'Jealousy is such an unattractive trait in a woman'.
That's what Sophia had said to her. But why does it matter what Sophia said? Morgana wasn't jealous anyway. It's not like Morgana's jealous of anything even now. Least of all her maid.
She has beautiful dresses, people at her beck and call and all of the men who lay eyes on her falling over themselves to win her attention (well, except for one). She's the first lady of Camelot, what does she have to be jealous of?
And it's not like she cares that Gwen has got the one man she hasn't. It doesn't hurt her when she catches her maid glancing at Arthur. She doesn't feel sick when he glances back. And her heart definitely doesn't ache at the sight of them smiling at each other. That would be ridiculous.
No, Morgana doesn't care. She hasn't cared for a long time. She doesn't give a damn. She never wanted to be his queen anyway.
She convinces herself of this – because she knows she couldn't care less – and as she does so Gwen enters the room. And Morgana doesn't care about where Gwen's been or who she's been with. Morgana knows exactly what Gwen must have been up to. She waits for her maid to speak, continuing her impassive stare. And her heart isn't shredding itself into pieces in her chest, killing her from the inside out, and her world isn't shattering around her because Morgana really doesn't care.
Honest.