Morgana grins triumphantly into the crystal she holds in her permed left hand. Arthur's grim face glows eerily back at her, the king's face twisted with indecision and despair; a look the witch dearly loves.
The seer lets out a disgusted huff and leans back happily in her throne, her right hand curling itself possessively upon the chair's cold stone, as Arthur's bloodshot eyes stare ahead into the distance completely unaware of her electrified gaze.
"What's wrong, Arthur?" Morgana almost purrs, mocking compassion, her crimson lips curling upward into a devilish smile. "Did I steal your toy?"
Her smile grows as the crystal shows Merlin draped like a ragdoll over the King's horse.
"Oh?" Morgana giggles, her frown giving away her hatred. "Why, aren't you full of surprises Merlin?" The witch growls almost amusedly, her permed nails grating upon her cold throne. She brings the crystal closer to her face, the light shining a sick green upon her porcelain skin, her eyes blending with the color perfectly.
"…I figured they had buried you already." Morgana hisses, her pale green eyes fierce. "I guess the maggots will have to wait." Her eyes sparkle with joy as she watches Merlin sway awkwardly with each step the horse takes.
"What baggage you are…" Morgana half laughs, her eyes wide with amusement, she tauntingly scrunches her face up and fakes a whimper.
"The ever loyal servant..." She puts her hand up to her heart and strikes a dramatic pose, "dead." She bursts out laughing almost losing the precious stone in the process.
Oh, how she loved the scene the crystal had showed her a couple of hours before… Gwaine sobbing over the Merlin's broken body…Hell; it was almost as entertaining as Arthur's reaction!
She starts to laugh hysterically as she remembers watching Arthur have a complete mental breakdown in front of the corpse. God, she wishes she could see that again; his face was priceless!
"Sister," calls a sweet voice from the doorway causing Morgana to stop laughing down into the crystal, and her sadistic mood immediately changes into joy.
"Sister!" she coos running happily over to Morgause and embracing her tightly. The blonde hugs her back even tighter.
"I have done what you asked of me," she whispers into Morgana's right ear, her brown eyes lit with an evil to rival even that of the Devil's.
"The crystal has shown me," Morgana smiles mischievously into Morgause' shoulder, clutching the crystal tighter in her hand until it feels as if her knuckles would break from the pressure.
"This was too much fun!" Morgana all but squeals, her face scrunched up rather childishly. "I wish to see his face in more pain, sister!" The seer's eyes sparkle with desire at the thought of her brother's agonized facial expression.
Morgause smiles lovingly at her and tucks a lock of dark wavy hair back into place. "I might have just the thing!" The fellow witch' eyes light up as she brings her lips back to Morgana's ear, Morgana's wicked smile returning as she listens.
"Can we?" Morgana almost shrieks with pleasure. "Is that even possible? He's already dead." Morgana gives her sister a disappointed look, her eyes still lit with adrenaline.
Morgause' smile widens and she puts her hands on her sister's shoulders, her dark brown eyes glistening darkly. "Yes, but it won't be easy. A life must be given in his stead."
"A life for a life?" Morgana stares questioningly at her ally, her green eyes sparkling with hellish intent.
"Yes."
"How can we accomplish this? Arthur will never leave his side; even in death." She spits through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry about that," the blonde says pulling Morgana into a hug, "leave the rest to me."
With that being said Morgause takes ten of their best warriors and leaves the rundown castle in pursuit of Arthur and his men. Her heart full of wicked intentions, her soul as black as the night she and her men now travel in…
Morgana watches her sister leave from the tower; her hands gripping onto the worn stone menacingly, her dark hair windblown, red lips smiling up at the night sky. She lifts up her arms taking in the feel of the cool air upon her arms, her crimson dress fluttering in the wind.
"Soon…!" Morgana half laughs, half growls to the heavens, fingers spread wide.
"Soon, Arthur Pendragon will crumble before my feet! Soon, brother shall murder brother!" The witch's head suddenly snaps down, her eyes fierce with bloodlust, head turned into the direction of her lost home, towards Camelot.
"Soon sister shall murder brother!"
The witches laughter echoes throughout the night, birds fleeing to the west.