Under pressure!
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"With this new plan, we cannot fail!" Morgana cackled pacing the floor of her hovel, Agravaine sat at the table thinking.
"Well, it can't possibly go as badly as last time." Agravaine muttered.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Morgana replied indignantly.
"Nothing my lady," Agravaine began, "It's just that," He paused, choosing his words carefully, "Well our plans haven't exactly been successful recently have they?"
"We managed to kill Uther didn't we?" Morgana pointed out.
"Yes, and it was a brilliantly devised plan. But since then we haven't actually managed to get any closer to killing Arthur."
Morgana stopped her pacing, Agravaine suddenly regretted what he had said, scared of what she would do. Morgana took a sharp intake of breath. Agravaine closed his eyes, bracing himself.
Seconds passed. Nothing happened. Agravaine opened his eyes and was met with Morgana sat at the table head in her hands.
"It's just so much pressure!" She moaned, suddenly bursting into floods of tears. Through her tears she managed to wail, "I can't cope!"
Agravaine was left at a loss, he didn't know how to deal with a crying woman. He was a man, he didn't do emotion. Morgana continued her wailing, Agravaine placed a consoling hand on her shoulder.
