She sits on her bed. Simply waiting for her plans to fix themselves in her head.
She knew it wouldn't happen that way. It never had before. Probably never would.
She'd had the throne within her grasp. so many times. and each time it was ripped away
Ripped away by...
Arthur. Always Arthur. When they were children, it was he who broke her dolls and threw fits when she beat him at swordplay
"It's not PLAY Morgana, its preparing for war" She still said it looked like a game they were teaching him. How angry he would get. She almost smiles at the memory. Almost.
Now it isn't swordplay. nor broken dollies. She reminds herself
It is people being run through with sharp swords, blood spurting everywhere. and those dollies? those are their soldiers. Killing each other on their orders. How she wished she could be 15 again, be sneaking kisses with Arthur in the garden before lessons..and during.(She smirks to remember them sneaking around, Just laughing about it, nothing serious in their lives.) She wishes to be simple again.
Now, she cannot sneak kisses from Arthur. Because Arthur is her.
B-R-O-T-H-E-R, She spells it out in her head to try to make it make sense. It still hasn't completely sunk in.
Those flirts, Those dances, Those pecks, Those passionate kisses in corners. those nights he snuck in to her bed. After Gwen was gone. Their hands straying-
She stops the thought there. She looks up. and realizes she'd been crying. She hadn't realized how much she missed...Them.
But now. They are Brother & Sister, no more happy fantasies of "King Arthur, Queen Morgana. Happily in love, on their thrones securely" now they are "King Arthur, Queen Morgana, Fighting sovereigns of Camelot. Secret Siblings. Public Hate & War" and He will never be Hers again. He will be Gwens. Gwen. Best friend No longer. Bitterest Enemy more like.
She's sure Merlin knows. He always knows everything.
(She lays back on her bed,drifting to sleep.)
She dreams of a world, where they are not related. or at least don't know it. They are married. and They are happy.
She awakens in the morning to the true world. Where she sends assassins to kill Dear, Dear Arthur.
and She mourns.
This will be how it ends. How it always had to end for them.