Merlin walked down the hall with the determined gait of someone who had an important destination in mind, though he didn't.
They suspect, thanks to the incident with the castle wall. That will need to be fixed, soon.
But what could be done?
Morgana sat at her window, looking out over the Camelot that would soon be hers, smirking. Actually, she was trying not to smirk and failing.
When Morgana first came back to Camelot, she'd used the smirk as a bit of a release for her emotions. She wasn't used to hiding them; usually, she just said how she felt and got what she wanted. She smirked when she had no other way to get her clandestine contempt or pleasure out of her system.
Lately, though, she felt she just couldn't control it… Whenever she was happy or angry or frustrated, she felt her lips begin to twist and realized she was giving another half-smile. It was very frustrating; after all, what kind of queen would she be if she looked like she was attempting (and not managing) to look seductive all the time?
She would have to work on that…
Morgana pushed the thought to the side and went back to that which had caused her to smirk in the first place: the imminent fall of Uther Pendragon and rise of one Queen Morgana. Oh, they'd had plans before, of course. And most of them (well, all of them) had failed.
This time they would not, because Morgana and Morgause had a secret weapon. More secret than Morgana. Another tool to use in their plans to bring magic back to Camelot and Morgana onto the throne.
And it was such an unexpected break, really. Morgana never thought that she would find an ally there.
The world worked in odd ways sometimes.
Her rise to power would be sweet; the sweet taste of victory over her enemies.
One enemy in particular. That victory would be especially nice.
She smirked, then stopped herself and tried to school her expression.