She could not help but be surprised as Arthur spoke, his tone firm and strong. Seldom had he been so utterly sure of something like this, and it warmed Morgana's heart to know that she had someone like Arthur at her side - someone who saw her as a human, not just a political tool. "But what can be done?" She asked quietly, playing with her fingers. "Your father will make me marry him; he needs the allegance a marriage would bring."
Though the Prince's next words confused and worried her. "Expose him?" she echoed. "How?" The brunette frowned. "You cannot ask someone to put themselves in danger for us, Arthur. I won't allow another woman to become a victim of his..." she shuddered. "ways." She shook her head, sitting down in the nearby chair. "I fear I may have to marry him. Otherwise there will be war, Arthur. You and I both know this." She managed a weak smile as the blonde promised her she would not go alone if she were forced to this man's kingdom. "It will be a relief to have my brother of heart," she used the word with a little caution "with me. Your company will be a welcome relief and pleasure."
She gave her handmaiden a soft smile as Gwen protested that she wanted to help, and that they would find a way to help the boy. "You have such a good heart, Gwen," she stated. "I am grateful you and I are friends." Morgana sighed, looking back at the small boy. "We must find a way to get him out of Camelot. If he stays he will die..." And she coudl not allow that to happen. This boy did not deserve Uther's wrath!
The ward nodded as Gwen suggested that perhaps he was afraid. "I would not blame him," she repeated her earlier words. "To be here with magic... it is to offer oneself to the block." She shuddered at the thought. "I cannot let that happen to him, Gwen." She would never forgive herself if she did. The words her handmaiden spoke were true though; Uther's wrath with magic was well known. He had made it be so. He cared not whether a person used magic for right or for wrong, simply that they used it. "I will try to get him to eat a little, when I can." Morgana said softly, biting her lip.
It was well into the night when Morgana eventually returned with the document. Of course, it had been ready an hour after she had asked for it, but there was no sense in letting Caitrin's torment end any time soon. Not when she was having so much fun being the tormenter. Upon reaching the cell, Morgana sneered down at her prisoner. "Your time has come, Caitrin," she spoke cooly. "Are you ready to utterly abandon Arthur for the sake of your own welfair?" She was teasing her with her words now. But oh, what fun it was!!
"It is time to decide your value, Caitrin." With a nod at the jailer, the doors were opened, and Morgana slipped into the cell, smiling as though she had already won. Which, in all truth she had. "As soon as you sign this document, you will be given rooms here. You will be guarded, of course, but that is for your own safety. And tomorrow night, you will dine with me and my court, and we will toast the great happiness that is our treaty," Morgana smiled at her, though the smile was anything but kind.
The Queen strode with purpose, her footsteps heavy on the stone flooring she knew so well, as she made her way through the Castle that was once again hers. But not everything was as it should be. Not yet, anyhow. That blasted girl, her brother's friend, was still not begging for the mercy Morgana would never show her. She was still not bowing to her, Morgana. And from what she had heard from her guards - those that were personally keeping watch on the couple - they had insulted her further, by naming one of their brats after her brother!
Eventually reaching the door, Morgana did not bother to knock, but simply pushed the door open, glaring at the little family. Deep in her heart, she envied them the peace and tranquility they might one day have, which was why she knew she had to destroy it. No good could come out of this. The Queen gave a cruel smile. "So." she began. "Which of your bastards is named after me?"
Barely waiting for a response, the Queen then turned to first Caitrin, and then her husband. "Are you ready to reveal what I want to know? You are probably longing to take these two... things... back to whatever hovel you crawled from. Tell me what I wish to know, and I will allow you to go." Her eyes strayed upon Caitrin, and stayed there, glaring at the woman. "Tell me where to find Arthur."
"Uther was a hypocrite and a traitor to the last," Agreed Morgana. "The world is happily rid of him, though Camelot foolishly grieves the loss." by which she meant Arthur, rather than the country itself. "Sadly I cannot take credit for Uther's downfall, but we should be grateful he is gone nontheless."
"You must have great power to summon such a beast," she complimented, remembering her visions. "The morning Arthur rode out, I had a vision that foretold his fall. He did not die, but he was close to death for a while. You almost succeeded." She swallowed. "The dream terrified me, and it was the beginning of many things."
Morgana nodded at the mention of her sister, still grieving at her sister's loss. "Morgause has taught me many things," she agreed. "She would not have given herself lightly for any such person, so she must have believed that you and I could do greatness together," Morgana paused. "Did you know my sister personally, Nimeuh?"
