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Morgana chuckled at the panic in Caitrin's voice as she held the baby. Really, she wasn't sure she would actually be able to cause harm to such a tiny baby, but... well, it was fun scaring the mother like this. "I wonder," mused Morgana. "What this child would think, if he knew that his mother was a lying slut who cared nothing for anyone but herself?" She turned to face Caitrin. "For truly, you must not care very much if you still lie to me."

She smiled as the woman pleaded again. "I will give him back to you," she stated, watching as Caitrin stood in front of the crib that held her other child. "... when you tell me where my halfbrother is, and deliver him into my hands. Do not act the innocent, Caitrin. We both know you know more of Arthur than you say. Do you wish for your child to grow thinking you did not care enough for him to tell the truth to the Queen of Camelot?" the Queen walked over to the window, pausing as she held the child. "It is a long drop indeed from here to there. I wonder... would he survive?"

Morgana sighed as the blonde immediately dismissed her idea - she had to admit she was a little glad, however selfish that might seem. She listened to Arthur's reasoning, nodding softly in agreement as he spoke. He was right, of course. Uther's temper and the probibility of war would only strengthen if he walked in on her and the Prince. And ... if he and Arthur were some how late... then they might have a much bigger problem on their hands. "you're right," she agreed quietly.

She smiled a little as Arthur spoke of being diplomatic to avoid war, once again amazed at how maturely the young Pendragon was handling this. She had half expected him to fly into a rage and offer to kill the offending Prince, but no. He was being delicate, he was being practicle, and at the same time he was not making her feel as though she were worthless. As he squeezed her hands and then spoke to her of being by her side to face this problem, Morgana looked up, meeting his eyes. "I am so lucky to have you as a brother," she stated, knowing he knew she would mean a brother of heart, and not a true brother, although if such a thing had happened then it would not exactly be a burden or a bad thing.

As the man she called brother tried to assure her that everything would be alright, the brunette managed a soft smile. "I thank you for your words," she stated quietly. "But I fear that nothing will be alright. The minute your father finds out I shall be lucky to see the light of day again," And though Arthur might yet again accuse her of being so, she knew it was not melodramatic to fear such a fate. She bit her lip, raising her eyes slowly, hesitantly to meet Arthur's. "Thank you for being here," she whispered. "Thankyou for not hating me."

Arthur then continued, telling her that the child would have a loving father, uncle and possibly grandfather. "Uther will never forgive me," she stated quietly, but surely. "We both know this," she paused, managing a weak smile. "But even if he does not, as long as I have your support, then... things will be alright," she knew she was being over optomistic, she knew she was echoing Arthur's earlier words and perhaps being far too hopeful, but it felt nice to pretend, if nothing else, that somehow this mess would be sorted.

Impulsively, the brunette reached forward, to hug her brother-of-heart. "I am so lucky to have you," she whispered honestly. "Thankyou, Arthur."

Morgana sighed softly, able to tell from the Pendragon's tone that her idea would be tossed aside. Still, she spoke it, just in the small case that he might actually consider her words. "To make your father listen we must have something that he cannot deny against the prince," she stated quietly. "My thought was... what if... I ... enabled him to... see me again?" she asked softly. "Chances are he is likely to attempt to recreate what he has already done once before, if not push it further," she failed to force back the shudder that pulsed through her body. "and if we could... arrange it, perhaps you and the King could simply... happen upon us?" It was a risky proposal, and if they were late or Uther did not come, then Morgana would be playing into the Prince's hands. But what other choice was there? She bit her lip, awaiting Arthur's decision, for he had more power over this situation than she.

"Deplomacy is not always your father's strong point," she reminded softly. Admittedly, neither was it Arthur's - his very attitude to this situation surrpised her, rather plesently. At least he wasn't threatening to kill the man. She sighed softly, listening to the blonde's words, nodding softly. "Thank you for helping me," she stated, rising to take Arthur's hands, managing a weak smile. "I wish I could have dealt with this by myself, but I... did not know what the right course of action would be,"

Caitrin's rather pompous reply had Morgana growling in annoyance. "You dare to name your child after the bastard who threatens my throne?" she spat at Caitrin. Her hand went as though to slap the woman, but at the last minute her features changed, and she smiled, sweetly. "Well, if he is Arthur, then he must do all I had planned for him," With that, the Queen wrenched the child from Caitrin's arms. "I suppose you would not wish for your child to bear the brunt of the the consequences that Arthur Pendragon must face. So if you wish for his saftey, I would answer my question properly, Caitrin,"

She turned to the woman's husband, narrowing her eyes. "I do not care for your opinion, for to me you are useless. What powers have you? What influences have you? You are a dog that trails around his wife, you are a father who laps up the stench his children create," Morgana smirked, still holding the chld. "It is very cold tonight," she commented casually. "I suppose your child would not last long out in that weather."

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The day had been one of warmth and sunshine, and as Morgana sat in front of her dressingroom's mirror, brushing her hair, she smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a while. The dreams for now at least had stopped, and she and Arthur were to go riding later! Her brother of heart had spent much time with his council recently, and though she did not begrudge him, the brunette had to admit to missing his company (though she would never tell him that.) But Arthur had not come, and Morgana was wondering whether he had simply forgotten that they were supposed to go riding together. Well, no matter! She would tease him about it, and then they would go another time.

