Duchess Morgana leafy had just walked into her fathers office with her long black raven bounding of her shoulders are she walked and her long purple dress swiping the floor. Her fathers office was a dimly light room with l only a few rays of light on her fathers table with blood red curtains and a portrait of her decided mother hanging above the fire place.
"Father you wished to see me" Morgana said in a week voice uncertain why her father would call her while she was studding Latin
"Is there something wrong, are you sick"
The scrawny sickly man got up from his chair walked over to Morgana and cupped her face
"My darling little pearl nothing is wrong you must not worry your self actually it's quite the opposite I have just received wonderful news"
At this Morgana began to smile she had been very worried that something was wrong with her father. After he mothers death her father had changed from the once jolly life of the party duke of Cornwall to a secluded man who never attended parties Morgana cant remember the last time the two of the danced together but this news seemed to be cheering her father up so she was sure that there would be dancing in Cornwall once again.
"Well what is it father that is making you smile like a little child"
"I have received conformation from Uther Pendragon regarding the issues of your marriage"
Morgana suddenly turned a pale white "marriage, father what are you talking about"
"I am talking about your marriage to Prince Arthur Pendragon. You remember Arthur don't you we visited them when you were about twelve "
" yes father I remember him vaguely Father you can not force me into marrying some one I don't love let alone know this is ridicules' I am sorry father normally I would do what ever will make you happy but I will not do this I am sorry"
And at that Morgana turned around and was about to leave the room when her father forcefully griped her arm and twisted her back around.
"I am your father, the duke of Cornwall and your elder you will do exactly as I say do you understand me a marriage to the prince of Camelot will create a very profitable alliance and defense against our enemy this marriage will procide you will go to your room and pack you bags Annemarie and Oliver will be at your door early at dawn by witch time your bags will be pack you will be well rested bathed and ready for the journey to Camelot do you her me"
Morgana's face was going red with anger she never thought her own father would treat her like a piece of property that can be sold for land our an alliance she was so angry her mother would never let her go
"If mother was her she would not let me go she would want me to stay and focus on my study"
Witch wasn't a lie it was not just entilly the truth her mother would want her to do what her father says.
"Don't you dare bring your mother into this do you her me. Morgana my little pearl you know I love you and that this is for the best"
He moved to go and kiss her on the forehead but she stormed out of the room and slammed the door. She hated that her father was right he would not be doing this is he thought it would put her in danger or if she would be miserable.
As glores sat back down in his chair there was a knock at the door
"Come in "
A fat well rounded man in his late forties entered the room
"Ah Nicholas what is it that brings to my humble abode''
The man steeped into the light revealing a scar across the center of his face
"Just checking how the young duchess took the news"
"Ah well she is her mothers daughter she is quite upset but Morgana is an obedient girl I have every faith in her. This marriage will succeed"
"Well it better this alliance with strengthen Cornwall or people will prosper under this alliance"
"I know"
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