Morgana barely remembered anything. She remembered the dragon, a blonde woman, heavily spiced wine, and the smell of dirt. She still felt groggy, though consciousness was lowly coming back to her. Wait? Was she in a castle? She sat up abruptly, grabbing her forehead in the process. She cursed her what she supposed was a hangover and lay back down. As she turned to get more comfortable, she saw a frightened looking boy sitting on the left of her.
"You, boy! Where Am I?" she barked.
"Castle Elaine," he replied in a rough accent.
"Where is this?" Morgana asked.
"Castle Elaine," the boy repeated.
"I know that!" Morgana snapped and rolled her eyes. "I mean what kingdom is this!"
"This is in Cenred's kingdom," a woman's voice replied.
"What?!" Morgana said sitting up. The woman before her looked shockingly farmiliar.
"Morgause?" Morgana asked.
The blonde shook her head. "No,. Though I see why you might think so. I was Morgause's sister. I am your other half-sister."
