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Camelot RP
By: Morgan Date: October 29, 2012, 9:16 pm
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"Sire, a visiter awaits you in the hall." A devious smirk grew
across Morgan's lips as the footfalls of King Uther grew closer
down the hall. Fifteen years she had awaited this moment.
Fifteen years her revenge had boiled. Turning to meet her
father's face, Morgan lifted the hood of her cape from her head.
She was dressed in the garb of a novice nun of the new religion.
"Father..." she sneered. The look of shock and anger on her
father's face sent Morgan's heart fluttering with devious
excitement. The patronizing smirk only grew.
"Morgan." Uther growled.
"Why, Father, aren't you happy to see me? Your only child?" A
hard, back-handed slap met Morgan's cheek and left her sprawled
on the floor. Lifting herself with an arm, Morgan wiped the
blood from her bottom lip and slowly started to laugh. "Fifteen
years in a nunnery.. Fifteen years without a family, and this is
how you great me? You'll pay for my mother's murder. I swear it
by my life's blood."
"Guards! Remove her from my sight!" Uther bellowed as Morgan
swore her revenge for his crimes.
A celebration had begun in the King's hall. Morgan could here it
from the room she'd been relegated to. A celebration of the King
and Queen's anniversary. Anger boiled in Morgan's heart as she
thought of how the anniversary of her mother's death was only a
few days prior. So easily a kingdom could forsake one queen and
celebrate another. Eyes rolling back in her head and lids
fluttering, Morgan fell to her knees in pain and rose again in
the form of a child. It was still painful to stay in this state
for long, but Morgan quickly escaped her room unseen and headed
towards the kitchen in the servant's quarters. There she placed
a lethal mixture into a soup that she made sure was placed
before her father's grubby hands. She would watch from within
the crowd as he choked and gasped for his last few breathes of
air.
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