This is a really emotional chapter for Morgana, just FYI. Please read and Review!
Uther summoned the guards and ordered them to take her to her chambers. They grasped her tightly by her shoulders and led her roughly to her chamber. They released her just inside the doorway and slammed the door behind her. She stood for a few moments, sucking in air, holding it, then gasping as she let it out, immediately sucking in more. She felt like she was suffocating. Nothing seemed real, it was like she was watching things unfold, but not really experiencing them. She went to her bed and sat at an angle on the edge, gazing out the window, not really seeing. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, and another. How could he be so heartless? She was vaguely aware of the door behind her opening and closing.
"Morgana?" Gwen asked tentatively. Her voice seemed far away and distant to Morgana.
"Morgana!" said Gwen, concern evident in her voice. Morgana, are you alright? What happened?" she pleaded, jolting her back into reality.
"Uther" she began, before launching into incoherent babbling. She was nearing hysterics. All Gwen caught was Uther and punish, but she knew it had to be bad for Morgana to be acting like this.
"Morgana, let's get you cleaned up and into a clean gown" she said, guiding her to the bathtub where she had already drawn warm water for her bath. After she bathed, Gwen helped her into her purple gown, pulling her hair back in the regular way.
"You should really eat something, Morgana" said Gwen, leading her to the table.
"I'm not hungry" she mumbled distantly. It was like she was physically there, but mentally she was reliving her encounter with Uther over and over again, trying to make herself believe he would actually do something like that to her, trying to make it seem like reality. She slowly walked over to her bed, almost like she was floating, lightly brushing her fingers over everything she passed. When she reached it, she sat on the edge as she previously had and tears once again began slipping down her cheeks. She stared listlessly out the window. She barely noticed when Gwen came around and sat on the edge of the bed next to her, angling herself to face her. She was finally beginning to realize that Uther really didn't care. He didn't love her, how could he? He didn't even know who she was. He never once had tried seeing things from her perspective. No one knew how broken she was, how much hurt she felt, how alone she was. She missed her father, and she knew Uther was the cause of his death. He had had Gwen's father killed and he hadn't even thought how that would make her feel, let alone how much that would hurt Gwen! Every time he had someone executed, he was taking a daughter, a son, a mother, or a father! But he didn't care. No, he never cared. His only thought was making sure magic was wiped off the face of the earth and that Arthur would be a king just like him. He was so narrow minded that he couldn't see that his son was truly in love Gwen, or that Gwen happened to be the only friend she had! Her tears had been running freely up until this point. He would be coming for her soon and she couldn't let him think she'd been crying. She felt like all the energy had been sucked out of her. She was exhausted and week, but it didn't matter, she might be unconscious again before the day was out.
"Morgana?" asked Gwen, just above a whisper, having notice Morgana looked completely defeated.
"Hmm" said Morgana, still sounding distant.
"Are you alright?"
She began to nod here head, but she didn't see the point in acting strong and switched to shaking her head. Everything, all the hurt, all the lies, all the forced smiles, were beginning to surface. Gwen looked at her, her eyes showed she hurt for Morgana, and that she truly cared for her, truly loved her, and if she could would take the hurt, take the pain, for her and hurt instead. It was more than Morgana could bare.
"Gwen" she cried, tears pouring down her face again. Gwen reached out and embraced her.
"Morgana, what's going on" Gwen asked as she stroked her hair gently.
Morgana sat back, took a deep breath.
"Gwen, he's going to have me whipped"
Gwen's jaw dropped. "He can't, he wouldn't!" she spluttered.
"He'll be here any moment, and he mustn't know I've been crying" she said, walking over to the basin and splashing her face with cool water. She returned to the bed and sat with Gwen for a few moments in silence. She took Gwen's hand in her lap, a reassurance that someone loved her. Footsteps echoed down the corridor and they exchanged a look of terror.
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