Ch.4- Return of Morgana
A/N: I know that I haven't updated in forever, there are no excuses…I get so many that add to their author alert list, and favorite, yet fail to review….*sigh*
Guinevere made her way to the Lady Morgana's chambers…Lady Morgana, Guinevere sighed. She had to refer to her as Lady now, even in her head. Morgana, her friend, the one who had seemed like she could tell everything was gone, and had been ever since she came back from her first year of absence.
Guinevere couldn't even find it in herself to forgive Lady Morgana, after all there was that time when Guinevere was accused of enchanting Arthur, she was almost burned at the stake, and as she was roughly being dragged out of the throne room, she saw Lady Morgana smirking, in somewhat triumph.
Though eventually there was a rather mysterious Sorcerer that admitted to planting a poultice under Arthur's pillow. Guinevere was thoroughly convinced that it was Morgana, if that smirk meant anything. Never in all her years of knowing that Lady Morgana had she ever expected her to want a person that used to be her dearest friend, dead. Seemingly for no reason…
Anyway Guinevere's theory was only further proven when Lady Morgana managed to become Queen Morgana, for a short, terrifying time, poor Camelot was in terror. Guinevere hadn't known what to do except to play along with her friendly façade. Morgana hugged her and assured her that nothing was going to happen to her. Guinevere thought it was weird how she went from wanting her dead, to trying to reclaim their friendship.
After all that was over, Lady Morgana had fled for another year, only to return with a new and very evidently practiced story…
Uther was in a deep melancholia after the fall of Morgana's reign. His days were spent staring out of his window, watching the people of his beloved kingdom carry on with the rest of their lives, attempting to forget the tragedy that had befallen them. It had taken an entire year, and since then, Uther had remained by his window, thinking, and reflecting on his actions.
He often wondered on the way he treated people born of Magic, but as soon the thoughts entered his mind, they would exit. His thoughts on that particular subject would never change, they were and would always be an evil that needed to be removed from the world. They were dangerous, and their powers corrupted the souls and lives of innocent people, he was doing good by eliminating their threats, he stopped evil before it had a chance to do ill. Magic had killed his Igraine, the same night that she gave birth to his sole heir, Arthur…
Arthur was now in charge of things, he was assigned as Prince Regent, Gaius deemed Uther not able to control the kingdom, and Arthur had taken over Camelot, or at least until Uther was fit to rule. Uther could tell that while Arthur said nothing, he wasn't particularly happy about his new position, but was being responsible about it for the sake of Camelot.
Uther was feeling antsy for some unknown reason, and thought a walk about the castle would help. He was not supposed to go anywhere without aide, but it would be brief, a trip to the throne room to greet Arthur, his trip had purpose, and surely around this time Arthur would be in the middle of a council meeting. Uther made his way to the council room, only to be stopped by noise coming from inside the throne room…hmm, that's odd, there were no scheduled events he knew. Uther walked up to the door, and placed his ear upon it, the thick wood only allowed for him to hear muffled voices.
"What reasons have you for your return?" Arthur asked. He was standing arms crossed tightly, there was an icy fire burning in the blue of his eyes as they glare down at the woman kneeling before him.
"I have come to seek forgiveness." She answered not looking up.
"Your search has been futile, for what you will never be forgiven."
"Please Arthur, it wasn't me." She tried to appease.
"Guards!" He called ignoring her horrible attempt at justification, it wasn't her really, how much of an idiot did she take him for.
"Please, please you have to understand." She begged as the guards flanked her and grabbed her arms waiting for further instruction. She has the audacity to ask his forgiveness when she had caused so much destruction?
"Morgana, for the treachery that you have committed against Camelot, you will face—" Arthur was about to state her sentence when Uther burst into the room, sending the doors flying back, and hitting the walls with a loud bang.
"CEASE THIS! RELEASE HER THIS INSTANT!"
"Father!" both Arthur and Morgana cried out simultaneously, though for different reasons. Arthur cried out in surprised that his Father was out of his chambers, and Morgana cried out in hope. The guards did as they were told.
"Morgana!" Uther power walked halfway and Morgana ran the half until she reached Uther's arms. He wrapped her in a hug, Arthur was getting hit with déjà vu.
"Father, oh I'm sooo sorry it wasn't me, it wasn't!" She cried. Uther rubbed her back trying to be soothing.
"Shhh, I know. I know that you would never do something so horrible." He lulled.
"It's true, she made me do it. Morgause used her magic, and she controlled my actions, she took control of my mind and made me say those terrible things. I didn't mean any of it, I would never do anything as awful as that, you have to believe me, it was the magic, not I." She sobbed into Uther's shoulder, playing her act of innocence for all that she could, Arthur wasn't believing it.
"I do, I know that magic is a wretched thing. We will find this Morgause and make her pay for her actions. For now, you will be shown to your chambers, rest and refresh yourself. You will be given back your maid—"
"NO!" Morgana almost yelled. Arthur barely caught himself from an outburst similar to Morgana's. Arthur didn't want Guinevere anywhere near Morgana for fear of her safety.
