Uther/Morgana - An Audience
Title: An Audience
Fandom: Merlin BBC
Pairing: Uther/Morgana
Author: solochan
Word count: 435 (Little Drabble <3)
Rating: PG for implications that Gana wants Uther muchly. But nothing to go ACK about
Summary: Post 1x12 Kill a King. Morgana wants to see Uther, but can she tell him the truth? (First Uther/Gana Ficlet makes me squeeee)
Ooh, and I blame
shantirosa again.
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‘My lord, I need an audience with you.’
The king raised his goblet to his lips before giving a considering nod in her direction.
‘Morgana, what troubles you this late hour?’
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I almost killed you, and you cannot perceive this. Instead you gaze upon me now, me, your ward with the utmost affection that tears me to pieces with just one look of your raw eyes. You cannot see what I saw today; you mustn’t understand what I almost became. If it was not for those waking moments at my fathers grave you would be dead, and I will now be grieving a dreadful mistake. You must never know this, though I think it must be known at some point.
Just like I never thought you could know this passion that lies in me, and that it is all for you. This overwhelming feeling of longing to be yours...to take you and control you so that my fire meets your fire. That our bodies lay skin to skin and are of the same mould, the same time.
I feel that one day our troubles will no longer be conducted with angry words but they will be joined and consoled together, united. I believe we can do this, My Lord. This one small thing, to step across our own mental barriers and into each others’ but I know that you will not. I try to tell you this, as I stand in your hall frozen. Your goblet still lingering by your stern mouth and I wonder what miracles that mouth had performed on ladies lips in your lifetime. I cannot wait for you to realize this feeling either, if it is be, it must be you to begin it.
I am indeed longing, Uther but I know that I’ll never have you.
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‘I came only to wish you goodnight. Today has been something for us all to reflect on. I felt compelled to check on you, though I must return to my own chambers...’
‘Well, if this is so, thank you. Goodnight Morgana...’
As she inclines her head the king puts his goblet down and regards her carefully. His ward so pale and shaken possibly affected by some ill that plagues her. He can only guess after today’s attack and he heaves a sigh as she does pass through the threshold and there seems to be a much bigger gap between them than there every was. Uther Pendragon is then left alone once again, returning to look at his empty goblet and waiting.
But waiting for what, is the question even he cannot answer.