Show Them All | Gwen, Morgana, Arthur | PG (part 1 of 2 because the comment's too long)
Gwen clung to the floor, willing it to stop spinning as she tried desperately not to fall off. Nearby, Morgana was sprawled across the foot of her bed.
"...and moreover," Morgana was declaring, her voice slurred, "I wouldn't want to be queen of dumb old Calemot-- Ca-me-lot, anyway. I'm insulted that anyone'd even THINK I'd want that kind of mess on my head, cleaning up after Uther's mistakes..."
Normally, Gwen would be trying to calm Morgana down from her tirade. Right now, it was all Gwen could do to groan in acknowledgment. Whatever it was that Morgana had pilfered from what they thought was the knights' wine store certainly was not, in fact, wine. It had not tasted like wine, but Morgana had insisted it must be, because the knights were not supposed to keep anything else in their stores. Perhaps, it was a special kind from a far-off land. Gwen had initially wondered whether, if it was actually wine, it had turned; now, she was beginning to suspect it was magic, the way the earth was trying to tip her off it right now. And, all because they had overheard one knight say to another that he was relieved Uther was not pushing a match between Morgana and Arthur. Gwen still did not know why that had set Morgana off as much as it had, but it had, and Morgana had felt that stealing one of the knight's finest wines would be a good revenge.
"...although, I could show 'em all how it's done," Morgana continued. "Be the best queen Camelot's ever seen. But, I'd rather tell Uther I've got magic than marry Arthur, of all people--"
"Tell Uther what?" Gwen managed to ask, feeling lucky that it was only words leaving her mouth.
Morgana apparently didn't hear her. "--but, if there were any other way, any way at all, I just might do it. Queen of Camelot,” she snorted. “Well, if I were to somehow become queen, you can wager I'd deal with those knights pretty quickly. Gossiping about me behind my back... well, when I was behind their backs, anyway.”
“'Not really gossip,” Gwen tried. It would seem that three words was as much as she could handle in one go.
“Close enough. They were talking about me, Gwen, and I don't like that. Them and their smug opinions about my life.”
It seemed to Gwen that there was a point she could make here, something about that opinion aligning with Morgana's own, but everything was too spinny for her to be able to figure out how to say it.
“Wonder what Arthur'd say if he knew his knights were talking about him, too,” Morgana mused.
Gwen mumbled noncommittally. If Morgana suggested they try to find him, she would have to find him alone. Gwen was not letting go of this rug.
Fortunately, Morgana seemed no more inclined to move, and answered her own question. “He prob'ly doesn't care. Doesn't care 'bout anything but himself and his stupid knights and swords and all.”
Right then, Gwen only cared about stillness, and wished she could have some.
Morgana was quiet for a moment, then said ominously, “I don't feel so good... 'sall Arthur's fault...”
Gwen clung to the floor, willing it to stop spinning as she tried desperately not to fall off. Nearby, Morgana was sprawled across the foot of her bed.
"...and moreover," Morgana was declaring, her voice slurred, "I wouldn't want to be queen of dumb old Calemot-- Ca-me-lot, anyway. I'm insulted that anyone'd even THINK I'd want that kind of mess on my head, cleaning up after Uther's mistakes..."
Normally, Gwen would be trying to calm Morgana down from her tirade. Right now, it was all Gwen could do to groan in acknowledgment. Whatever it was that Morgana had pilfered from what they thought was the knights' wine store certainly was not, in fact, wine. It had not tasted like wine, but Morgana had insisted it must be, because the knights were not supposed to keep anything else in their stores. Perhaps, it was a special kind from a far-off land. Gwen had initially wondered whether, if it was actually wine, it had turned; now, she was beginning to suspect it was magic, the way the earth was trying to tip her off it right now. And, all because they had overheard one knight say to another that he was relieved Uther was not pushing a match between Morgana and Arthur. Gwen still did not know why that had set Morgana off as much as it had, but it had, and Morgana had felt that stealing one of the knight's finest wines would be a good revenge.
"...although, I could show 'em all how it's done," Morgana continued. "Be the best queen Camelot's ever seen. But, I'd rather tell Uther I've got magic than marry Arthur, of all people--"
"Tell Uther what?" Gwen managed to ask, feeling lucky that it was only words leaving her mouth.
Morgana apparently didn't hear her. "--but, if there were any other way, any way at all, I just might do it. Queen of Camelot,” she snorted. “Well, if I were to somehow become queen, you can wager I'd deal with those knights pretty quickly. Gossiping about me behind my back... well, when I was behind their backs, anyway.”
“'Not really gossip,” Gwen tried. It would seem that three words was as much as she could handle in one go.
“Close enough. They were talking about me, Gwen, and I don't like that. Them and their smug opinions about my life.”
It seemed to Gwen that there was a point she could make here, something about that opinion aligning with Morgana's own, but everything was too spinny for her to be able to figure out how to say it.
“Wonder what Arthur'd say if he knew his knights were talking about him, too,” Morgana mused.
Gwen mumbled noncommittally. If Morgana suggested they try to find him, she would have to find him alone. Gwen was not letting go of this rug.
Fortunately, Morgana seemed no more inclined to move, and answered her own question. “He prob'ly doesn't care. Doesn't care 'bout anything but himself and his stupid knights and swords and all.”
Right then, Gwen only cared about stillness, and wished she could have some.
Morgana was quiet for a moment, then said ominously, “I don't feel so good... 'sall Arthur's fault...”
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