I Thought We Were Friends
Arthur looked into her pale eyes.
He grew up with her, always thought that he knew her the best. Always loved her. This was his Morgana. The woman he loved so much And she now wanted to kill him.
Morgana seemed to stare right through him, a cruel smirk marring her beautiful features as she reveled in the lines of regret that were etched into his face.
Too late for that now. She had once trusted him with everything, her happiness, her greif and her heart. He was supposed to save her.
Why didn't you save me Arthur? You could have saved me for becoming this.
Too late now.
' what happened to you morgana? I thought we were friends.' Arthur whispered.
' We stopped being friends when you guarded the door while our beloved father raped me Arthur.'
AN: So I came up with quite a few ways to end this story, I'm going to leave this one as a one shot but I have a few other stories coming up with this one as the central story. What do you think? Leave a review J