[ Unsettled? That is a kind way to say it. Morgana is more than a little unsettled, so much so she does not think to turn her locket to voice only when she sees this. She sits dressed in fine purples with her long hair braided over her shoulder.
Guinevere.
Everything stops and goes silent, the sound of her own heartbeat coming thunderous in her ears. Why her? It was bad enough that she stole Morgana's throne─
She inhales sharply, the state of Gwen's dress piercing through the veil of fury that blankets her eyes. Gwen's dress. Her words. 'I am but a maidservant.' 'I am already in the service of a Lady and she might be unsettled with me being gone.' How can that be? Gwen is supposed to be queen, wearing a crown that is not hers.
She is not queen, not yet, by some magic of the monarch her former servant has not ascended to her throne. How utterly fantastic!
Morgana laughs, soft yet keenly unsettling. She laughs and her raven caws, wings flapping. In between laughs she manages a "Gwaine, please" and the bird silences. When she regards the locket it is with a smile on her face, but not the sort her dear friend will remember. This smile is splintered in places, no longer fitting right. ]
video.
Guinevere.
Everything stops and goes silent, the sound of her own heartbeat coming thunderous in her ears. Why her? It was bad enough that she stole Morgana's throne─
She inhales sharply, the state of Gwen's dress piercing through the veil of fury that blankets her eyes. Gwen's dress. Her words. 'I am but a maidservant.' 'I am already in the service of a Lady and she might be unsettled with me being gone.' How can that be? Gwen is supposed to be queen, wearing a crown that is not hers.
She is not queen, not yet, by some magic of the monarch her former servant has not ascended to her throne. How utterly fantastic!
Morgana laughs, soft yet keenly unsettling. She laughs and her raven caws, wings flapping. In between laughs she manages a "Gwaine, please" and the bird silences. When she regards the locket it is with a smile on her face, but not the sort her dear friend will remember. This smile is splintered in places, no longer fitting right. ]
Gwen.