"Give me the hemlock, Merlin." Morgana orders, pointing to the tainted water skin clutched in the manservant's sweaty hands.
"Morgana! You can't do this! We can find another way." Merlin protests, but still reaches out and hands the beautiful King's Ward the poisoned water.
"You heard the dragon as well as I. Morgause enchanted me to be the source of the curse" she gestures to the sleeping king between them. "And the source must be destroyed."
Morgana raises the water skin to her lips, but hesitates a moment before lowering it slightly. Her eyes flick up and meet Merlin's. She pulls him over Uther's unconscious form, lowers his head and kisses him passionately, pressing her body against his.
After what seems like a lifetime to the two young mages, Morgana pushes Merlin away. Unable to bear the look on his face, she turns away. Takeing a deep breath, she hardens her conviction and drinks deeply from the flask held in her slender fingers.