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She shook her head at his words as he spoke of failure, hating Uther with a passion for doing this to his son, after all that Arthur had done for him and on his behalf. "No, you have not," she argued quietly. "It is Uther who has failed them. The people are no fools, they will know how you have been treated and they will not stand to see their Prince so disgraced." The ward sighed softly as he admitted to not wanting civil war to break out. "I fear if your father continues on this path, then it might be the only thing to stop him," she confessed. "And I cannot promise to be idle when it does."

As Arthur put his hands on either side of her upper arm and gazed at her, Morgana met his eyes, listening intently to his plea. She sighed softly. "I will appear complient," she relented. "... on the condition that Uther does not hurt or otherwise anyone that I care about." she paused. "And that includes you, Arthur. If he does these things then I cannot stand by, and I shall not. And do not fear for me - if his reign is to be thus, then I would rather be dead at the stake than a pawn beneath his fingers," she spoke with assurity, though some part of her mind shied away from the thought of death.

The dreams had been hounding her again. As Morgana trod through the wood to return to her home - or hovel - she tried to ignore the memory of those images, using her current task of collecting wood to rid herself of the memory. At one point the dreams had been a curse, and now? Now she was not sure what they were. They were confusing, that was for sure. With a sigh she had to admit they had been easier to deal with when she had had friends around her - friends such as .... no. She could not think of them.

A rattle of... something... caught her ears, and Morgana looked up, interest spiked instantly. She frowned, instinct screaming at her, as she moved forward, raising her hand instantly to attack whoever it was that had found her home. "Reveal yourself," she commanded, condemning herself for the slight shake to her voice

Morgana nodded, her hand resting on his. "They will not stand for it," she agreed. "And once they hear of what he has done to you, they will rebel against that too. For you are the Hope of Camelot, Arthur. They believe that you will bring Camelot to greatness, and for your father to cast you aside will only anger the people." The ward sighed softly. "There may very well be a chance for them to do so," she admitted. "They will not stand for so much change in such a short time," she paused. "Admittedly, I would be with them if they do."

She frowned at the request, shaking her head. "No, I cannot promise that," she argued softly. "After what he has done to you, I cannot just sit aside and meekly agree to his whims." the ward sighed, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, I cannot promise," Morgana said quietly, her free hand now upon Arthur's shoulder. "you are a brother to me. I will not stand by."

The ward shook her head as Arthur asked whether she had gone to the physician about her foot, raising an eyebrow. "No, I'll be fine. It was only a mild injury, I'll be alright in a day or so," she said with more assurance than she felt. Either way, she was not intending to go to Gaius, who in turn would go to the King, who then would ban her from gonig with Arthur again, ever.

At the assurance that both her handmaiden and Elyan were well, the brunette smiled. "Good, I am glad," she said softly. "they have been through much." she smiled a little, rolling her eyes. "I'll be fine, she should spend time with her brother. I'm sure there is much they should catch up on," She rolled her eyes at his next words. "Really, Arthur, do you truly think I am going to let you go without me?" she asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice. "We both know I am better with a sword, and you would need me there to stop you doing anything silly," she teased again.

Morgana sighed softly as the Prince confessed to his restlessness. "I would hardly call it sleep, Arthur," she stated in a quiet voice. "But I do insist that you rest - I will watch over you myself if I have to," her words now held a slight teasing quality, though it was laced with seriousness.

As he tried to console her, and to ease her mind, the ward bit her lip, swallowing. "I did not do all I could," she argued quietly. "I should have ... I don't know, pulled you back to the castle. Maybe I don't have the strength but I should have found some way. Some... path to stop you. Or else followed you, to watch over you," she shook her head. "I cannot but help blame myself, Arthur, for there is no one else who should be blamed. "I allowed others to console me when you were being slaughtered by that beast." that was not strictly true - she had fought tooth and nail to get back to Arthur, even after Gaius had, on Uther's orders, locked her in her rooms, but she would not tell Arthur so. He would likely hear it from someone else anyhow.

The question he asked was the one she both dreaded and longed for at the same time. The brunette swallowed, hesitating against the words that threatened to spill, not knowing how he would react. But then he acknowledged that he knew her actions must be connected to her dreams, and her head rose a little. "I saw you slain by the beast. I saw the King carrying you into the Castle, with the knights about him," she swallowed, her voice breaking a little. "I know it doesn't make sense. I know it... isn't possible. But I knew it would happen. I... it was not just a dream, Arthur. I knew it would come to pass."

She smiled a little as he promised to at least listen to her concerns, her heart feeling a little lighter, though not by much. "I will hold you to that promise," she warned softly. "Arthur, I have never been so afraid for you in my life. Tease me later about it all you wish, but know for now that I truly knew that this quest had every chance of taking your life," she shook her head. "You are the closest to family I have," stated Morgana. "Even the King is not as close to me as you. We have shared times that he would not know of or understand. I could not bear to lose someone who means so much to me." She managed a soft sigh as he confessed he did not like the sight of her in her nightgown being presented to his Knights, and nodded. "I know, but I did not know how else to get your attention, to make you understand," she confessed.

The Prince's concern toward her made the brunette's heart twinge a little, and she gave him a smile which was not exactly true. "I am better than I was," she assured, and that at least was true. Here, in the Castle, though she still felt stifled by the rules that surrounded her, Morgana at least felt safe away from the magic of Morgause. The woman confused and frightened her - that much she could admit - and sometimes... with a sigh Morgana pushed the thought aside.