"I know it is no small matter!" The ward practically exploded. "I am not STUPID, Arthur! I know how great a deal this is, despite how little I want it to be true!" She shook her head, burying it in her right hand. "I should have never told you. Better I drown myself now than the whole world find out." With a breath, she forced herself to calm down, listening to Arthur's words, though not particularly agreeing.
As he told her she should tell him everything, the brunette turned, to meet the eyes of the one she thought of as a brother, seriousness written in her features. "Everything, Arthur?" she asked, both tiredly and carefully. "Are you sure you want to know? You cannot change your knowledge once it is received..."
Tears rose to the brunette's eyes at the tone Arthur confronted her with. It was almost as though he did not trust her, though she did not know what she had done to deserve such a reaction from the man she thought of as a brother. "Act?" she queried, her voice trembling, her body shaking. "Arthur, please..." A door slammed somewhere near by, and Morgana let out a soft cry of involutary fear, shaking as she shifted back into the darkness, whimpering softly, terrified that it might be the slave driver.
Her breathing became laboured as she trembled in the cold night, and Morgana let out a soft sob, recognising the fact that Arthur was not about to help her, for some reason she did not understand. "Please, Arthur..." she repeated, her voice so weak it did not seem like her own.
"A...arrogant... p..." The words would not leave her mouth, and perhaps it was a good thing. For Morgana did not want to insult Arthur right now, even though she knew that his words were only meant to keep her in good spirits - and perhaps himself as well. They were in one of the worst situations they had ever been in, and she was starting to doubt they would get out of it. If she could, she would make sure Arthur did, but the ward was fairly certain that she herself would never escape.
"You... always been... amazing," she whispered, her body shuddering as she struggled to speak. "Even when... we... we fought-" which in truth, wasn't all that often, and it was rarely serious. "- we... you.... are a brother to me." Her words were less than eloquent, but as she might not get another chance to say them, Morgana was hoping her intentions were clear to the young Pendragon. "You must... if there is... chance.... you must... must try, Arthur..." She knew he would probably not, but she had to try to convince him, nontheless.
"Best... brother I... could ask for," She whispered, burying into Arthur's warmth as much as she possibly could, letting out a soft cry of pain mingled with fear as the cart jolted over a bump. Her eyes closed and she let out a quiet, unwelcomed sob, hating herself for being so weak, wishing she could be as strong as Arthur was, as he always seemed to be.
There was a mild victory in Morgana's eyes, though victory would not truly be hers until she had Arthur at her mercy. This lady Caitrin was just one of many; and although a close friend of Morgana's brother, meant very little to the Queen herself. She was playing a game with her, making Caitrin think she was more important than she really was, and oh, how she was enjoying it! As Caitrin spoke dully of her friend's safety, Morgana raised an eyebrow. "You care for Yassia so much, and yet Arthur so little?" she hummed in mock-disappointment. "I think that my brother would be most betrayed by your words, young one. But you are wrong. Your word is worthless, but your written word will be worth much. It will help to gain Yassia's, and then she will be safe."
The girl's question caused the brunette to force back a smile. Yes, that was how she liked her minions, her people - placid and broken, the way they should be. Here was one of Arthur's closest friends, now turned Morgana's ally in less than an hour!!! The Queen chuckled lightly, not troubling to conceal her glee. "Now my dear," she consoled. "You should rejoice, for you are now in the favours of the Queen of Camelot!" Morgana paused. "There will be one last thing I will require of you, but you need not know of it yet. For now you shall stay here at my pleasure, whilst my scriptures write out the finer points of your promise to me."
The returning of Mordred had reminded the Witch of her roots. For to him she had been the Morgana of old, kind and careful. Was she any of those things now? The brunette was beginning to wonder -- what had become of her? She had once loved and been loved, and now she had no one. No, not quite true... she had Mordred. But would the boy still want her, still want to be her friend, if he knew the truth? If he knew all that had passed?
His voice saying her name drove Morgana from dark thoughts, and she was grateful to him. The pot that held the soup she had been stirring bubbled, and Morgana took it from teh flames, dishing it into a couple of plates. Though nothing compared to those she had once dined on in Camelot, they were well made and did their duty. "I had thought you would sleep longer, Mordred," she spoke quietly, but with a smile.
The brunette watched the boy sit on the floor, taking nuts out of his pocket and beginning to eat them. "It has been a long time since last we met," she stated, "please, come by the fire, be warm. I have made soup, if you would like some. I am afraid it is not much, but it will warm you and fill you."
