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(MORGANA POV)
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"Thank you again for accompanying me today." I sweetly said forcing a cute little smile and sending it Uther’s way.
"Of course, my dear. I am always glad to come with you to visit Gorlois." Uther cheerfully sang giving me a gentle boost onto my horse before swinging himself onto his own. Flicking the reigns to get the horse moving. We slowly made our way out of Camelot’s gates toward the graveyard a mile away. As we walked, I couldn't help but look nervously behind us. Half expecting Merlin to pop up at any moment and give away my plans. Ever since Gwen told me about the conversation Merlin and her had I couldn't help but feel on edge.
Normally I would have called the plan off but since I am working with a wild card such as Tauren. That wouldn't be wise. So, I just have to hope and pray Merlin decided not to interfere. Though knowing Merlin, she probably will end up sleeping in by accident. From Arthur's complaining it’s not often Merlin shows up on time.
"Is something the matter my dear?" Uther suspiciously asked noticing my nervous antics. Forcing a smile, I allowed my features to soften as I put on an innocent expression.
"No, I am quite alright. Just remembering the good old days with my dad." I sighed forcing a tear to fall from my eyes. Which actually wasn't difficult. I did miss my dad after all. I just hated Uther. Uther the fool bought my excuse as his eyes softened. Pulling his horse closer so he could reach out and gently grab my left hand in his.
"Gorlois was truly a good man, and wonderful knight. His loss hit the kingdom hard, but I am grateful that his loss at least allowed me the chance to know you my dear." My smile twitched at that, my heart panging guiltily over what i was about to do. Why does he have to whip me and then act so sweet and innocent after. Makes it hard to hate him when he is giving me such a sad expression.
"I remember the day you were born. Gorlois couldn't stop talking about his beautiful baby girl. With eyes like emeralds, and hair as black as night. Even as a baby you were stopping hearts with your beauty. Gorlois never stopped talking about you. Even on the battle field his thoughts were only of you. It was a sad day when the news came of his death." Uther sighed thoughtfully stopping his horse beside me as we finally reached our destination.
Swinging himself to the ground he walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist. My hands placed gently on his shoulders as he swung me down. From the corner of my eye, I could see movement in the bushes. Followed by Tauren green eyes peeking through the foliage. Smirking I looped my arm through Uther’s and led him to the little stone nestled in the ground.
"Gorlois,
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A father,
A friend,
And a true knight of Camelot.
May he rest in peace."
Falling to my knees in front of his grave I softly brush my fingers across the engravings. Feeling my eyes well up as thoughts of my lost dad plague my mind. I could feel Uther kneel beside me. His arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders, but I ignored him. Too focused on my dead dads grave.
"I feel I have to apologize to you my dear." I stiffened at that. Uther willingly apologizing without being tortured first. Is the world ending?
"Apologize?" I asked playing dumb as I forced my eyes not to stray from Gorlois name.
"Yes, I have been unfair to you. You were right. Tom was innocent. I should not have had him killed. Nor should I..." His voice cracked at this drawing my attention to his face. Making me freeze in shock at the tears spilling down his pale cheeks.
"Uther..." I whispered stunned vaguely noting the slowly approaching Tauren in the background.
"I should not have ordered you whipped. It’s a crime that will haunt me the rest of my life. That because of me your beautiful skin is forever marred from the horses lash." I could see Tauren directly behind Uther now a smirk on his face as he raised his sword. Sending a jolt of fear coursing through me. Do I really want him dead?
"Forgive me my dear. Forgive a foolish old man his sins. I am so sorry."
"No, you weren't supposed to apologize. No." I whispered to quietly for him to hear. My terrified eyes flashing to the sword now baring down on the king. Making a spilt second decision I scream pushing him out of the way and pulling the sword from Uther’s belt. Running the blade through the shocked sorcerers stomach. I watch in horror as he coughs up blood before falling to the ground dead.
A moment later we are surrounded by the fallen sorcerers men. One of them getting close enough to slam a rock against Uther’s head causing him to crumble to the ground unconscious. Screaming in horror I could feel something within me snap as I watched the men bare down on the king. Swords raised to strike the killing blow.
Eyes flashing golden I accidentally send them all flying. The snap of their necks is loud in the silence of the morning air. I stare in fascinated horror at the carnage around me as my brain attempted to process what just happened. How did I send them flying? No, I don't have magic I can't. There's no way I did this. No. Th... there must have been another sorcerer nearby. Yeah, that’s it. I don't have magic. That’s just crazy. I was broken from my horrified ramblings by a groan to the left of me.
Stumbling over to Uther’s side. I help him sit up as he blearily looks around us at the fallen men. After a moment his brow caresses in confusion as he attempts to figure out what happened.
"What happened. How did they die?" I could practically feel my heart leaping out of my chest as my face began to pale. Licking my lips nervously I Frantically scanned my brain for an explanation.
"You killed them, but a final bandit managed to survive and snuck up on you. He knocked you out. I used your sword to kill him." I stammered praying the gash on his head was deep enough that he wouldn't question it. He narrowed his eyes scanning my face as we sat in silence. I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. Certain that he was about to sentence me to death, but after a moment he nodded accepting my answer as the truth. Pushing himself to his feet he stumbled over to his horse motioning me to follow.
Helping him straddle his horse I breathed a sigh of relief as I swung myself onto my own horse. Thankful that he didn't accuse me. Not that I did anything. I still refuse to believe that I caused the death of 10 men in a matter of seconds. No way. Must have been someone else.