Gwen and Arthur shuffled into the room together behind Merlin and Morgana. Once they sat down, the two of them kept looking at each other and smiling. Then, unexpectedly, Gwen's demeanour turned deathly serious.
"The time has drawn nigh, yet again, the time for our game to begin. The last truth was asked by Merlin and answered by myself and consisted of my confessing my love for Arthur." Again she and Arthur shared a loving look. "Now it falls to me to fabricate a truth or dare for the person of my choosing consisting of anything my mind can conceive." She said, grinning mischievously at Arthur.
"Dare" he said, before she even had a chance to ask. Smirking, she looked at him in mock annoyance as he bowed jokingly.
"Arthur Pendragon, I dare you to call your father, King Uther Pendragon, a prat, a clotpole, and an ass." Gwen said, smiling sweetly.
"Are you mental!" he cried, convinced she'd gone crazy.
"Oh, Arthur, don't look so appalled!" said Morgana tauntingly. All Arthur could do was glare.
"Father, these taxes are too harsh!" Arthur protested.
"They are necessary to run this kingdom" said Uther, growing tired of his sons ignorance.
"They weren't last week" said Arthur with great exasperation, gathering up the nerve to call his father a name.
"Arthur, you know nothing of what is needed to run this kingdom!" he shouted, losing his temper.
"You are such an ass!" yelled Arthur angrily. His fathers gaze turned dangerous.
"Don't you dare call me an ass Arthur pendrgon" he hissed.
"Would you rather I call you a prat then?" asked Arthur, definitely overstepping the line. "Arthur, you sound like Morgana! Must I treat you like her too!" he asked, already motioning the guards to take him to the dungeons. Arthur, shocked at first, quickly began to struggle and proceeded to do so all the way to the dungeons. "Clotpole!" he cried as his father closed the door and locked it. He'd have to get Morgana good for helping Gwen come up with this dare
At dinner that evening, morgana noticed that Arthur was missing. Though she was fairly sure she knew where he was. She chose to ask anyways.
"My lord, where is Arthur? Shouldn't he be here by now?" she asked, concerned. Arthur was rarely late to meals with his father.
"He is in the dungeons" he said, taking a drink form his goblet.
"What!" cried Morgana, surprised. How far had Arthur the whole name calling dare to get himself thrown into the dungeon. "For how long?"
"He chose to be disrespectful and question my authority" he explained, placing his goblet back on the table. "He shall be in there for at least three days. He must learn this lesson well" Pausing, he began to chuckle to himself.
"My lord?" asked Morgana, having a good idea what he was chortling at, but wanting to hear it for herself, just to be sure.
"The boy called me a clotpole" he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Arthur?" cried Morgana, raising her eyebrows, feigning disbelief. If Arthur did only as much as the dare required, then Uther had blown things way out of proportion
"Yes" he said, any hint of a smile vanishing from his face. "He also called me an ass as well as a prat" he said, the anger building in his chest once more.
"But surely it wasn't necessary to throw him in the dungeons" she implored. The dare was not supposed to go this far.
"Morgana, please. I am in no mood to get into this with you right now" he said, weariness evident in his voice.
"But, my lord, he is in the dungeons!" she cried, real anger in her voice. Why did Uther always have to take things one step too far?
"Morgana, please. I am in no mood to deal with your insolence right now" he said, the warning tone in his voice all too familiar. He had that glint in his eyes, the same glint that was there when she had confronted him about Tom's murder.
"My lord, isn't it a bit ridiculous to throw Arthur in the dungeons for three days simply for calling you a few petty names?" she asked, keeping her contempt in check. "Men are so immature" she muttered.
"Morgana!" he roared, standing. "Do you wish to spend some time in the dungeons with Arthur?" he threatened.
"At least he would have some company," she retorted, glaring at him. He nodded to the guards at the door and they proceed to take Morgana by the arms and drag her down to the dungeons as well. They opened the cell door and roughly shoved her in.
"Morgana!" cried Arthur, jumping to his feet. "Couldn't bare being apart from me for so long?"
"Very funny, Arthur" said Morgana wryly, also rising to her feet.
"I didn't know you felt that way about me" he said, smirking at her.
"What? Is Gwen not enough?" she mocked. She was rewarded when he blushed and fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Morgana, what are you really doing down here?" he asked.
"I was dumb enough to question Uther's judgement in regards to your punishment." she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"You did that for me? I never knew you cared!" he said in mock gratitude.
"Shut up, Arthur. I'll never make that mistake again" she said, a half smile growing on her face.
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