Why would they not speak? In the gloominess of the light, she could not make out the features of the stranger, but she was aware of their gaze. How could she not be? In the silence, in the darkness, it was the only thing she was aware of. Perhaps they were here to laugh at her - have their sport with her, and then give her the death she so desired. For Morgana was beginning to lose faith in the chance of ever finding Camleot, of ever finding safety again. Uther and Arthur and all that they meant to her were slowly fading from her mind, and though she clung to the memory, it was slowly but surely fading.
Even when the man spoke, the voice did not register. "Die," was Morgana's reply, sure but at the same time wary. "If you have had your fill of me, then perhaps you can leave me to my-" but her voice cut off, as suddenly, she caught sight of the Pendragon sign upon the man's chest. Could it be...? But she crawled closer, and slowly the features of the man's face came to sight. "Arthur?" She breathed, barely daring to hope.
A lecture from Arthur was to be expected, and though she knew he might not believe her words, the brunette could not but help plead her case nontheless. "I didn't mean to," she confessed. "I could have sworn by Camelot that I only had a few sips, but I must have had more," Morgana closed her eyes, briefly, knowing how stupid her own words sounded, even to her ears. "Why are you treating me like this?!" she demanded, on the verge of either throwing something at Arthur, or possibly just breaking into tears, something she would never do in front of the Pendragon heir.
"I could care less about Uther right now!" Dangerous but true words. Still, Morgana flinched when she realised they had been spoken aloud, though she stood her ground, meeting Arthur's eyes. "Damnation to Uther! He can think what he wants, I..." The brunette shook her head, the situation too much for her as she struggled to be free from the grip of the covers that covered her slight frame, standing weakly, though her legs shook a little from the effort, and she began to walk toward the window, determindly, needing air, needing anything but this.
Once she reached the window, Morgana sat atop the ledge, looking out into the courtyard. When she spoke, her voice was hollow. "I have not completely been honest, Arthur," she admitted. "Though I spoke words of truth, I have not told you the whole truth." There was the threat of tears once again, and this time she could not hold them back as she hid her face from the Prince, wondering what he would think of her when he found out. "I was..." a soft breath, a close of her eyes, and any determination to clear her name of solidary issue was gone. "Nevermind. I was foolish, and now I must pay the consequences." Though she screamed to tell the truth, to let him know the reality, she was not brave enough. For how did one tell their all but brother they had been raped?
The words Arthur spoke humbled the young ward, and tears rose, unbidden to her eyes. She had known he had cared for her as a brother cares for a sister, but she had not known how much, it was true. "Your life matters more than mine," she argued quietly, truthfully. "You are the future King and a good man, and I am... nothing." Truly, she believed her own words. For why else would Uther throw here down here? After all they had known, all they had shared, why would he not even see her?
The brunette swallowed, looking up at the Pendragon innocently, her eyes filled with tears. "Are you saying that... despite what I am, you do not despise me?" she asked, hopefully. "For if I can die with the knowledge that I have not lost you, I will die with peace in my heart, and a friend and brother by my side."
Though Arthur confirmed her words, that he would not give up, no matter what she said, the woman smiled, though very faintly, a sort of sad smile that spoke of years of understanding. "There is no exit here, Arthur. Your father will most likely expect some sort of plan. Especially from you, considering how close we..." she sighed, shaking her head. "I will not endanger you. I will not allow you to put yourself at risk for me, Arthur. Please?" Morgana gripped the young man's hands, gently. "If I have ever meant anything to you" - it was a harsh card, but she would play it, if it meant keeping Arthur safe - "You will listen to me, and do as I ask."
Unbidden, an old concern for the Prince rose up inside Morgana, and she could not help herself as she moved to his side, placing a hand upon the blonde's arm. He would never harm her, of that she was certain, but she could not help but be worried for him, despite everything that had passed. "I came because I was worried for you," Stated the ward, firmly, her eyes upon the Prince, seeing the way he all but trembled where he stood. "I am not leaving, Arthur."
He could order her all he wanted, but she was not going, not until she knew what was wrong, why he was acting this way. Whether he knew of her magic or not, now that was irrelivant. For some reason she felt protective over the young Pendragon; after all, they had been through so much together, they were as brother and sister, without blood. He was one half of her, in all respects. Sometimes her better, sometimes her worse, half. "Please talk to me, Arthur," she questioned softly. "Something has you riled, and I am not leaving until you at least talk to me."
