A/N Sorry for lack of updates lately. School has me very busy.
Morgana isn't happy.
She is far from happy. In fact, she is very unhappy and that unhappiness has bred a newfound anger, made so much more powerful with all the years that have passed. She wants revenge— no, she needs revenge, hungers for it, thirsts for it. She must have it.
She will have it.
She has healed herself, rid herself of the wound inflicted upon her by her dear brother.
"Arthur." She spits as she drudges through the forest, without any clue of where to go. This land is different and she hates it, as she hates everything. She hates the leaves in the trees, the ones on the forest floor too; she hates the sun for shining so brightly, for radiating so happily, and she loathes the picturesque blue sky. She hates the trees so much that she sets one on fire with a simple, "Sruthán tine," and it is done. Black smoke billows heavily upward and Morgana laughs as the fire spreads to another tree, and another, and another. Let it reach Camelot, she thinks, let it reach Arthur; let it reach Gwen. Oh, how she loathes Gwen for sitting upon the throne that is rightfully hers! She will suffer, Morgana decides, they will all suffer. First, Morgana grins twistedly, she must acquire an army. Navigating her way through the slowly catching trees, she soon reaches a road. Where there's a road, Morgana knows, there's a people.
She follows the dusty road to a small village. In the distance, she sees a castle of sorts. Excellent.
She approaches an upstanding sort of young man.
"Who rules here?" She asks sweetly, deciding to make a good impression first. The rest will follow.
"King Obsidius." The young man replies after a moment, "You are not from here."
"No."
"Who are you?"
"You will soon learn. I must see your king. Take me there."
"Why?" He asks slowly, distrusting.
"Never you mind. You will soon learn. Take me to him."
"Not without knowing your intent." He stands his ground, not knowing at all the danger this can place him in. How can he know? How can any of them know?
Morgana smiles a fake smile.
"I only wish to serve." She curtsies, "I tire of travelling from place to place, never finding one to call home. It is a lonely life, that. One that I wish to forfeit."
He eyes her warily.
"Very well. Follow me. We will go to him directly."
Morgana smiles another fake smile, this time of false gratitude. The young man leads her within the enclosure of the palace and then within its walls. She has chosen well; he is a nobleman and friend to the king.
The king looks up when they enter and upon seeing Morgana, stands. He is enraptured by her beauty. Morgana sees this in his eyes and alters her plans: rather than a display of power, she will sew a tragic story of slain parents and no remaining family to speak of.
"My Lord," She falls to her knees before him, "My Lord, I throw myself at your feet and I weep."
"Pray, child, why do you weep so?" He asks, concern colouring his voice. Already, she knows she has him wrapped around her little finger.
"I have walked, alone, with no destination, with nowhere to go. I have no one."
"Not a father?"
"Slain."
"Mother, then?"
"Also slain. My Lord, I have family no more. I am alone in this world. I once had much wealth to speak of and loving parents who doted so upon their only daughter. I had lavish dresses and was happy, being rich in family. Now, there is nothing. I ask, humble king, oh my Lord, I ask only for lodgings, even the lowliest of hovels to call home, that I might no longer travel forevermore."
"Arise, child. This you shall have, though nothing remotely lowly will evermore touch your fair skin. You shall have riches again. You shall live here, in my castle, as my special guest here." He takes her hands and lifts her to her feet. Morgana smiles radiantly.
"My Lord, my most gracious, most magnanimous, most endearing Lord. I thank you."
The king smiles fondly,
"I shall personally show you to your rooms."
When Morgana is alone, she laughs at the king's stupidity. To him, she is merely a pretty face. In time, he will learn. First, she will worm her way into his heart and become his queen. This will give her power. Then she will, in weeping, confess that it was on the orders of a nearby king that her parents were slain. Naturally, an army must be sent out to attack this king. Then, while all his men are gone, Morgana will entice the king to some alone time, during which he will tragically die and Morgana will assume absolute rule. She will make the people adore her, she will make them yearn to avenge her and take Camelot. Then the throne will be hers. She can deal with Arthur personally. She will make sure to tell them that. Arthur is hers to kill. And Gwen. Well, after she finishes playing with them, particularly Gwen while Arthur watches, helpless...
It is with these thoughts that Morgana Pendragon finds herself falling asleep. Thoughts of vengeance and murder... These are what will appease her. These are what will bring her happiness.
And so her mind rests at ease, having decided her own future.