[ She can taste something vile in her mouth, the lingering taste of regrets coated in anger. (you're not as different from Uther as you'd like to think ─ nor are you) She curses the tablet, wishes she could break it into so many pieces it would turn to sand.
Her brother, her enemy. She knew he was here, she knew the moment she heard Gwen's voice. Merlin must be here too, the servant and king are never that far from one another. ]
Arthur.
[ She struggles to get to her feet, swaying and hissing as pain throbs through her legs and hands, yet she does it anyway. Because she must not look weak, she must look stronger than she feels, she will not let him see her as a wounded animal. She is more than that, she is the last High Priestess of the Old Religion. She is the woman who conquered Camelot twice.
Standing achieved she collects the tablet, the camera shaking with the movement until it focuses on her ─ or at least part of her face and her dress.
Strong, not weak, still as dangerous as the entire kingdom has come to know. ]
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Her brother, her enemy. She knew he was here, she knew the moment she heard Gwen's voice. Merlin must be here too, the servant and king are never that far from one another. ]
Arthur.
[ She struggles to get to her feet, swaying and hissing as pain throbs through her legs and hands, yet she does it anyway. Because she must not look weak, she must look stronger than she feels, she will not let him see her as a wounded animal. She is more than that, she is the last High Priestess of the Old Religion. She is the woman who conquered Camelot twice.
Standing achieved she collects the tablet, the camera shaking with the movement until it focuses on her ─ or at least part of her face and her dress.
Strong, not weak, still as dangerous as the entire kingdom has come to know. ]
Hello, dear brother.