As the smile turned into a slight frown, Morgana wondered whether she was any better off than she had been before she had met Morgause. The woman had promised to teach her about her magic, to help her to understand that it was not something to be feared, and yes - Morgana did feel a little more secure in herself... but with that came the penalty of losing the trust of those she once had sought to keep close. Merlin now hated her, and she was sure that if he were to find out the truth, Arthur would too.

As he asked her about her foot, the smile returned, and the brunette nodded. "Nothing that a hot bath didn't cure," she assured, though that was not quite the truth. She paused, and then viewed the younger Pendragon cautiously. "How is Elyan? And Gwen?" Despite everything, she still cared about Gwen, and although she did not know Elyan, she had to admit to having not been completely happy once she'd found out Cenred's plan to capture the boy - for he'd done nothing wrong.

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Green eyes viewed the Prince with concern as he thanked her for the food, though he did not touch it. Morgana sighed softly, listening to the Pendragon's quiet words, feeling sorrow pool in her heart. Secretly, she wondered why Uther had allowed such a thing to pass, when she knew just how beloved Arthur was to him. The Prince was the image of his mother, from all accounts, and she knew that Uther treasured that in him, let alone everything else. What had the Lady Catrina over the King to make him act thus? Why would he turn against his own kin, his own son? It didn't make sense, politically or otherwise, but either way, Morgana was intent on standing by Arthur's side. Depsite the fact that he was sometimes an arrogant prat, he did not deserve this. He did well by Uther, he was kind and (mostly) respectful, and his heart was in the right place.

She squeezed the hand atop her own, meeting his eyes, listening to his words before speaking. "We both know of your father's quick temper," she stated quietly. "Perhaps this is just something that will pass, and he will be kind again." The Ward sighed. "To disinherit you for such a thing - the people will not stand for it, Arthur. They see in you hope for this country and its damned ways, they will not see you be cast aside," admittedly she spoke with more assurity than she felt, but she was fairly certain that once news got out that Arthur had refused to make the order for taxes, the people would be on his side, if they were not before. "I can try to speak to him again, if you wish?" she asked softly.

At the Prince's knowledge of the King's latest plan, Morgana sighed quietly. "It is true," she admitted quietly. "But none of the court nor Gaius agree with the King. And besides, she will have to swear an oath before anything is permanent. I doubt that woman will ever be able to govern this coutry." she paused, sighing. "I cannot understand your father's actions, and I do not think I shall ever."

A whispered prayer was mumbled beneath trembling hands as one Morgana Pendragon moved toward Arthur's chambers. It was not oft that she resorted to such things as prayer, but in this instance, she feared it might be all that would save the Prince of Camelot. His own foolhardyness had caused the Prince to take up this ridiculous challange, and now Arthur would pay the prince. The dream still haunted the dark haired Ward, and it seemed as though the more she attempted to push it aside, the less she was able to. She tried to comfort herself in the knowledge that she had tried all she could to stop Arthur, but knowing and believing were two different things.

But Arthur was home now, and fairly safe. From all accounts, at least. Though she would rather see him for her own eyes, which was way the Ward of Uther Pendragon was currently making her way in rather a hurry to the quarters of the blonde she thought of as a brother. The idea that Arthur might have died had haunted her, but now he was home. Perhaps he would now realise that she had been serious, perhaps... despite her panic, Morgana gave a sigh. No, Arthur would never realise his own mortality. He was stubborn, proud, pigheaded and aristocratic - there was no way that the blonde would ever acknowledge how close to death he had truly been. No matter - Morgana would simply have to keep a closer eye on him.

As she reached his doorway, the brunette hesitated for a mere second, before knocking gently, biting slightly on her lower lip. She could tell Arthur the truth - tell him about her visions. Perhaps he would not see it the way Uther would, perhaps he would not mistake her for being mad, and perhaps.... the Seer shook her head. No. He was still Uther's son. And if he turned against her, she wasn't sure she could bear the betrayal. Uther and Arthur were all that Morgana had, and she was not so willing to let them go - even if the secret of her powers was slowly choking her.

Setting: Arthur's Chambers
Time of Day Late evening
Timeline A few hours after Arthur has been saved in 'Le Morte d'Arthur'
Tag:: Arthur

In any other circumstances, Morgana might have chuckled to see the look of shock on Arthur's face as he was denounced by the older Pendragon. But in this particular circumstance, no. The decision for Uther to disinherit Arthur was one that no one could have imagined, and the Lady could not begin to guess at why the King might make such a decision. Standing in her chambers, the maiden paced a few moments, before pausing and eventually moving, taking a nearby plate of untouched food, and walking briskly from her room and through the halls to Arthur's door, pausing briefly. Would he welcome her company? Would he have already left Camelot? He had been disinherited - what reason was there for him to stay? She truly hoped he would not consider leaving - sometimes he was the only thing that made Camelot bearable.

She had already attempted to talk to the King, but to no avail. Uther was stubborn, it was true. Morgana, hwoever, was just as stubborn, and she intended to right the wrongs somehow between the two Pendragon. She just wasn't entirely sure how yet. With a sigh Morgana rapped on the door once, praying the Prince would not turn her away at such a time. Depsite their differences, they had always seen each other through. Oh, they argued and bickered, but one way or another, they pulled through for each other when the other needed them. And Arthur, whether the stubborn man would admit it or not, needed Morgana right now.

Opening the door as the Pendragon's voice admitted her, the brunette cleared her throat, biting her lip. "I thought you might be hungry," she stated softly, placing the food down nearby, before shutting the door behind her. "Uther is just angry, Arthur. He will not make this decision stand... he loves you, despite how easily and effectively he tries to hide it," she managed a soft smile, moving over and pressing a hand to the Prince's shoulder. "You will be King one day, Arthur. He is just... blinded by the Lady Catrina."