Title: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgana has plans for Emrys. Written for the prompt 'the fantasy was better than the reality' on comment-fic.
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She's dreamed of killing Emrys for years.
When all her plots were foiled, when her armies were decimated before her eyes, when her magic failed. When Arthur somehow escaped her grasp yet again, when Guinevere wore her crown. Every moment she's been forced to live in squalor, a peasant instead of the queen she knows she ought to be, she has waited and she has dreamed of all the things she would do to him.
She could poison him slowly, painfully, she could burn him with fire or encase him in ice, she could feed him to some vicious animal. She could tie him up and torture him with her magic, watch him scream and writhe for every second he has kept her from her destiny.
She stabs Merlin through the heart with the sword she designed to pierce Emrys's shields. She regrets it, regrets that she has allowed his peasant's blood to touch the weapon destined for such great things. As he dies behind her she wipes his blood off the sword, throws the handkerchief to the ground and walks forward to Camelot, striding ever closer to the place where she will fulfill her every dream.