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Once I had covered up the hand shaped bruise on my cheek and composed myself as much as I thought I could, I went to the door and tried to turn the handle. To my confusion, it wouldn't budge. I tried again and it still didn't move. Then, it suddenly occurred to me what the small clicking noise must have been when King Lot had left the room. He had locked me in! I growled in frustration. Who did he think I was? A small child?

I turned and stalked to my window, my anger settling back in. How much longer could I possibly handle this? How on earth was I going to be able to survive being married to this man? Once I had got the crown, I was going to have to get rid of him some way. An accident perhaps? I sighed. I suppose I have to get the throne before I could start thinking of methods to dispose of him.

I looked out of the window at the clouds settling in for the night. Thoughts of my mother filled my head. I had so few memories of her, being only six years old when she was killed.

One thing I did remember, however, was her smile. She was always smiling. Her eyes used to light up and she almost seemed to glow with radiance. Everyone always said it was no wonder my father had married her, she was so beautiful. I remembered sitting in her chamber once and taking turns to comb each other's hair before we retired for the night. She had to sit on her stool for me to be able to reach and comb that silky black hair and then she had sat me on her lap and done mine, careful not to tug on the knots that had formed during the day. Mine wasn't as dark as hers. Nor as shiny. It never was, although it did get darker as I grew older.

However the one thing that I will never, ever forget was the promise I made her. The promise that I would become Queen and care for my people as she did and she had been a fair Queen, always respecting her King, and everyone loved her. I wanted to be the same. She used to tell me that I would be Queen of Briton someday and so I promised her that I would. But now that had been taken away from me. The last thing I promised my mother that I would do had been taken away from me and I had to get it back.

Only when it was pitch black outside, did King Lot come back. The key turning in the lock startled me out of my daydream. Turning to face him, I saw that he was grinning. Casually he wiped a hand over his mouth, removing the crumbs from his face.

"You never arrived for supper, Morgan. We had to eat it without you," he said, smiling sweetly. So that's what he'd done. Let me go without supper to show me the error of my ways. Did he really think that treating me like a child was going to work? "It was a shame. It was your favourite. Quail soup and swan."

"You… you bastard!" I snarled, he knew how partial I was to quail soup in particular. My stomach rumbled, I hadn't eaten since midday! "You cannot punish me like a child!"

"I can when you're acting like one. And besides, I'm sure Uther would have punished you harsher than that. He didn't even want you. He wanted a son."

"Don't you dare mention my father!"

I could remember Uther's punishments. Those damp, dark and cold dungeons were not a pleasant place to be, let alone when you were only five years of age. I shivered. The manacles on the wall had always left harsh marks on my wrists that stayed for a long time afterwards, reminding me of my punishment. Lot was right, Uther hadn't loved me. He had wanted a son and I was always a disappointment to him, ever since my birth. That's why he banished me to the nunnery across the sea after he murdered my mother. Then he got his son and forgot about me. Arthur. The name still made my hands fist in anger. He had got everything and I hated him for it.

"Ooh, struck a nerve, have we?" King Lot continued to taunt. I raised a hand to hit him but he was too quick, grabbing my wrist and twisting it behind my back so I was pulled close to him. "You can't get the upper hand of me, Morgan. You'd better watch yourself. The next time anything like this happens, I won't be so lenient. Do you understand?"

"Lot–" I started, but was cut off when he twisted my arm even further, making me cry out in surprise and pain.

"I asked you whether you understood so answer me," he growled.

"Yes, I understand." I wanted to lunge at him and claw his eyes out, but I knew better than that. He would only punish me further.

"Good girl."

He released me suddenly and I stumbled forwards. I turned and glared at him. He gave me a knowing smile and walked towards the door. Just as he got there, he turned back.

"You're free to leave your chambers, but the kitchen has been ordered not to give you any food so don't think about going down there. I will know if you do." He smiled once more and then walked out.

I waited until I could no longer see him and then turned to face the window once more. The wolf would help me get rid of him, I thought. It will know what to do. I can't put up with him any longer, crown or no crown. I would just find another way to take it. Men were clearly not the way to this.