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Previously...

A royal visit has brought prince Arthur of Camelot and queen Morgana of Avalonea together. Everyone expects a marriage to be the result of this visit but the two royals have different plans. They have no intention of marrying each other but as they spend more time together, they start to fall for each other which led to Arthur proposing to her over dinner. Meanwhile, Agravaine and king Uther plan against Morgana aiming to get Avalonea away from the hands of the rightful queen. Their first victim was Sir Alliser, Morgana's most trusted advisor, who died in a tragic car accident.

Morgana just stood there with her mouth hanging open as the music in the background came into an end. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry; things had taken such an unexpected turn that she almost felt dizzy. All this time, Arthur waited for her reply with a happy smile upon his face that made her feel terrible. He was amazing and he made her happy and she was in love with him but he was a Pendragon and she was a LeFay and as much as she would want to marry him, she wouldn't allow anyone else, like his father, to gain privileges from such a union.

So instead of a smile the shocked mask upon her face was followed by a sad, indifferent one. She took a step back away from Arthur and her hand left his, too. She felt like crying and she saw the light go away from Arthur's eyes as he saw her reaction knowing what would follow. His face turned into an even mixture of pain, disappointment and anger. He raised from his princely stance and stared at her with cold eyes.

"So?" he asked coldly as if he wasn't truly there.

"You can't ask me to marry you, Arthur. I'm a queen." she blurted out her excuse even though it was a terrible one. He knew that; he knew that you can't just propose marriage to a queen. She must be the one to make the offer. "It should be me who.." she mumbled with a notion to his earlier actions.

Arthur laughed a bitter, cold, mocking laughter that made her heart freeze "So of all the stupid, ceremonial crap you have been instructed when becoming queen, this is the one you go with." he shouted back at her. "Why don't you just admit it, Morgana? You don't want to marry me. Otherwise, you wouldn't mind who popped the question!"

They both knew he was right; she indeed didn't want to marry him, not because she didn't love him but because her pride wouldn't allow her to marry the man, they all wished for her to marry. She hated Uther way too much to let him have it his way, if she agreed to marry Arthur, Avalonea would belong to the Pendragons and she couldn't have that.

Arthur's pride kicked in as well at that moment. He wasn't a man to take no for an answer and when he did, his wounded ego wouldn't let him think straight. "Just say it!" He felt his anger boiling under his skin, he didn't want to shout at her or did he? The rejection was too much at that moment. He felt betrayed, he had opened up at her, he, who was the irresponsible Casanova, who changed girlfriends every week, and he had been rejected by one Morgana LeFay. "You're worse than the spoiled princesses you make fun of."

His words hit her like a slap in the face but she couldn't blame him, she, too, would angry if she were in his shoes. A part of her wanted to lower her eyes and stare at the floor, ashamed of herself, but her pride and stubbornness wouldn't let her. She just looked at him like his words didn't touch her. That made Arthur even angrier, "Damn you, you sorceress." And with that he left the hall, his angry footsteps audible as he climbed the stairs to his room, the shut of his door sending a shiver down Morgana's spine as she sank to her knees and started crying.

There wasn't one thing standing in his room once he was done with it. Books, clothes, pillows, glasses were scattered all over the prince's room and he was laying on his bed when his anger seemed to settle down after he had taken it all out of the furniture and anything else he had found in his way. However, now that he wasn't that angry he felt something else; he felt hurt. Arthur stared at the ceiling doing nothing, just breathing. He tried really hard not to think, to keep the moments from earlier locked in some place of his mind but he wasn't succeeding. What happened between him and Morgana kept coming back, again and again, like his brain was stabbing him in the gut, making his wound bigger every time.

