A/N: This has been a long time coming and will be reuploaded once my beta gets back to me. The idea of Morgana and Arthur meeting before Avalon had been floating around in my head for a while and I felt I had to write it, it came out in the form of a drabble so enjoy.
Days turned to months and soon they turned to years since the Lady Morgana had graced the halls of Camelot's palace.
The shadows that once marred her flawless flesh, through years of frustrated anger had slowly morphed into sallow skin and deep wrinkles on her once perfect face. She thought of them as cracks in her shattered beauty, the essence of the old Morgana seeping out of the fractured skin, flowing through the crevasses that stained her beauty until there was nothing left but a hollow shell filled with contempt.
She was older now, wiser. No longer the naïve girl that flustered around the charming prince Arthur like a dog or a prize animal. The power within her that she had once kept so hidden, so guarded now dripped from her fingertips and rolled off her tongue with ease and grace as she stood alone in a darkening corner of Camelot's kingdom. The sun, it seemed, only shone on those it deemed worthy of the light and Morgana for her part lived her life in the shadows.
The air surrounding the palace seemed to hang silent as she slid along the darkening corridors, her cloak scraping against the cool flagstones. The mask was off with all pretence of civility between herself and the King long since discarded, along with her compassion. She was laid bare in front of him, their eyes brimming with unspoken words as the moonlight illuminated the room.
It had been six long years since King Uther Pendragon had died and his son had taken the throne.
It had been four years since the Lady Morgana was stripped of her title and dignity and cast from the castle walls.
It had been two years since King Arthur had married Queen Guinevere.
It had been two days since Guinevere had been branded a harlot.
It had been two minutes since the High Sorceress Morgana had swept into the Kings chambers.
It was in this moment that Morgana and Arthurs lips clashed together like a storm after the calm, kisses filled with lust and regret, hope and despair.
It has been ten long, tiring years since King Arthur Pendragon died and Morgana had returned to the shadows.