Between Destiny and Desire
Chapter 39: To Paint with Poison
“I care not whether I marry,” she said instead, adopting an icy tone. “I’m content to die a spinster. But I agree that there is something to uncover. Leave this to me, and see to your duties.”
Merlin’s hand dropped from the door handle. He looked between her and the prince. Arthur tilted his head, a casual approval of Morgana’s command. She rose and breezed past Merlin at the chamber entrance, shoulder glancing his.
“Morgana!” Arthur called.
She froze. Inches from Merlin, she could feel the light of his essence pulsing outward, stretching towards her. Gods, she wanted to turn towards it, to reach towards his steady, unending flame. She wanted to push it away, snuff it out.
Instead of doing either, she turned to Arthur. “Hm?”
The prince smiled brilliantly. “It’s good to have you back.”
The words were a smooth salve over a fiery wound. The corner of Morgana’s mouth lifted. She said nothing and left the chambers,
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Morgana continues reintegrating herself into Camelot.
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