The sun came up at some point and he was still laying on his bed; he hadn't moved an inch. It was like he as dead but with a beating, hurt heart and a steady breathing. he wished he was brain-dead, too, because in that long night he had gone through his thoughts hadn't left him for a moment. In the beginning, all he could think off was Morgana and their dinner and the proposal and... Still, at some point during the night he had managed to think further ahead. What should he do now? His feelings weren't the only thing at stake. They had launched themselves in the middle of a dangerous game played by his father and Agravaine and only Arthur knew of it, which meant that Morgana was still in danger. It was easier to try to find a solution to this problem and not think of her rejection, it hurt less.

I can't stay. I have to go. She will at least be safe from my father's plans.

If Uther wished for a united Albion under his son's rule, he needed Morgana alive until she was willing or forced by the circumstances to marry Arthur. Perhaps, that will even buy her some protection for some time. Agravaine. however, was a different matter. He had sided with his father and he claimed to be a loyal servant to the Pendragons but rthur somehow knew it in his gut that the young counselor had a different agenda, an agenda that didn't have Morgana's safety and well-being as its top priority.

Arthur brought his hands on his eyes and rubbed them to chase the sleepiness away, not there was a possibility he could sleep anyway. A frustrated groan left his lips as his sore muscles didn't like the sudden movement after a whole night of immobility. Still, he quickly got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He stared at his reflection hoping that perhaps the Arthur in the mirror would have a soltion for him but to no avail. He remained silent and so the prince gave up.

Getting his things in the small suitcase he had brought with him was easier than he expected, as if God wanted him out of there, too. He found a piece of paper, wrote a sentence quickly, folded it and left it on the bedside table with Morgana's name written on it.

"Yesterday in a shocking move, the queen has named her counselor and lord of Caerlon and Carlisle, Agravaine, who is her first cousin and closest in line for the throne, a traitor to the crown and has ordered for his immediate arrest. The palace of Avalon has not yet laid down the reasons why the young lord is considered guilty of such charges. Agravaine Thorne is the first member of the HC to be accused of high treason and his punishment is still to be determined."

"Shocking the world and her people, queen Morgana has declared Agravaine Thorne a fugitive since his disappearance coinsides with the queen's order for his arrest. As of now, the former lord is on the run and his whereabouts remain unknown."

"Queen Morgana XI has announced that from from today, Agravaine Thorne is stripped of all his titles and riches. The crown had confiscated all of his lands and wealth and they will become the state's property. However, sources from inside the palace confirm that half of Agravaine Thorne's fortune is in secret bank accounts that the officials haven't yet discovered. The lord that so quickly fell from grace has disappeared and it's still impossible to track him down."

Morgana was sitting at her office looking at the note a prince had left for her before he fled back to his country and as far away as possible from her. She had spent hours looking at it in the past four months and even though it only held four words she kept pulling it from her drawer and looked at it almost every day. Perhaps, she was afraid the words would fade from the paper. He had left without saying goodbye, he had vanished from the manor in a matter of hours without as much as a word except for that note.

When she had entered his room and saw all the mess he had made her heart had sunk even deeper in her chest. She had felt that all the rage he had taken out on the furniture should be directed to her and the fact that he had left hurt her even more. Her eyes fell on his nightstand where a small piece of paper sat waiting for her. She had grabbed it full of hope, not knowing what he could have possibly have written or what she was hoping to see. Perhaps a goodbye. Or "I love you"...

Get rid of Agravaine.

Morgana felt like crying as she listened to the words coming from his mouth in a cold, distant voice. The room felt cold all of a sudden, too, and she wrapped her arms around herself hoping she wouldn't break down again. But she did and she spent all morning looking at the words he had written but most of all her name, softly grazing her fingers over the paper.

She spent the next months being an ice queen and doing as he advised her to.

She hardly heard what the reporter was saying on the tv but when she looked up the title was enough to make her jaw drop and her breath to stick to her throat.

"TRAITOR AGRAVAINE THORNE BELIEVED TO HAVE SIDED WITH KNOWN TERRORIST!"

A picture of the latest leader of the terrorists, that had the honor of being called by the name of the man that killed the great King once he received the position of leader, appeared on the flat screen and she had to stop her hand from shaking.

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