A/N: The reveal that Igraine sent Morgan to the nunnery to save her never made sense to me. I mean, there was a scene in the first episode where Morgan confronted Igraine. She could have told Morgan everything right then and there.
As Igraine stood in the Royal bedchamber, face to face with Morgan, she couldn't help but to think back to when Morgan was a child. Back to when Morgan was constantly cowering in fear of her father. Now that fear was gone, replaced with anger. After poisoning Uther, Morgan turned this rage towards Igraine. She had stolen Igraine's life and killed her son. Yet despite everything Morgan had done, Igraine could only see her as that same child she knew some fifteen years ago.
"Why did you take my face?" said Igraine.
"I asked myself that same question," said Morgan. "It wasn't my choice. Now I understand why: You're the birth of all this."
"You poor child," said Igraine. "What happened to you these years?"
"What happened is that you turned my father against me." said Morgan. "Until you came he loved me without question. But then you with your bastard child-"
"You never understood!" said Igraine. She tried to sound firm, but there was doubt in her voice. She knew she had never tried to harm Morgan. It was Uther who had beat her. It was Uther who had tried to disinherit her. It was Uther who had sent her to that nunnery. Igraine could do nothing to stop his wrath. He was her king, and Igraine had always been taught that a good queen never questions her king. Yet, Igraine always wondered what would have happened if she had done something.
"It doesn't matter now." Morgan ran her fingers through Igraine's hair. "You look beautiful my lady."
"What do you want from me?" said Igraine.
Morgan leaned in towards Igraine. "A slow death." Suddenly Igraine felt the cold steel of a blade slide through her ribs. The pain was excruciating and she cried out.
"It's alright. It's fatal, but it will take some time for you to bleed out." Morgan held Igraine in her arms, a with smug look on her face. The pain Igraine had felt now began to turn into rage. She felt the urge to strike Morgan, but it hurt just to breathe. Morgan knew this. "Queen Igraine. Look at you now. That face my father loved enough to banish me."
It was at this moment that Igraine's rage became uncontrollable. She may have lacked the strength to physically strike her, but she would make sure that Morgan would regret killing her. "He didn't banish you! He was going to have you killed, like your mother. I sent you away to keep you safe."
At first it seemed like Morgan saw through the lie. She threw Igraine at a bedpost. "You're lying!" Morgan said.
The pain Igraine felt as she hit the bedpost was agonizing. She could barely stand, but she mustered all her strength to face Morgan. It was then that Igraine saw the smug look slowly disappear from her face. She had shaken Morgan.
"I saved you!" said Igraine.
"I don't believe you," said Morgan. Igraine could hear the doubt in the her voice. She had won. She watched as Morgan rushed out of the room, running like when she was a little girl.
"I took pity on you." said Igraine. "You will never be Queen!" Morgan was gone now, not even stopping to close the door. Igraine collapsed. She could feel the pain returning, but that didn't matter to her. In a few minutes she would be dead, but that didn't matter to her. Morgan, or at least a small part of Morgan, believed that she had just murdered the one person who had shown her kindness. Even in death she would forever haunt Morgan for the rest of her days. She would haunt Morgan every time she put on her crown or sat on her throne, even if it was all just a lie. The thought brought one last smile to Igraine's face.