On the second day of Ficmas...
... grav_ity gave to me: the prompt 'Morgana not being evil (or misunderstood).
The little girl sniffled, wiping her dirty sleeve over her soot-stained face. Her eyes were a deep brown and swam with tears. Morgana knelt in front of her, doing her level best to ignore the shouts and screams coming from outside the citadel walls. “What is your name, little lady?” she asked softly.
The child stared at her, a single tiny tear trickling down her cheek and washing away just a little bit of the soot and sweat. “L-Lissa,” she stuttered.
Morgana forced herself to smile, putting on a show of confidence that she did not entirely feel. “Hush, Lissa, don’t cry,” she said, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “The knights of Camelot will defeat the bad ones. Don’t you worry. Prince Arthur won’t give up.”
Lissa’s lips wobbled as she smiled, but the expression was genuine.
The little girl sniffled, wiping her dirty sleeve over her soot-stained face. Her eyes were a deep brown and swam with tears. Morgana knelt in front of her, doing her level best to ignore the shouts and screams coming from outside the citadel walls. “What is your name, little lady?” she asked softly.
The child stared at her, a single tiny tear trickling down her cheek and washing away just a little bit of the soot and sweat. “L-Lissa,” she stuttered.
Morgana forced herself to smile, putting on a show of confidence that she did not entirely feel. “Hush, Lissa, don’t cry,” she said, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “The knights of Camelot will defeat the bad ones. Don’t you worry. Prince Arthur won’t give up.”
Lissa’s lips wobbled as she smiled, but the expression was genuine.