into a room, where he was stood by the window, by a guard didnt exactly rank high on her list of favourite things. Morgause had said she would be along shortly. Hopefully by 'shortly' she meant 'any moment now'.
If she had her way, they wouldnt need Cenred anymore. They would just kill Arthur and be done with it. Now what was she supposed to say? Hi? Morgause sent me? I dont like you?
All these possibilities ran through her mind before she settled on the one she figured got to the point quick enough. "Information or not, it would be best to kill Arthur now while we have the chance," Morgana said without any reservations.
Morgana was, for one part, slightly glad that Guinevère was off running errands for her currently, as she wouldnt wish the presence of her oaf of an adoptive brother on anyone. And especially when said oaf clearly was trying too hard not to laugh. She had her back to him as she looked out the window, but she could practically hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke. How she had, for even one moment when she first arrived, thought him handsome or charming completely mystified her. One really couldnt judge a book by its cover it seemed. The worst part of this whole situation was that, she couldnt even rebut him on the idea of whatever he was using as ammunition being false. She actually had no eyebrows!
Come to think of it, she was somewhat surprised he hadnt come barrelling into her chambers the moment he'd been released from whatever duty he'd been ushered away for in the corridor the other day. That was more like the snot nosed, bully Arthur she had come to expect from him. Morgana decided not to deign his words, which were clearly not as innocent as they appeared, with a reply and simply turned and walked over to her table. She had had Gwen brush her hair away from the vanity since she'd made her discovery, despite her friend saying they would come back. Morgana didnt want to be reminded of it every five seconds. She wasnt so bad as to have ordered the mirror covered up though, and now she was glad for it. No need to give Arthur the impression it bothered her anymore than appeared.
"Dont you have somewhere to be Arthur?" she said airily. "Like say, getting outshone by your Knights?" There was classic Morgana. Right for the ego. If one thing could piss Arthur off like no other it was challenging his skills, not that he had any in her opinion. He was a Prince. Of course his sparring partners let him win. They lost their titles, or worse, their heads if they didnt. He couldnt fight his way out of a broom closet as far as she was concerned.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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