[ The wait was difficult, part of her wanted to flee while another refused to move keeping her routed in her spot. Morgana is no craven, she has faced things most women would have cowered from and ran. She has faced Uther in his anger, she can face whatever it is that Arthur brings with him. ]
Arthur.
[ He does not look different to her, though his expression hardened against something she does not know or understand. He looks as he did in Camelot, walking the halls with his soldiers or his knights.
She stands quickly, fingers tightening around the device in her hands ─ an anchor of sorts, something for her hands to hold onto ─ chin high, and shirts shifting with the movement. She is the very image of the Lady Morgana of Camelot, for to her that is all she has ever been and all she will ever be. The King's Ward, Arthur's friend, Gwen's treasured lady. ]
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Arthur.
[ He does not look different to her, though his expression hardened against something she does not know or understand. He looks as he did in Camelot, walking the halls with his soldiers or his knights.
She stands quickly, fingers tightening around the device in her hands ─ an anchor of sorts, something for her hands to hold onto ─ chin high, and shirts shifting with the movement. She is the very image of the Lady Morgana of Camelot, for to her that is all she has ever been and all she will ever be. The King's Ward, Arthur's friend, Gwen's treasured lady. ]
Is the sword really necessary?