Little could phase Morgana, and she knew how busy her brother-of-heart was. Despite her teasing him often, she would never wish for them to swap places, for there was so much pressure upon him! And although he confided in her, it was still not sometimes enough to lower the pressures and expectations of the Prince. The brunette shook her head, with a soft sigh, her mind turning to their King, Uther, her guardian. The man was one of many curiosities, and yet Morgana still felt incredibly lucky to be under his protection. Despite his harsh laws, he was generally a just King; it was only his ban against magic that frightened the Ward.

Upon hearing the door knock, Morgana turned, an eyebrow raising a little. Was that perhaps Arthur? But he never knocked! So it must, surely be someone else. "It's open," she called softly, for her door was always open; whether it be Merlin, Guinevère, or any other friend! Still sitting, the brunette awaited the entrance of whomever was on the other side, a small smile on her face.

"Get her.... to help." Morgana gasped quietly to the guards, not caring about herself as she shuddered again in pain, pressing a hand to her mouth as she forced back the urge to vomit. Caitrin's condition was worrying her more and more, especially so as Morgana, in her current state, could do nothing to help. Had she been able to, she wasn't sure exactly what she could have done anyway. But she would have tried something! Anything.

With a sob the Witch folded in on herself, closing her eyes tightly. As she did, images swept before her eyelids; images that terrified her to her very core. At the centre of them, as always, was Morgause, smiling victoriously. "Goddess help us," she breathed softly, still shuddering violently.

"Perhaps that person.. is not worth something now," She whispered in response to Caitrin's words, and though she knew what the girl meant, though she knew she was referring to when they had been at court, and friends, Morgana felt her heart break a little. How had she come to this? How had she changed so much? It could not all be Morgause, could it? Some of what was going on had to be Morgana's choice... surely? But she would never cause harm to these people! Not Arthur, her brother of heart, not Caitrin, her friend of court! None of them deserved this!

"Please... just go," The brunette's words were little more than a whisper, and she was unsure whether Caitrin would even listen to her. Once again she wondered why this woman was caring about her; why she was attempting to help her. For Morgana had done nothing but hate this woman! Hurt her, confine her to a dungeon. The pain continued, and Morgana's eyes filled with tears, for she had tried to do everything! Everything her sister had wanted, she had done! And this... this was what was happening? All she had ever tried to do was... -- again the pain came, and Morgana cried out, stifling a sob. "For the love of Camelot," she harried out in a single breath. "Please, go,"

To hear Arthur proclaim that she would not break him, with such strength in his voice even as the whip lashed upon his back made Morgana furious. Who was he to act so pompous?! Of royal blood maybe, but how could he be so arrogant when faced with such a trial as this?! No - she would break him at all costs. And then she would have him walk through Camelot, to show the peopple that even Arthur was not unbreakable. Lash upon lash fell upon the Prince's back, but still he did not beg for mercy. The brunette's lips pursed together; perhaps some different punishment was required? She had not expected him to stand so firmly against her - even in his pitiful position, he was being defiant. Defiant, proud and... well, the perfect Prince. Acknowledging such a fact was hard for her, but she had no other choice. For who else would endure so much for their people?

It was then that a dusting of chance came upon her, as Caitrin broke free from her guards, and pleaded for Morgana to unleash the whip upon her, instead of the blonde. The brunette's lips curled into an ugly smile; there! There it was, the way in which to break Arthur! For the foolish Pendragon cared nothing for his own health when there was much at risk - hadn't he proven that so many times before? - but for his friends and those he held dear, no risk was too great. The Queen chuckled softly, raising a hand to stop the torturer as he moved to lash Arthur again. "Why would you be so willing to take this... street rat's place?" She asked, referring of course to the Prince. "Why would you offer yourself?" She smirked, shrugging. "Very well. If that is your wish - guards!!" She called out, waiting for two to come forward.

It was the Princess's desperate denial of her friend's offer that paused Morgana, for the second time in those minutes they had been here. She turned to her, her eyes flickering between the three - Caitrin trembling where she stood, Arthur on the ground trying desperately to catch his breath... and this girl, this Yassia, asking what it was that Morgana wanted from them all. She raised an eyebrow, humming softly, thoughtfully. "You three are curious to me." she stated. "Arthur would give up his life for any of you, and despite the sins his father - my father - has commited, you would both protect him. But you, Yassia... to what do you owe the Pendragon? Why do you ask justice of me?" She asked, not sure if she expected an answer. "Or is it simply for the safety of your friend, Caitrin, that you ask such things?"

She moved toward the throne, resting a hand upon the head of it, watching the three still, her eyes flickering from one to the other. "There is a way that this can stop," she stated softly. "There is a way to end the pain - not only for Arthur, but for all of you, and for Camelot. If Arthur were to bow to me, and call me Queen, and sign his admittance, then all this would be over. No one else would have to endure pain or torment." The brunette's eyes fell upon Arthur. "I only wish for peace for these people, Arthur. The choice is yours."