Agravaine is Aggravating

Here is part 2 – Agravaine is Aggravating – which shows Morgana's perceptions of her Uncle. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the show 'Merlin' below to me. Contains some minor spoilers up to Season 4.

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She turned her face towards him, dark eyes glowing as she pressed her lips to his ear.

"You must help me find this Emrys", she whispered. "And destroy him."

Agravaine stared back at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He nodded in silent consent – skin creasing into a double chin as he did so – then turned and left the hovel, his black cloak swishing about his feet.

Morgana spat on the floor, desperate to remove Agravaine's scent from her lips. She hated the hovel that she was forced to live in, and despised the weak old man who was, as yet, her only ally. He was afraid of her, she knew that – afraid of her powers, both magical and mental, and afraid of her strength. It was helpful to have a spy within Camelot's walls, but she knew that she had been a far better one when she had been the traitor. Even now, Emrys had thwarted her plans and Agravaine had allowed Arthur to return to Camelot unscathed. Her 'Uncle' was loyal and desperate to please her, but she knew that the motivating factor for his allegiance was his fear of her.

She had modelled their relationship on that which Morgause had built with King Cenred – flattering him, melding him to do her bidding. She suspected that Agravaine wanted a closer relationship, but the idea of further intimacy with the older man repulsed her. Cenred and Morgause were both dead now – Cenred by Morgause's hand and Morgause by Morgana's own – and Morgana had certainly considered what she would do with Agravaine once she had taken her rightful place on the throne of Camelot. Once she was in position as Queen, she would have no further use for her half-brother's Uncle, but despite her dislike for him she did not necessarily want to kill him. Killing had never been her aim; her goal was to ensure freedom for magic users by taking the throne she had been destined for. She had considered, recently, affording the man a small town at the edge of Camelot over which he could preside. That way, he would still feel that he was valued and she would not have to maintain the pretence that she liked him. Hopefully she would see very little of him after this. But first, she needed to take Camelot. And to do this, as she reluctantly admitted to herself, she needed an ally.