(24) Imprisoned

When Morgana woke it was in a very different setting. The stockades. She was on her side on the "bed" they provided. She swallowed hard only imagining all the things she did while she was under. Morgana slowly sat up still letting her eyes adjust to the minimal amount of light her cell had.

How long had she been there?

Morgana glanced down seeing her usual leather attire with no harness or weapons. Obviously they'd take the weapons before throwing you into the stockade but she didn't think the harness was that big a threat.

"Answers," she repeated, remembering his words. "I think this cell kinda sums up everything I need to know."

We did something bad.

Morgana sighed as she attempted to remember the hazy days or weeks or months that it was that she was under the serum's influence. Lots of shooting. Pain when Wrynn was attempting to free her. Outside of shooting and pain Morgana had nothing to go off of.

"You're awake."

Morgana jumped slightly before looking up at the cell door. Wrynn stood there with a disappointed expression.

"Are you sure you should even be here?" Morgana answered, remaining where she was.

"I promised I'd give you answers," he replied.

"I suppose you did."

He sighed heavily, "Well you did start a war, as Farron wanted."

Morgana tilted her head to one side, "Who did I kill?"

"Nathanos Blightcaller."

"How did I kill him?"

He was silent for a moment. Wrynn's eyebrows popped up and his lips tensed. He sighed deeply before looking up at her again.

"It was a perfect shot," he began the sorrow in his eyes growing. "You grapple hooked up to his level in the sky. He was on a bat following Sylvannas."

Morgana felt her throat get tight as she listened.

"And the moment they knew that it was you that high in the sky… you shot him right between the eyes," Wrynn finished trying to suppress his initial shock.

Morgana glanced away completely disgusted with herself, "I guess I can hit that critical scoped rating."

"Anyone else?" Morgana asked after a moment.

"An attempt on Greymane," Wrynn replied.

"Which is probably why I'm here," Morgana nodded, now looking down at the cell floor.

"You were under his control."

"Doesn't make a difference," Morgana said, shaking her head slowly. "All that matters is that I was the one that pulled the trigger."

"That's exactly what Farron said," Wrynn spoke softly as if defeated.

"And where is he?" she asked more, trying to create conversation.

"A few cells down."

"What?"

A moment passed as Wrynn gathered his thoughts.

"He's been placed here under the attempts to start a war, you're here for attempted murder of a King," Wrynn explained. "But I can get you cleared."

Morgana shook her head fighting a half smile, "You'd be going up against Genn Greymane for all that."

Wrynn shifted in his place momentarily realizing what she meant.

"The Prince of Stormwind defending a traitorous bastard child against the King of Gilneas," Morgana spoke slowly. "The gossip columns will love that."

"I can fix this, Morg-"

"No, you can't!" Morgana shouted at him.

Both of them stared back attempting to keep their emotions in check.

It was time to hurt him; and hurt him badly.

Morgana took one deep breath before staring a hole through Wrynn and his stupidly blue eyes, "A fair trial for a convicted traitor ends in death, there are too many witnesses for me to get off clean from this."

Her eyes swelled as she accepted her death swiftly approaching.

"All of Stormwind knows my name, my involvement in starting a war, and my attempt at assassinating a King," Morgana continued, driving her case deeper into Wrynn's mind as her voice shook.

Wrynn's lips trembled then as he cracked under pressure, "I'll think of something. I can do something."

Morgana slowly started walking over to the door. As she reached it she lazily hung on it with her arms out reaching through the iron bars. She tilted her head looking at him one more time. Never had a friend to defend her. Never had she an ally to turn to; and here he was, willing to put nearly everything on the line for her. A girl that society deemed undesirable.

"The only thing you can do for me now..." she began letting her emotions escape from her eyes. "...Is grant me a swift death."

Wrynn's eyebrows crashed together in pain. His eyes darted to the floor, unable to accept the fact that Morgana was right. He searched frantically for a way or a reason. Morgana smiled meekly as she returned to the center of her cell.

I hate this feeling.

"There has to be something," Wrynn spoke softly more to himself than Morgana.

Morgana still had her back to him, "If you'd like to do me a favor?"

"Anything for a friend."

That stung.

"My mother... she…" Morgana trailed off as her eyes now stung with the emotional release.

Morgana sniffled as she attempted to rein herself in only to break harder. She wiped away her tears and glanced upwards trying to stop and get a hold of herself.

"Open this door!"

Morgana jumped as she felt strong arms wrap themselves around her. The more Morgana shuddered from the emotional release the harder they squeezed. Wrynn held her then, letting her have as long as she needed to convey her feelings. Morgana continuously wiped her eyes but every time she did the tears returned quickly.

"What about her?" Wrynn asked, nearly burying his face in her hair.

"I am all she has," Morgana began hearing her voice crack. "She won't last long after I'm gone."

"What would you ask of me?"

Morgana smiled, "She says she knew your mother in her younger days, maybe having a pleasant conversation will keep her spirits up in her final days."

"I will."

"And if I were to have a public execution…" Morgana trailed off.

Stormwind still participated in public executions occasionally to set an example for those truly heinous. It was rare but the people of Stormwind found it to be entertaining at the very least.

Wrynn turned Morgana to face him, completely distraught at her words, "You won't!"

"I said if," Morgana replied quickly.

Morgana took a final look into the blue eyes of the Crowned Prince of Stormwind.

"Make sure she isn't there," Morgana finished. "Or she'll burn everyone involved."

Wrynn blinked at her for a moment, "You think she would?"

Morgana smirked, "They only allowed a level one clearance for her because they deemed her too emotional for anything else."

"She's that powerful," Wrynn replied, his mind now wondering.

"She could very well be more powerful than Khadgar… given the right circumstances."

"I will… I will do this," Wrynn stated.

"Thank you," Morgana sighed.

It was only then that Morgana realized how close they were. His arms still cradled her as her hands rested on his chest. He stood blocking the way to the open door to the cell but somehow they both knew she wouldn't run. Morgana glanced down and away before closing the gap and resting her head on his chest burning her face in his shirt. Wrynn raised his arms higher to bring her in as he too chose further contact in resting his head on hers.