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As I entered the gates, King Lot was standing in the courtyard, watching me with his arms crossed. Several people were standing near him, watching curiously as I entered the gates.

I dismounted and handed Celandine to Orion before strolling over to him. I was not going to let him intimidate me.

"Where were you, Morgan? I looked all over for you and then when I came to the stables, I was told you had gone for a ride."

"You just answered your own question then, didn't you?" I started to walk past him, but he grasped my arm and turned me back towards him.

"I don't believe I have finished talking with you."

I rolled my eyes. I believe I have finished talking to you though, Lot.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, Morgan!" He shook me, shocking me out of my thoughts. He was trembling with rage. Scarily trembling with rage, I thought. Yet, I could not show weakness in front of my people.

"Let go of me, Lot!" I managed to say with some authority and then yanked my arm free before striding quickly into the castle. I knew he would follow me when he got out of the shock that I had defied him in front of everyone.

Going up to my chambers, I shut the door behind me and leaned heavily against it closing my eyes and taking several shaky breaths. What was I thinking, getting him to come here? It would have been easier to get the crown on my own.

Moments later I heard King Lot's heavy footsteps coming down the corridor and stepped away from the door seconds before it was thrown open. King Lot's bulky frame filled the doorway. I looked at him. His eyes were narrowed in silent fury, his hands in fists at his side.

"How dare you make a mockery of me in front of our people?" he roared. My people, I wanted to correct him, but immediately thought better of it.

When I didn't answer him, he walked forward and slammed the door shut behind him. I winced slightly.

"I asked you a question, Morgan," he snarled.

"I think your earlier statement should be rephrased as how dare you make a mockery of me in front of my people, Lot." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He made a noise that sounded like a growl and lunged at me. I tried to dodge him, but he caught my arm before I could move. I gasped in pain as his nails dug into my skin.

"What did you just say?" he hissed into my ear. You know exactly what I said, I thought to myself, but I didn't answer he realised I wasn't going to, he continued. "You should know by now, Morgan, that I don't tolerate anybody speaking to me in that way."

"I demand that you let go of me, Lot." My arm was still hurting from his grip and I just wanted him to go away. I could feel another of the dull aches starting in my temples and I really didn't want it to get worse because of a shouting match that really wasn't necessary.

He ignored me and carried on talking.

"You're lucky that I'm not going to punish you in a way I would any other person who talks to me like that. If it happens again, I will not be so generous. Do you understand?"

"Lot–"

"Just answer yes or no!" he snapped.

"Yes, I understand," I said through gritted teeth. Lord, does he have to be difficult?

"Good." He relaxed his grasp on my forearm so it didn't hurt as much. "Now, why didn't you tell me you were going for a ride? Why did I have to find out from the stable master? "

"I was under no obligation that I was to tell you what I was doing when." His grip tightened slightly again.

"It would bode better for you if you weren't so rude to people above you, Morgan. I am a king, lest you forget, and you are only a Lady."

"A Lady who should be Queen of Briton," I spat.

"But who isn't yet and won't be if I leave." That's what he thinks, the arrogant fool. But then again, I had to let him think that. With him at my side, things would go a lot… smoother.

"It's my birth right!" I yelled.

"We are not going over this again, Morgan. You will have your birth right, but we can't rush our plan. We can't afford for this to go wrong."

"It won't! We're letting them have too much time to–"

"Enough, Morgan!"

"But–" I was cut off as King Lot's hand came smashing across my cheek. He let go of my arm and let me stumble into one of the bed posts. Tears of shock ran down my face.

"You brought me here thinking you could control me, Morgan. But you were wrong. Very wrong."

With one last glower at me, he opened the door, stormed out and slammed it shut behind him.