False Love's Kiss
Watching over Artoria Pendragon's body would have been an honor for many as they would lay down their very lives for the King of Knights. For Morgan it was less about duty and more about redemption and punishment. It was the only way she could make herself feel better about having such a big hand in Artoria's current state.
How long had they been on Avalon? Got to be a few centuries now, at least. Time moved differently here anyway, it was very hard to know how much time had actually passed. In all these years Morgan had hardly left the King's side.
Now if only this is how it was from the start, Artoria as the King and her as the advisor then maybe none of this would have happened. That wasn't up to her to decide, to control fate.
She was but a follower, a servant. However she did on occasion leave Avalon if only to preserve her own sanity... or what was left of it.
"For a King as famous as you it is taking you quite a while to heal. Are you positive there is dragon blood in you, sister? Or is this a ruse to prolong my own suffering? Ha, you would not be so cruel." Morgan chuckled at the thought though. She could never imagine such a punishment from Artoria.
The King was stoic but ultimately soft-hearted, so much so that she could barely bring herself to banish Guinevere and Lancelot for their betrayal. It would have been laughable if some part of Morgan didn't find it a charming and endearing quality.
The witch sat on the chair near the large stone bed which held the King's body, so peacefully asleep. "You are sleeping, resting and yet the world goes on without you. I wonder how it will look when you finally wake up. Humans are always changing, evolving, inventing, telling stories." She reached out and brushed Artoria's hair behind her ear. "Speaking of being asleep I heard a similar story the other day when I was outside. About an enchanted princess that slept for a hundred years waiting for a prince to come along and wake her up with a kiss."
An idea struck her, one which came from a different part of her mind that she preferred to keep under lock and key most of the time.
"Are you perhaps doing the same. Who are you waiting for I wonder, when everyone is dead." Morgan's smile was a cruel one as she moved and bent over Artoria's face. "I could kill you, and they put me in here to guard you. If only you were awake I could be free too. Should we try it?"
Her kiss was nothing but a joke, cold, soft, brief, familiar.
Artoria's eyes remained closed.
"Huh. I suppose a true love's kiss is rather difficult when one part of me wants you dead. Don't keep the world waiting for too long Artoria. Don't keep me waiting." Morgan's fingers lingered on the King's cheek for a few seconds before she returned to her chair and picked up the same book of fairy tales she had read a hundred times over.