The Confrontation

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Merlin' or any of its characters. If I did, then Gwen would be off with Lancelot and Morgana would rule as queen of Camelot alongside Arthur (and no, they would NOT be related).

Morgana's P.O.V.

I sat in the throne awaiting their arrival. They were close by now, that I knew. I could always sense when they were near, when he was near. I would enjoy this, I told myself. I would enjoy every second of seeing the excruciating pain in their eyes.

"For the love of Camelot!" They shouted as they barged in, but immediately halted when they saw who was before them.

"Welcome, dear brother," I began in a menacing tone, looking directly at Arthur. "It's been far too long. I apologise if you had a difficult reception; it's hard to know who to trust these days."
I walked towards him, taking slow, deliberate steps.
What happened next was completely unexpected. Arthur held up his sword and tucked it into his belt, as an indication of his surrender. He stared at me with those blue eyes.

"What happened to you, Morgana?" he said, a tear threatening to escape.
I began to question myself. What had happened to me?
"I thought we were friends…"
We were friends. Before you abandoned me. Before you failed to see that I was struggling with something because you were too infatuated with my maidservant.
"As did I," I replied in a broken voice, "but alas we were both wrong."
"You can't blame me for my father's sins."
"It's a bit late for that," I laughed once, a humourless, disbelieving laugh. "You've made it perfectly clear how you feel about me and my kind. You're not as different from Uther as you'd like to think."
"Nor are you," he retorted.
That did it. I glared at him, my emerald eyes piercing through his very soul. No, I was not like Uther. Not in the slightest.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you, Arthur Pendragon," I told him as I retreated. I muttered the spell that would surely end his life… But it failed to work. I tried again, this time extending my arms towards him. Still nothing. I didn't understand what was happening. Why wasn't my magic inflicting pain and suffering upon him?

"Not so powerful now, My Lady," he said smugly.

Addressing me like that was almost a mock. It brought back so many memories of when the bond between us was unbreakable. I was his Lady, he was my champion. That was the way it was supposed to be. I felt a sharp pang in my chest as I realised; I was using past tense.

It was useless pretending not to know what was happening. It didn't matter how much I denied it; the truth has always been locked up in the back of my mind, try as I may to forget it. I realised that I had been lying to myself all along. I didn't hate Arthur because he was heir to the throne and I was just the king's illegitimate daughter, I hated him because he fell in love with Gwen. It should be me that would rule alongside him, not her. I could never fathom why that in the years that we had spent together, after all we'd been through, he forgot about me so easily. All because of Gwen. Even if he didn't see me the way he did before I still loved him.

I loved him and I didn't have it in myself to kill him so no matter how powerful I was, my magic couldn't either. It couldn't go against its nature, couldn't go against my nature.

Helios took his protective stance in front of me but the shock was evident on my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of here. I had to get as far away from Arthur Pendragon as possible.

I ran from the room without looking back.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfiction so I apologise if it isn't that good. Please review and tell me what you think! All comments and criticisms will be much appreciated :)