Hey peoples! This one is a short one, since the thought occurred to me to peer in to what Agravaine was doing. Also, here's my chance to clarify some things.
This is a very specific timeframe, between 4x02 and 4x03. Also, I know I'm going very slightly off-canon by the fact that Merlin knows of Agravaine's treachery this early, but for the purposes of this story he does. Honestly, it's rather obvious.
And, I have no regular schedule for updates. I may update with 2 chapters in one day or have days pass between updates. This is my first multi-fic and I'm trying to get used to it.
BTW, if you were curious a to the reason to why I decided to continue this fic, I wanted to credit the very awesome review of carinims01. Thank you so much, and ironically you were nearly the only one who DIDN'T ask/threaten/cajole for me to continue.
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Morgana cooly surveyed Agravaine. "Excuse me?"
"My lady, he refuses to back down."
There was a short silence, in which Agravaine could nearly feel her suppressing her rage.
"And you expected him to?"
Morgana's voice was a whipcrack in the dark hovel.
"I-" Agravaine stopped himself as he saw her eyes flare dangerously.
"Silence."
The hovel was tense. Agravaine felt, if he tried hard enough, he could almost hear the magic thrumming with anger.
"I believe I instructed you," Morgana began, her voice rising "to remove any problems. Merlin" she spat "has proved time and time again to be a problem."
She moved closer to him "So tell me, Agravaine," she hissed, now barely above a whisper "why did you ask the problem to stop being one, when you should have stopped it?"
Agravaine did not move. He knew this type of mood, when she was most dangerous. Any motion, any at all, she would take as disobedience. He could barely control his breathing, which for some reason had grown rapid and shallow.
A light of satisfaction kindled in Morgana's eyes at the terror she had inspired in the man. Abruptly, she turned around and said in a voice of barely reined in sadistic pleasure, "Kill him, Agravaine. Make it as slow and painful as time allows, but kill him. Oh," she said, remembering, "I want you to bring me his eyes, if possible. The spell I'm working on requires human eyes."
Agravaine blinked, and barely refrained from reaching up to touch his own eyes at the statement.
He opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it. So he nodded, and turned to exit.
When he reached the door, Morgana called him "Agravaine."
He paused, reminded of Merlin calling him to deliver the chilling threat in the armoury.
There was obvious pleasure in Morgana's voice. "To be clear, there is no reason for Merlin to be dead before you take the eyes."
Agravaine staggered out of the hovel as fast as his shaky legs would permit.