Jun 24, 2019
@isleboundqueen
“Morgana...“
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@isleboundqueen
“Morgana...“
Character: Lancelot
Status: Starter for @isleboundqueen
His hand rested upon the hilt of his sword, his eyes remained firmly fixated upon the woman before him. He knew better than to trust someone with magic, but he also could not act harshly to someone who had yet do any harm.
Especially her, the sister of the King. Despite how things had begun to progress, how the rumours of her circulated, he had to be cordial - she was still a member of the royal household.
“Milday Morgana, what pleasure do I owe this visit to?” He asked after slightly bowing to her.
isleboundqueen answered your ask “ There’s an army of you, there’s only one of me. ❞ (from................”
The Queen glared to Morgana. “Oh I know that’s a me problem. Ain’t gonna stop me from defeating you. My husband and I have watched your whereabouts on the isle. While we looked after the kingdom in peace, you got together this army. I’m here to stop you. And also warn you. The King doesn’t know I’m here. Neither does my old enemy Mother Gothel.”
isleboundqueen answered your ask “ You’re playing with fire, Morgana. ❞”
He chuckled. Morgana really thought he was going to fall for this. “Oh really Morgana? I’m going to get burned. My wife and I have an army and secret weapons.” He said with a chuckle. "Watch out you may fall."
Character: Merlin Status: Starter requested by @isleboundqueen Morgana
“You won’t succeed Morgana.” Merlin’s warning came sharp as he stopped in his tracks, barely looking up from the book he was studying after he had passed the woman within the hall. Since her return with the boy, the visions of what was to happen were becoming clearer and sharper. The strong swing of fate was in favour of none, despite how at home she was making herself within the castle.
“The boy will fall, you will fall. I have told no one of what I have seen, but you deserve a better fate.” Though he had little faith that she would listen to him, why should she, he was viewed as Arthur’s advisor.