We Will Not Break (Morgana) Feb 4, 2012 13:27:47 GMT -5
Post by mpend on Feb 4, 2012 13:27:47 GMT -5
Though Caitrin had referred to Morgana as a 'Lady' rather than 'Queen', the brunette decided not to say anything or to be angered by it. She wanted to gain the woman's trust, after all, no send her in the arms of Arthur and his friends. She shook her head from the thought - there it was again! Why was she consistantly seeing Arthur as an enemy? Wasn't he her -- no, no. No. Arthur was none of those things. She should put the thought from mind! A sharp pang to the chest, and Morgana winced, shuddering a little before she forced herself to be calm.
"No," she agreed to Caitrin's words. "You did not." Her eyes looked the woman up and down, before she gestured to a chair near to her. "Please, sit. The dress looks well on you."
As she was asked if anyone would be joining them, once again Morgana's mind flashed to when she had once shared such times with her brother of heart, and Uther. How had things changed so much that she could not dine with either of them? Her hatred toward Uther was understandable - he had lied and decieved her, he was a hypocrite of the worst kind! But Arthur... wasn't Arthur just a victim, like she was? Really, he had been the best brother anyone could ask for. Their blood tie should have drawn them closer, not further apart! Morgana's body shuddered again in pain, and she cleared her throat, swallowing as her gaze returned once again to Caitrin. "No, we will be dining alone," she stated softly, and for the first time since her take-over, she sounded more like the Morgana of old. "I wish to... apologise." The words came out without her realising, and a cold fist clutched at her gut, squeezing her insides. The witch swallowed, struggling to keep her features neutral through the pain. "For what ... what I have put you through."