As soon as Tyrion Lannister had exited the room, Uther rubbed his chin. What exactly had the imp meant when he said there was no middle ground? He let his eyes wander, resting on the extravagant stained glass, the different colors a sea of rainbows dancing across the floorboards.
"Is that you, Arthur?" Uther said, still looking at the colors as someone walked in- Morgana, his ward. Her black hair was curled at the ends, reaching her waist. Her blue eyes were striking, looking as if they matched the soft blue of her dress, which rested against her pale skin like waves rolling over the shore of the beach.
"No, my Lord, it is I, Morgana," she said, curtsying politely as he turned to face her, a loving smile on his face.
"Well, how do you fare today?" Uther asked.
"I'm well, I thank you," Morgana said politely, "I was wondering, did you call a council today?"
"i just got out of a meeting, why?"
"I was just wondering because i saw the strangest looking man walk out of here just now-" Morgana began to explain. Uther raised a hand, silencing her.
"That was Lord Tyrion Lannister of Westeros, Morgana," Uther explained, "a visitor with his companion, the Khaleesi." Morgana raised an eyebrow, confused- what did that mean?
"Khaleesi, your liege?" she questioned hesitantly. Uther sighed. It sounded extremely foreign when said out loud, he realized.
"It means Queen in Dothraki," Uther explained with a sigh, "and Arthur has bid me council with this woman." Morgana smiled, her teeth pearls against the rosy pink of her lips.
"An alliance then?" she asked, "but that's wonderful! We'll be able to learn so many things-"
"Morgana, it is not wonderful," Uther cut her off harshly, "for one, I have no idea where her kingdom is. Second, I don't know if her kingdom allows the use of magic."
"But why does that matter?" Morgana asked, a flash of sadness in her blue eyes.
"You know why, Morgana," Uther said grimly, his mouth a thin line on his face.
"That happened tenth years ago," Morgana protested, "if you make an alliance with this kingdom, you might be able to see the good magic can bring-"
"Enough!" Uther bellowed, just as the door creaked open for the third time. Out of the corner of his eyes, Uther saw Arthur walk in, encouraging someone to enter. Morgana jumped, snapping her head in Arthur's direction, sighing with relief.
"Oh, it's you," she said happily, "I thought it was a guard or something."
"Why would there be a guard to come in?" Arthur scoffed at Morgana's apparent silliness, "you're fine, Morgana, no need to worry." Morgana curtsied as Arthur gave her a small, somewhat stiff bow.
"Well i best be taking my leave," Morgana said, "I bid you good day, Uther, Arthur." She gave each a smile before exiting, the skirt of her dress trailing behind her. Closing the door, Morgana let her hand rest against the wood for a moment, the graininess feeling foreign against her skin.
"Excuse me," said a voice, making her yelp in surprise. Whirling around, she came face to face with a young girl. She wore a blue dress that reached the floor, the hem dirty and frayed. Her long hair was flowing behind her, and what surprised Morgana the most was that it was stark white.
"I-I apologize," Morgana managed to stammer out, taken aback by her appearance.
"it is I who should apologize," she said, bowing her head quickly, "I startled you." There was a softness to her voice, mixed with demand. Once the girl lifted her he'd, Morgana gasped.
Her eyes… she thought, they're purple! Of course, at first sight, they looked that way, mixed with a deep tinge of blue. The girl cocked her head curiously.
"Is something the matter?" she asked pleasantly. Morgana shook her head as the door to the throne room creaked open, Arthur poking his head out.
"Ah!" he said triumphantly, "I was wondering why you didn't follow me in!" Morgana gave Arthur a questioning look.
"Arthur, who is this?" she asked, somewhat menacingly.
"Morgana, this is the Khaleesi," Arthur said. Morgana turned her widened eyes back to the girl.
"How old are you?" she asked. This is the Khaleesi Uther mentioned?! Morgana's thoughts raved, but she looks no older then fourteen!
"My sixteenth name day is approaching as we speak, my Lady," she said. Arthur chuckled at Morgana's confused look.
"I assume that's a birthday," Morgana said, more to herself then to any of the two.
"If it's alright, you two can catch up later," Arthur said, breaking through Morgana's thoughts, "Besides Morgana, I believe Gwen is waiting to attend to you for tonight's festivities." Nodding. Morgana curtsied.
"Of course, of course," she said, "Well, I hope to see you later then." She gave the Khaleesi a friendly smile, then faltered once she did not return it, only throwing back a stiff, somewhat nervous nod of her head, something Morgana could only discern as fear glinting in the girls strange eyes as Arthur ushered her inside, slamming the door behind them.