Morgana's Anger
The cry seemed to come from far away.
In one stride, Morgana was at the window. She watched the guards as though she was in a dream. Tom. Tom was dead.
On Uther's orders.
Gwen! Oh God, Gwen!
Uther would pay.
Morgana stormed into the King's Private Chambers, sapphire eyes snapping and flashing. Her dark hair tumbling loose about her shoulders, she screamed "You have blood on your hands, Uther Pendragon!"