He kept his mouth shut, though his jaw was clenched rather tightly, if he opened his mouth in protest, it would have drawn attention.
Why would he, a prince, be concerned with the endeavors of a serving girl? He would be able to explain his reasons without sorcery blamed on Gwen, so it was safer to hold his tongue.
"Nonsense, I wouldn't trust anyone else around you, she's been there since you were young." Uther stated ignoring Morgana's protest.
Arthur looked at Guinevere standing in the corner of the room, her head that was formerly bowed lifted and her eyes held his, as always, a moment longer as they should have. There was uncertainty, she was nervous.
Uther looked to Guinevere. "You."
Her head went back down as she made her way over to where he and Morgana stood.
"Yes Sire?" she responded already knowing the words that were about to exit his mouth.
Uther grabbed Guinevere face in his hands, roughly turning her head from right to left examining her face. "Yes, you are the one." Arthur's eye twitched as he watched on. "You will tend once again to the lady Morgana." He released her face.
Guinevere curtsied as was protocol, and nodded with a 'Yes Sire.'
Morgana did not look please at all, and Uther in all his ignorance took the expression as weariness. He kissed Morgana's forehead, and watched her walk out of the room, with Gwen on her heels.
Arthur stepped down to his father's level. "Father you should be in your chambers, was the nurse not with you?"
"She left me for a nap and I went on a walk." Uther responded.
"Father—"
"On my way to the Council room, upon walking past the throne room I heard noise, there aren't any events for today, so I ventured inside—"
"Father maybe—"
"To find my son trying to place his sister in the dungeons." Uther completed.
Arthur winced at the word sister. "With good reason." Arthur stated.
"Family doesn't send other family members to the dungeons."
"Family doesn't try to forcibly take a kingdom." Arthur shot back.
"She has already justified herself."
"Do you know how many people have died by her hand!"
"It was the work of magic…" Uther said.
"Can't you just see her for what she is?" Arthur asked.
"She has done nothing to warrant concern."
"She has done everything." Arthur was getting angrier by the second, and apparently as was Uther.
"ENOUGH!" Uther yelled. Arthur stared wide-eyed. "She is your sister, and you will respect her."
"What will it take for you to see it? She's playing you for a fool." Arthur tried, feeling somewhat defeated.
"You are not to antagonize the Lady Morgana, or there will be consequences. End. Of. Discussion." Uther then went to sit upon his throne, looking very much the tyrant that he was pegged for.
"Of course," Arthur shook his head in mock disbelief, "be it you to so valiantly take the side of Morgana. Even after all the lies and the treacherous deceit. I have been loyal to Camelot every day of my life and yet you can't even consider my judgment, the judgment of the person that is supposed to be your son in everything else but name." With his final words said, Arthur began to make his exit.
"Arthur?" Uther called.
Arthur paused and half turned, there was a small look of hope in the blue of his eyes, perhaps his father would consider his words after all, perhaps he would finall—
"Effective immediately, you are no longer the Prince Regent of Camelot. I will resume my control as King. I will inform the council." Uther says.
Of course, what had Arthur been expecting, an apology. He nodded tersely not looking that man he called 'Father' in the eye, and left.
That had been a few weeks ago, and Arthur had told Gwen everything. She consoled him, and told him that everything would be alright in the end. He expressed his concerns for her safety, and she assured him that she could manage on her own. And she had. There hasn't been any trouble with her and Morgana since she's been back.
Guinevere walked into Morgana's chambers, peeking her head around the corner. She saw Morgana standing in front of her mirror; she was dressed, as always beautifully in one of her many green gowns, but she was having a bit of a struggle trying to lace the back.
Morgana had fixed her hair and her make-up already before Gwen got there that much was apparent. Guinevere took a step forward ready to offer her assistance. Morgana saw her out of the corner of the mirror.
"What you want Gwen?" She asked using the venom she had been injecting into Guinevere's name lately.
"I –I was wondering if you required my help mi lady." Gwen said.
"If I required your help I would have asked for it." Morgana replied harshly, huffing in frustration as she tried to tie the dress.
Guinevere made way to help her anyway, Morgana had always had a very difficult stubborn streak…
"I said I don't need your assistance!" Morgana barked causing Gwen to freeze where she stood, her outstretched arm that was ready to help tie the back of the dress, fell to her side. "Get out."
"Mi Lady, if you just let me—" Gwen tried again.
"I said GET OUT!" Morgana screeched completely unnecessarily.
Too shocked to do anything else, Guinevere did what she was told, whisking out of the room as fast as she could. Morgana has changed, she was worse than she had ever been, and it was most definitely not for the better.
A/N: Soo, how was it? Good, bad, not fulfilling? Idk let me know, when you review it makes me happy. Since I haven't updated in like all summer, all I can do is hope for some of you to still be with me. Schools back in and I can say that I already hate sophomore year, the only thing amazing that is going to be happening any time soon, is season 4!OCTOBER 8TH!Mark it on you calendars! WOOT WOOT!
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