"Jeevus, you look like death," Morgana laughed as she took out her sword and an amulet. She lifted her foot and kicked the King out of his chair. "Hmm... Looks like you need some help there My Lord," Morgana Raised the sword high above her head, "Let me..." she swung the sword with the force of a hurricane and stabbed the King in his royal heart, "Help you!" She ripped the sword from his chest and smeared the blood from the sword over the amulet. Morgana dangled the amulet in front of her and watched as it began to glow then placed it around her neck.
"Clean this up Jeevus!" said Morgana, who now looked like King Orin. Jeevus thought to himself that this was wrong. He thought Lady Morgana would simply enchant the King, not kill him. He was deeper in this than he ever wanted to be.
As morning rolled around Orin-Morgana called for a meeting of the royal court. He-she sat on the thrown awaiting the arrival of the court, and when Princess Cattya entered the thrown room, she knew instantly that there was something different. Her father looked sick, so sick it looked almost evil, and she could feel magic rolling off of him. "Are you feeling alright this morning My Lord?" she asked quizzically.
"I have some aches this morning my dear, but once we take care of business here it will all be well."
Alarm bells went off in Cattya's head, this question is what she asked her father every morning, and every morning she got the same answer, nothing that your touch couldn't fix. This was her fathers way of letting her know he is alright and that no matter what other people think, he will support her use of magic. Now she let herself feel everything around her, and she could feel that this was not her father.
The rest of the Court had finally gathered and the King started in, "We are taking our army to Camelot," his voice boomed through the room. The room was quiet and broke into chaos. "I have already decided... We will train the men and set out on the eclipse."
"My Lord, that is next week. Will the men be ready by then?" Cattya asked, knowing now that this was not only not her father but Lady Morgana herself, what other powerful, magical person would want to take an army to Camelot.
"The men will be ready before then, my dear." Orin-Morgana could see that Cattya knew that she was not the King, but it would not matter, her army would not be defeated when she is done with them.