Morgana stares at him in awe. Arthur. Of all the people she had expected to see, he was possibly last on her list. He is just staring at her, his blue eyes filled with shock, and something else.

She quickly looks away. She will not allow him to be captured as well, so she looks down at the floor as bitter laughter continues to ring in her ears.

"Did you think you could disobey us?" The voice speaks harsh and cold in her ear. Morgana knows that, as long as she lives, that voice will haunt her nightmares.

It is Cael's voice. She has learnt enough in her time as his prisoner to know that without having to look at his face. She says nothing.

"Cat got your tongue?" Cael taunts. "Makes a change; you normally have plenty to say." Morgana bites her lip to quell the anger boiling up inside her. He is just goading her, trying to get her to argue, just so he has an excuse to beat her. Not that he needs one.

The old Morgana would have lost her temper by now. But being held captive has taken its toll. She has adapted. She has had to. For life now is about survival.

Crack! The whip snaps and Morgana bites her tongue to keep from crying out. She will not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She suddenly feels the pressure of boots against the back of her knees, forcing her to crumple to the ground, before the whip cracks again.


A/N: Thanks to drennilrem for reviewing. I've split it into short chapters simply for ease of reading, as the perspective changes slightly, but I hope to post them in reasonably quick succession, as they're already written.
Enjoy,

K