Ch. 1- Visions within her dreams
Morgana sat on her throne, smirking evilly. Her lover, Merlin, stood with Gwen as all of Camelot bowed before her. She motioned the man beside her to take out a sheet of parchment and read out the names. The people that he had read tentatively stepped forward. "Take them to the dungeons. If they do not want to cooperate with our laws, they will be punished." The guards nodded solemnly and led the horde of people away.
"You are dismissed." The rest of the people filed out followed by Gwen. Only Merlin remained with Morgana. He wiped a few tears away. "Why did you do that?" He asked and she stood up. "You know why. If they do not want to follow the rules of my land, then they will have no place here." He shook his head in anger. "So they have to die for it?" He asked in disbelief. She stomped towards him and grabbed his face and pulled him towards her. "Do you want to join them?"
He shook his head and she smiled. "Good. Then shut up." Then she walked out of the throne room, leaving Merlin alone with his thoughts. She opened the door to her room and found Gwen tidying up. Gwen saw her, bowed, and helped her get dressed for sleep. "I hope you have sweet dreams, my lady." Gwen bowed and left, and Morgana closed her eyes.
"By the powers vested in me, I crown you Queen of Camelot." Merlin laid the crown on Gwen's hair and helped her up the steps. Then he kissed her in front of all the people of Camelot and they burst in applause. He sat in one of the thrones and she sat in the other. "I will always love you." He whispered in her ear, and she smiled.
Morgana jolted awake, panting heavily. She whipped the covers off and silently creeped out her door. "My lady?" Merlin rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned. Morgana turned back to look at him and kissed him softly on the lips. "Go back to sleep, Merlin. I'll be back soon." Merlin nodded and went back to his chambers.
Morgana sighed and continued on her way to the vaults. She grabbed a torch and saw the hulking form of the dragon appear. "Ah, Queen Morgana. So beautiful for one so cruel." She pursed her lips. "Save it, dragon. I need to ask you something." He chuckled, and the walls vibrated with the sound. "Ask away."
"Who rules this kingdom?" Morgana questioned and the dragon chuckled yet again. "You do, of course. But there is one that will surpass you. That will take your throne." Morgana looked up under her dark eyelashes. "Who?" She asked. The dragon leaned in closer. "She has lips red as blood, and hair dark as night. You know her as Guinevere." Morgana bristled in anger. " Everytime I closer my eyes, I see that servant upon my throne!"
She looked up at the dragon and turned around, the torchlight dancing eerily on the walls. "I'll make her wish she'd never been born." She smirked and swept out of the cave, the dragon grinning evilly behind her.