Morgana aloud herself to be more or less dragged towards the throne room, as her legs were still weak. When she started to fully taking in what was going on, as the last traces of sleep left her, her eyes began to dart around. They never landed on anything for very long. The palace, like her chambers looked like they had done a year ago. It felt to her that the only thing that had changed in the last year was her. This angered her more then she thought it would. After all that she had done, risked for what she saw as the greater good, it had made no difference. She had lost, she accepted that. She risked all that she had, because she believed what she was fighting for was worth the risk. The fact that something that meant so much to her, meant nothing to others, hurt more than the betrayed she felt by her former friends. Once she had managed to control herself, she saw the large imposing doors of the throne room in-front of her. They seemed to get closer to her at a very alarming rate, till they were pushed open and she was pulled through them.
After looking her over the other day, Giaus and Merlin had retied to there rooms. Once they entered an uneasy silence came over them. Merlin had wanted to get back here as fast as he could, so he could talk to Giaus about what he thought was going on. Now that they were here, he didn't know were to start.
"You should get some rest." Giaus had his back to the young warlock, not wanting to talk about any of this let.
Merlin however was not willing to let it go. "How can I rest, when she's back in the palace. What do you thing she's planing."
Giaus finally turned round. There was a sad look to his face, that Merlin didn't like. The old man moved to sit at the table in the centre of the room. "I think she has been placed under an enchantment. That makes her sleep, so that she would be found and brought back here."
"So you don't think she placed the enchantment on herself." Merlin too now moved to sit on the opposite side of the large table.
With a shake of his head, Giaus answered. "No. most enchantments can not be placed on the individual that is casting them."
Merlin was nodding his head, till something hit him. "So there was no way she could have made herself the vessel for the knights of medhir."
Giaus was a little shocked by this question. He almost didn't want to answer it. "No, she couldn't have...did you think she..."
"No. I knew it was Morgause's doing. That she placed the enchantment on Morgana. That she didn't really know what was going on, that she really was scared. It was just..."
"Essayer to do what you had to do if you believed that."
Merlin gave a slight nod of his head as he lowered his head do face the table. "What do I do know. She may know. Mordred was at the camp with her. He knows about my magic, what if he has told her. What if she also knows you..."
Placing a reassuring hand over Merlin's Giaus did his best to comfort him. "We will have to wait for her to wake up, before we can think of what to do next.
Merlin and Giaus now stood at the far end of the throne room, on the left of the throne itself. Merlin had wanted to hid behind a pillar, but Giaus had pulled him to stand further out with the knight that surrounded the room. Despite himself, Merlin found himself searching to met Morgana's eye as she was dragged past him, towards the king sitting on his throne. She never made it half way towards the throne, before the king ordered Gwaine and the other knight to stop. They did as they were order, stepped aside leaving Morgana standing alone in the centre of the room.
"Hello, Arthur. I love what you have done with the place." She held her arm bent up, pointing her fingers up to the celling. The celling she had brought down, and Arthur no doubt had remodelled. It looked very simpler, but she could see it looked less ornate. It seemed something had indeed changed.
Arthur the king regent, rose from his throne and slowly made his way towards his sister. "That is king Arthur to you. What is it you want."
Morgana didn't even flinch at his yelling. "I want fairness, justice and equity for everyone. For magic to be seen as a gift, rather than a curse. I would settle for a bath and some clean clothes though."
"Morgana, answer me seriously." Arthur was no standing a few feet from her.
She let out a sigh, as she ran her eyes over the people that were staring at her. "I did answer you serious. If you mean what do I want here, then the answer is nothing...for now. You are the one that dragged me here so either let me go, or kill me." She finally trusted herself to walk on her own. So she took a step towards Arthur and whispered low enough so only he could here her. "If you have the guts."
Angry flashed across the kings face, as it looked like he was about to strike her. The knights all instinctively moved, ready to draw their swords. Just in case she retaliated to his hit. Merlin started to panic. Who knew what Morgana would do if she was provoked. How could be protect Arthur from a magical attack, without being able to use magic himself. Not that it might matter for much longer. If she knew, all it could take was for her to tell everyone here now, and all that he had done would be for nothing. Turning against her, trying to kill her, lying to her, would all be for nothing at all.
Arthur had a better control on his angry than his sister and father. He stopped himself before he hit her. He couldn't be sure, but he was sure he was a flash of gold in her eyes. She was about to use magic, but stopped herself. She had wanted to hurt him, like he did her. She stopped herself, so he did too.
"Leave us. We have a lot to talk about."
"Sire, I don't think this..."
"I said leave us." Sir Leon on was silenced. As he moved to leave he caught Morgana giving him a slight smirk.
She then caught sight of Merlin. He didn't look like he was going to leave. Arthur saw him to and shout him a look that told him to do as he was told.
"That's right Merlin. Run along, like a good little lap dog."
Arthur moved away from Morgana to make sure the door was closed after the last knight left the throne room. Merlin and Giaus had left through the door at the other end of the throne room. They of course had no intention of leaving, they stayed behind the door, listening to what was said.
"You can drop the act now."
She spun round to face him, not sure what he was talking about. He walked back towards her. He looked stronger, more confident than she remembered him. A flash from a long forgotten dream came to her. Suddenly a lot of what she had been told by the great dragon made more sense. She still kept up the act of flippancy. "What act are you talking about. Big brother." A slight held back smile came to his face. He didn't seem to be reacting to her taunts. "How are you enjoying the throne. Its surprising, you never seemed to care about it before. You were happier playing with your man servant, and my maid..."
"One more world and I will forget that we are related. That we grow up together, like you have."
