[ There was a time she would have run to him, there was a time long ago that she did when the nightmares were too much and she would run to his room hysterical.

I thought we were friends.

The words echo in her head and she flinches at the look in his eyes, only to return it with one of her own. She spent a year hardening her heart, one long year burning bridges and burying the girl under a mountain of ash. She cannot let him affect her now, when even the slightest of slips could spell her doom.

(Would he run her through? She wonders. Would he kill his own flesh and blood? The only family he has left in this world and their own.) ]

You do not know that! How do you keep from something that courses through your own veins!? You cannot, I would have been found out eventually, one day Uther would know his precious ward had magic, not only that she could dream of the future! [ She hisses out the word, or perhaps spits it out, it should not be hard for him to connect the dots. Or so she hopes. ] Magic has no place in Camelot and neither did I, it had abandoned me long before Morgause saved me.

Oh you ignorant fool, you understand nothing. Everything you believe is a lie twisted by a man who refused to take the blame for what he had done.