Betrayal is a Point of View
She sat there in her hovel all alone, seething.
Morgause had left her now, dead- although that was far from her own fault.
Rather, it was always those people in Camelot- all of them.
The more Morgana thought about them, the angrier she became. She stood up and started to pace around the small room.
Cenred was a fool, but she'd never trusted him and neither had Morgause. No indeed, her fury was directed entirely towards the people she'd once trusted and called friends.
Gwen- who she'd caught going through her possessions and who had dared to attach herself to Arthur and try and take Morgana's place on the throne.
Uther, who had betrayed her father- her real father, Gorloise, the man who had always been there for her, by taking her mother and then sending Gorloise to die in battle. Deliberately, she was sure of it. And then for denying her place on the throne- for denying that she was even his! His arrogance in thinking that he could have everything his own way!
She stared at the fire then and made sparks fly from the embers to try and direct her fury.
She'd been happier when she thought she had been sure of her parentage.
Arthur had betrayed her by taking Uther's stance on magic blindly and without question.
When they'd been growing up side by side, they'd had a lot of fights as children who grow up together often do, but she'd always considered him to be like a brother to her- someone to look up to. But when he started to develop such narrow-minded perceptions towards an entire culture within the kingdom, she couldn't just stand by and watch him turn into his father. The massacres that they had already wrought upon the kingdom were heinous.
Morgana had been ecstatic when Arthur had agreed to help the druid boy- he was going against Uther's wishes, and not just any wishes, but the ultimate in treasonous thought- helping magic escape death.
She flung a fireball into the hearth and set it ablaze again.
Well, he'd shown his true colours later on.
Gauis had never believed her when she told him that she wasn't just having dreams. He'd always patronised her and looked down on her. Stupid old fool. She'd show him one day. She'd show him that she had known best all along- that she'd been right and that it would be his downfall to have looked down on her for all of those years.
And Merlin... well. His true colours had been shown to her when he tried to poison her.
Her lips curled in disgust.
Some friend he turned out to be. She thought back to when he helped- or rather, 'helped'- her to escape from Camelot to leave and go with the druids to live with them. Things might have turned out so differently if he hadn't returned and brought all of Camelot's knights upon the encampment.
She sighed and turned away from the fire and slumped down on her bed in the corner.
She really had been happy there, and at peace.
Her mind returned to Gorloise and she idly wondered what he'd think of her now if he could see her.
A small part of her mind told her that he wouldn't be happy and she fought to stop her eyes from welling up. She sniffed and angrily swiped at her nose and eyes with her sleeve.
It wasn't her fault after all! She was the one who'd been betrayed by everyone she had ever known and loved. She was the one who was sat here all alone without a friend left in the world, and she was the one who was going to show them how wrong they'd all been about her.
She'd show them- she'd show all of them.
She smiled. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.