Kink Me! #23
Kink Me! #23
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Arthur rarely dreamed, but when he did, they were always the most vivid, lifelike of dreams. He remembered few of them, and thankfully, they never proved to be prophetic like Morgana’s, but what he did remember of them would stay with him for days.
This dream was no different.
He was in a cavern, and he was prisoner again, his hands bound before him. The jolt of being held captive, so soon after the horror of his reality, should have jolted him awake, made him terribly afraid, but instead he felt no fear, only anger and contempt.
He stood before Morgana.
This Morgana bore no resemblance to the beautiful, pale-skinned, fiery, resplendent girl he had grown up with, fought with, loved. This Morgana, attired from neck to foot in black lace, wore her inner ugliness and spite like a coat of arms, like something living, something to be proud of.
Arthur was only reminded again how much he hated her now, how he could never forgive her.
And then she laughed, a mocking, cruel laugh.
“You really are mad, aren’t you. Look at you, Morgana, a fugitive from Camelot and all her allies. You were loved and had a place in Camelot, could have helped me rule…”
“Oh, Arthur, do shut up.” Morgana’s laugh ended abruptly, and her tone was one of insolence and boredom. “The last thing I need is another idiot Pendragon man telling me how I could have helped them, as if that would be some goal to aspire to. I have no interest in helping you. You are all nothing but bugs beneath my heel.”
Dream-Arthur narrowed his eyes.. “What do you want, witch?”
More mocking laughter, though it seemed more forced than before. “I want to tell you, dear brother, what an idiot you are.”
Arthur remained silent.
“Tell me, truthfully, that you have not grieved for me, longed for a confrontation such as this, where you could rail at me and demand to know why I would want to harm your golden head, or what I had ever done to you…”
“Actually”, Arthur responded steadily, “I have never wondered that. As I said, I know you are mad, and didn’t take your treachery personally. You wanted the throne and was willing to destroy everything in your path to get it, even those who had never done any harm to you. Who can say what twisted motivations must have danced in your magic-addled mind.”
Morgana’s smirk changed into something harder, and she rose abruptly from the throne like chair in which she had sat. “You know nothing!”, she screeched. “You were so foolishly blind to so much happening right in front of you! Your loyal servant boy has magic, and you did not even realize! Your betrothed loves another, and yet still you pine, believing her. You never even saw how I manipulated and drove your idiot father so very often.”
“I know now.” Arthur intoned mildly. Somehow, in this place, and not coming as surprises, Morgana’s words did not hurt as much as they might have.
“And I know that you were terribly jealous of me”, Dream-Arthur goaded.
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