How could she ?

Your Queen

What did she do to you, Arthur ?

How did she manage to break you that much ?

Why are you so destroyed ?

I can see she broke your mind, body and soul. Your ability to trust faded away, as did your ability to love. Even your own wife. You do not love me Arthur, not anymore. Maybe never. I might remind you of the past. When I was just a servant girl, when Merlin was just the new guy around, when you two loved each other to death. But I am not a servant girl anymore, Arthur. I am a queen. Queen of Camelot.

Not yours, though. Never yours.

Because you already have your queen, and nobody, not even your wife, can steal that title from her. We shouldn't be together. It's nonsense.

You were supposed to be with her. You were the ones supposed to stay together till death tear you apart. You are bonded, by something far more powerful than marriage. Oh, Arthur, how she destroyed you. You're just a ghost, and so is she.

I regret the old times. I would give up my throne, my crown and my love to go back. I wish we were kids again. Naive, innocent kids who thought the world would bow to their desires. I remember the vow you made. And I know you do, too. You promised her, and now it's tearing you apart. Because if there is one thing that can't be put back together, it's the damages of time. You could've changed your destinies. You loved each other so damn much.

The servant girl is gone. But so are you, Arthur, and so is she.

And you, Morgana... Oh, Morgana.

My best friend, my idol. How could you do this to us ? How could you do this to him ? How could you break him so badly, when you were the only one able to put the pieces back together before ?

How could you destroy us like that ?

I don't understand. But I haven't been able to in a long time, have I ? You never came back from that forest.We wanted so badly to believe you were the same as before, our Morgana. But you weren't, and we were fools to think so. You were broken, so you broke us from inside. You've been left alone.

I do not know where the betrayal you feel comes from. I don't think I want to know.

Arthur wished so bad for your return. He spent hours in your room, eyes lost in the emptiness of it. He thought nobody would notice, but everyone did. Maybe he just didn't care. He has never been the same since. He was the shadow of what he used to be. Even Uther went soft on him.

You were mourned, Morgana.During a long, long time. I don't think he ever came back from the grief, I think he just pretended to move on. I thought he would never be happy again. But he found you in the woods. You know, at first, he believed you were an illusion, a ghost, an angel. He told me.

It changed him. Finding you fixed him. I was ready to give up on him, you know that ? I knew you would make him happier and a better man. I knew you were simply meant to be his queen. Not me. Never me.

He loved you so much, Morgana. He still does. And I know for sure that you still love him, too. Underneath all the lies and betrayal and hatred.

So how ? How could you do that to him, to yourself ?

Destiny wasn't supposed to turn that way: but you were never ones to follow destiny.