Morgana sighed softly as the Prince answered her, wanting so much to state that she had been safe before, before they had found her, before they had murdered the people she had come to think of as her own. But loyalty and love toward Arthur himself stopped her. It was not Arthur's fault. It was Uther's. It was not Arthur who was responsible for her unhappiness, but Uther. She took the moment the Prince offered her though as they held onto one another, reassuring herself in her thoughts that the younger Pendragon was not his father, he would not hate her like Uther would, once he found out the truth.
"Of course I am worried about how you have been," she argued softly. "For you are my brother in all but blood, and always will be," the brunette sighed quietly as he went on to explain how he had missed her, pulling back to meet her eyes as he spoke. "You need not have feared so for me," she stated. "The druids are quiet people, respectful and kind. They would have never done me harm, Arthur."
Snuggling back into the blonde's arms, quite uncharacteristically, the brunette swallowed. "There is much to tell you, Arthur, if you would listen," she admitted. "Much you should know. But firstly, I must have your solomn word that none of my words will be repeated to the King, for I fear he would hate me forever more," pulling back, Morgana met the eyes she knew so well, staring seriously into Arthur's face as she spoke. "You must promise me, Arthur. I trust you more than anyone in Camelot, perhaps almost more than anyone in the world, and I know there is goodness in your heart, for it is what drives you."
Her journey here had been like something out of a nightmare. The ward of Uther Pendragon could not count the hours, days, weeks, she had spent in this cage, with things being thrown at her. Once upon a time she had been respected, and now she was hated; yet she had no idea what she had done so wrongly to deserve such a fate. Her master - though she called him that only in her mind, she refused to say so out loud - had acted like she was a great prize, and had said nothing but confusing things, cowing over the fact that he seemed to think that the 'King of Camelot' would be pleased by his 'finest catch yet'.
To know where they were travelling, however, had been a blessing. Surely within Camelot, she could find sanctuary? She could find Arthur, her brother in all but blood, and together they could try to understand what was happening, why she had been captured, why she was being treated like a criminal. Surely Arthur would protect her! But as they had continued onward, toward Camelot, Morgana's hope had faded, partially due to the way she had been treated by those around her. They had called her all manner of things, thrown things at her and eventually torn any sense of clothing off her, simply leaving her with a cloth to cover herself.
A cloth had been thrown over the cart itself at some point, blocking Morgana's view of the world, which suited her just fine - better not to know than to know and to want. It made time pass easier, not knowing what was happening, where one was going. She could drift in and out of sleep and consiousness with no particular thought but only one; that of finally returning home. At some point the cart had stopped, and Morgana, grateful for the rest from the constant bumping of the cart, had fallen into a light but exhausted sleep.
However, her moment of rest was interrupted sometime later when, quite unexpectedly, the cart was exposed to the outside world. Morgana's eyes snapped open, taking a moment to adjust to the dull light of flickering flames, and for a moment she looked about her dully, until her eyes caught upon the proudly dressed figure standing outside the cage. She watched in muted fascination as he pulled his sword from its place, not even recognising him to begin with, wondering if it was simply another of her master's men. "Death would be appreciated, if that is what you have come to do," she spoke in a low, tired and strained voice, the words sounding as though they had come from someone else all together.
The ward was turned on her side, her breathing stuttering in her chest as her heart thumped painfully as she felt the life force drain from her. It had been a simple trip to her father's grave, aided by Arthur's company, but the attack had been unforseen and unwarrented! She wasn't sure what these men had wanted from her, she had been too intent on trying to rouse Arthur after he had fallen unconscious. And now, her mind was fuzzy and unclear, and all she truly wanted was to be back home, in Camelot, with Arthur, having dinner and laughing over something completely inane.
As the Prince attempted to comfort her, Morgana's left hand raised up shakily, resting atop his, as her eyes opened a little, barely enough to see him. "Ar... Arthur," she whispered, her body trembling with the pain. "You ... if you... get the ... if you..." She was trying to tell him that if he should have the oppertunity, he should leave without her. Of course, she was fairly certain he would never do that; Arthur's loyalties, let alone his sense of goodness, would not let him, but she at least wanted him to know he had her blessing for doing so. There was no use in both of them dying, and he was far more important than she would ever be. "I'm... so sorry," the words slipped out instead of what she wanted to say, though she felt justified in saying them. If it hadn't been for her, this would not have even occured. If it had not been for them journeying to her father's grave... they would not be here. It was all her fault.
