Hi. Extremely short chapter today I'm afraid. There hasn't been a lot of free time this week for me to write, but I didn't want to keep you lovely people waiting any longer. Hopefully, I'll be able to start on the next chapter soon. It should be up around Tuesday (as I definitely want to do something fun the day after my first exam). Still, this may be brief, but here's hoping it doesn't disappoint. Here goes:

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

Chapter 17

Morgana waited in one of the rooms adjacent to the throne room, resplendent in a glistening gown of soft purple silk. Her dark tresses had earlier been tied back into a gorgeous knot, and the elegant arrangement had been dotted with glittering pearls- a hairstyle, she believed, which was more than suitable for the soon-to-be Queen of a powerful Kingdom.

The regal attire, though, did nothing to hide the malicious glint in her eye, or the anticipatory smirk tilting the corners of her lips.

As time passed, Morgana found herself growing impatient. But, just when she had reached bursting point, she heard a faint whisper ring out from behind her.

"Sister."

She turned, a genuine smile now gracing her lips.

"Morgause. I'm glad you are here- I was afraid you may not have been able to make it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You faced no problems, I trust?"

The Blonde's expression turned smug. "None at all. I doubt anyone even remembered my past actions. The enchantments are working perfectly."

Morgana's mood soured slightly. "Not as perfectly as we would like."

Morgause was instantly alert. "Still no sign of the Prince?"

"None. And to make it worse," Morgana narrowed her eyes, "one of our men reported sensing a strange magic in one of the cells yesterday."

"What of it?"

"The same man detected a hint of the same magic less than an hour ago- in the Physician's chambers."

Morgause's expression hardened, her eyes darkening. "His room?"

A nod was the only answer necessary.

There were a few moments of silence in the room, while both sisters considered the situation. Morgause paced slightly, before turning to meet her sister's eyes.

"Fear not, sister. If he were alive, we would have received word by now. The Emrys foretold in the prophecies would not leave the Kingdom- and especially the Prince- unprotected for six months were he alive. I have no doubt the informant was merely mistaken. Did any others report sensing anything?"

Morgana shook her head. "Nothing at all." She jutted her chin, her eyes glittering dangerously. "Besides, even if he were alive, it would make little difference. Apart from giving me intense pleasure at seeing his broken expression when he realizes that Camelot is in our hands now."

"Indeed. Now, come sister. We have-"

Somewhere above them, the bells of Camelot tolled, marking one hour past noon. Morgana felt a thrill of excitement run through her. It was finally time.

"A coronation to attend." Finished Morgause, her mouth twisting into a deadly sneer.

Together, the sisters strode from the room, and straight towards the throne.

I know it's a lot to ask for so few words, but please review! I NEED ENERGY! (Darn revision)

Hope you liked it XD