"I was only saying. That it is such a sibling thing. To want what the other has, simply because they have it. Tell me, would you still give up the throne for Gwen. Or would you lose her, just so you could keep the throne from me."
like before, Arthur didn't rise to her beating. He was now standing by her side. "What happened to you. I thought I knew you, but. This can't be you. I know you were acting just then, but still." He was circling her now. "Why did you betray..."
"I betrayed no one. I was the one that was lied too. If you knew what I was you would have done nothing to help me. You would have let him kill me."
He came to a stop behind her. "No he, I wouldn't have..."
"Oh, don't bother lying. You said I was putting on an act. You are the one playing at king, acting like you have any idea what your doing."
She finally got to him. It wasn't what she was saying, it was just getting to much. Grabbing hold of her arm, he turned her round do face him. "How did we betray you, what are the druids planing. Why were you against it."
Her eyes looked right into his. "Which would you have me answer first." His hold on her arm tightened. He stared her down, waiting for her to talk. "I'm popular in some circles how would rate have me as queen. Alvarr, wants to raise an army to take the throne. I didn't want to. I wanted to wait, and watch you call destroy yourselves." He looked right at her, urging her to go on. "Uther lied to me about being my father. I thought I had no real family and I did. Giaus knew from the start that I had magic, he had magic too. He kept it from me, drugged me with sleeping drafts. I thought I was going mad. Merlin...were to start with Merlin."
"What dose he have to do with this."
An evil smirk spread across her face. "A lot. The druids didn't kidnap me. Merlin told me where to find them, because he knew about my magic."
"You told him."
"I need to talk to someone, I went to find Giaus. He wasn't there, so I talked to Merlin. I thought I could truest him. He was going to help me run away with the druids, but I was too hurt. He knew and he never told you. Then when the knights of medhir attacked, I had an idea that Morgause was behind it. I had met her the night before. I agreed that Uther had to die, his reign had to end, I said I would help. I never agreed to be a part of her plan, I didn't know I was the vessel for it. Merlin found out, and he poisoned me. That was why Morgause took me away, she was saving me."
She watched as all that she said was taken in. she saw him try and accept her words. "He wouldn't..."
"But he did. He knew what I was doing when I came back. Still he never told you. I was a danger to you, and yet he kept quite."
His hold on her arm feel. He took a few steps back. He looked a little broken. Someone that he trusted had done something like that. She wondered if he had worn the same look when he found out about her taking the throne. A feeling came over her of pity. Surely she should be happy to she him like this. But she wasn't.
"I honestly don't want anything. I just want to stop hiding who I'am."
Arthur seemed to be energized again. Even know she could read him, manipulate him so well. "Am I really meant to believe you."
"I suppose not. You know though, that these chains can't really hold me. I could brake free from them, and kill you if I wanted too, and I haven't." She wasn't very sure why she was saying what she was saying now. She wasn't trying to annoy him any more. What the dragon said about Arthur's destiny, to be a great king. Bring magic back to all of Albion, unit it with Avalon. She was now starting to believe. Her part in this, to either bring Camelot down, or help raise if up, hit her with its importance. She wanted so much to believe in that destiny, in Arthur.
"Arthur. You can be so much better than your father."
"You can't bring yourself to call him father can you."
She refused to answer that. The answer was very clear. "Is this the country you want to rule over. One that is based on lies and fear. You can change that. I tried to, and I failed. Please Arthur. Be the better man, I know you can be."
She saw his eyes soften. He looked like he was starting to trust her. Maybe there was another way. If he trusted her, even if he didn't say so. Then he could see her point of view, that she was fighting from a good place. That he agreed with her, and could change things for the better. Then his eyes darken and turned from her.
"Do you believe that I have been corrupted by magic, or do you believe that I have done what I have because I believed it is the right thing. I admit I did things that I shouldn't, and I will take my punishment for them. I don't regret trying to change something that is so wrong though. So Arthur, am I evil, is your sister evil, or am I just misguided in my past actions."
He seemed to soften again, as he looked her in the eyes. "Can you heal him. With magic, can you help our father."
Morgana didn't know what to say. In a way he answered her question. If he trusted her to heal Uther, then he couldn't think she was evil. She was turn, between wanting to work with Arthur to change things for the better, the right way, and her hater of Uther. In the end she had to put her feeling aside and think of the bigger picture. That had been her downfall the last time, she had let her emotions control her, make her do things she now regretted.
She after a few silent minutes, nodded her head. "Yes, I can heal him."
"Then do it. Heal him, and you can go."
"Then what. What happens then. I heal him, he becomes his old self again, you have no power. We are back..."
"Morgana. I don't believe that magic is evil. I won't continue his laws on magic when I'm king. He is my father, and yours, our real king. I'm not ready..."
"Yes you are. Arthur, you..."
He placed his hands on her shoulder, so he could look her in the eyes again, making his point. "Morgana, I meant what I said. Heal him, you can leave. Then when he dies a natural death, with no magic interference. Then we can change things."
She was silent for a while. "It seems you are putting you whole life of hold, till his ends. I don't agree with you, but I will do as you ask. Only because I want to change things the right way."
Merlin and Giaus didn't know what to make of the conversion they had just heard. They where relived that Merlin's secret was still safe, but concerned about what she had finally told Arthur. Merlin wanted to believe her, that she still wanted change, but wanted to make that change by working with Arthur. She would never forgive them, they understood fully why that was, but she had never really hated Arthur.
Morgana was brought back to her chambers to make a list of things she would need to heal Uther. She would be guarded by two new knight, once she had rested and had what she needed she would be brought to Uther's chambers. The thought of how easy it would be to end this all now, kill Uther, what ever happened to her she didn't care. The point was she would have won, he would be dead and his reign at a end. The doubt that Arthur would then bring magic back, stopped her from thinking about that to much. She was trapped, she was going to have to heal the person she hated the most in the world.