Caitrin's words made Morgana smile, though she took care to hide the smile from the lady. Oh, how naive she was!! But the Queen could use that to her own advantage, she could play upon the lady's insecurities for the safety of those she cared for. "You have saved her in part," she lied. "but a great deal rests upon her. She must also sign a treaty with me, Caitrin. After all, I cannot base her peace with me just on your word, can I? You must know that a new reign desires documentation of all such things!" She was half teasing the girl, of course Caitrin knew how politics worked! Or at least, Morgana assumed she did.
She threw back her head and gave a soft laugh as the lady spoke of pleasure being all hers, and chuckled softly as she replied. "Indeed it is," replied Morgana. "Alas, I fear I will need more from you than your word and the signed treaty. I would like you and Yassia, once she has also signed, to join me and mine at dinner," she smiled a little. "To establish the peace between us, I would like you to see how I am without politics in the way. I think you will find me most agreeable, to those who are my friends."
Morgana graced the boy with a soft smile as he thanked her, and she moved to the cupboard, pulling out a healing potion that was doused with a sleeping medication. Thankfully she had taken it from Gaius' chambers many months ago, when she had still been a friend of Camelot, and miricle of miricle, it had somehow survived all that had happened. She knew it woudl do wonders for Mordred, and he certainly looked like he could do with the rest.
Moving back to his side, she paused, for a moment terrified the boy she cared so deeply for was actually unconscious, but after a second of laying her hand on his chest, realising he was but sleeping. A soft breath of relief left her lips and she nodded, placing the vial by the side, raising the covers of her bed up around him, to protect him from the winds that sometimes threaded through the small hovel. "Sleep, Mordred," she whispered to the already asleep boy. "Rest, for you are most deserving of it."
NOTE: Not a problem!!! Apologies for the same length with my post!!!!
The Queen had not expected Arthur to bow before her for long. So when he countered her, and began to talk back, she barely flinched, but gave a small smile, as though she did not care for him, or his words. "I know who it is I hold, Arthur," she spat. "It is because of whom they are that they were chosen. Of course, they are not just a Princess and a Noblewoman, are they, Arthur? They are two women, one of whom was once very close to you." She smiled again. "There are reasons for my plans, Arthur."
His next words had her to her feet once again and she stalked toward him. "It is not their capture and holding here that is power, Arthur!" she hissed. "It is knowing I have you at my feet. It is knowing that through you I can control Camelot, and your father. It is knowing that finally, finally I no longer have to hide, and people like me no longer have to hide!" The Queen narrowed her eyes. "But you would not understand such a thing, for you have never had to hide nor pretend. You have been able to be yourself throughout your whole life!" She stopped in her tracks, and glared at him. "And believe me, Arthur, when I say that torturing you will be the least of my pleasures this day. Although it will be high, very high, on my list. And you will soon see what I want from these women."
She ignored Caitrin as the girl shouted out for her to not touch the Prince, for of course what she actually intended for him was much, much worse. As the two women would soon see. It was only when the other girl, Yassia, spoke, that Morgana turned to face her, a scowl on her face. "Do not speak in the presence of Royals, Yassia! You know nothing, and you should remember that!" She stalked forward, hitting the lady hard around the face. "Learn to respect your betters, or die where you stand," she spat coolly, before turning to the guards. "hold them fast," she commanded. "They must witness this."
Turning away and moving back to the Throne, Morgana sat down, narrowing her eyes at Arthur even as the man paid to torture the Prince came forward. "You see before you a proud man, my friend," she spoke to the torturer. "We must break him. At all costs, you must break him." She watched with satisfaction as the man nodded, bowed to her, then turned to Arthur, taking from his belt a long, cruel whip.
"Prepare yourself, Arthur," Commanded the brunette, staring down at her brother as the man unleashed his strength, bringing the whip down on the Prince's back in a rain of long, hard strokes.
In Character Chat
This chat box is for IC [In Character] Chat! It is a place for members to muse and converse as their characters with lots of IC shenanigans! Happy Chatting Everyone!
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
Feb 24, 2019 21:03:14 GMT -5
Sunkissed Paradise Crafted By Alisha A 2014 Adoxography Exclusive
This theme is best viewed on Google Chrome
"Sunkissed Paradise" premade theme created by Alisha of Adoxography and Proboards Support for use on Proboards v5 Forums. Tabbed content script by Kismet of RPG-D. Icons adapted from Font Awesome. Please only modify this theme according to the creators conditions and specify them here upon doing so.