My saviour

Noisy

Morgana's POV

I can still hear her scream. It echoes in my head on a never ending loop and it's making me sick. That, while the person who is actually sick, enjoys his dinner and dares to ask me what is wrong. I have to pretend for now. Have to pretend I don't hate him so I won't be suspected for what is about to happen.

'Nothing, Milord, just a little astonished by Gwen's betrayal, that's all.'

I await his answer nervously as his grey eyes search my green ones, which I try to mask of the pain I'm feeling. Then the king gives me a smile and I somehow manage to return it.

'I completely understand, Morgana, I'm sorry I couldn't see through her true nature earlier. I can't believe I let a sorceress come close to you. I hope you can forgive me.'

My blood is boiling and the heat is inevitably shown on my face. Flustered and sweaty, I get up quickly, not sure what I'm doing. I feel like stuffing the stupid chicken down his throat so he can choke on it for asking if I can forgive him. Of course, I would forgive him for letting a 'sorceress' come close to me, but he doesn't know half of the unforgivable things he has done.

'Of course I forgive you, Milord.' I say with a quivering voice as I grab his shoulder. His rough hand closes around mine and I flinch at the touch. I turn around to hide my anger and ask to be excused to get some sleep. I am suddenly struck with realisation. The moment I turned around, was the moment I'd never see him again. He dismisses me and with an odd feeling in my chest I leave the room.

Once I close the door to my chamber, I let out a trembling breath and I can feel a sore lump forming in my throat. Together with Gwen's scream still swimming in my head, the sorrow becomes overwhelming and it starts to flood. Hot tears burn my cold cheeks. Then a sound makes me turn around. I try to cover my messy face in embarrassment, but realise it's pointless.

'Milady, I'm sorry to interrupt like this but I just wanted to tell you, there's a little problem.'

Well, great, it's not like I have other issues going on right now so that's just perfect. The man wears a dark hood and calls himself the Shadow. Nobody knows his real name. He kills for a living, using magic. Oh, the fear on Uther's face when he knows his death is going to be by the hands of a sorcerer. This thought is the only thing that can give me joy right now.

'What is it? Don't tell me he won't be dead by tonight. I can't pretend to be his loving ward any longer.'

'Believe me, I will do everything in my power to get it done tonight. It's just that there is something, or rather someone, who might cause trouble.' He waits and I can read a little bit of fear of his eyes.

'Well, go on!'

'We, druids, hear a sort of ringing sound when someone else uses magic.'

That explains the odd sound I heard before I went to have dinner. But of course he can't know I heard it.

'Well, this afternoon I heard that sound somewhere in Camelot. I don't know who it was, but if I am going to be making the serum that you want me to make to kill the king, this person will hear this ringing sound for at least ten minutes, so if he or she has any feeling of curiosity, they will come looking and we can't let that happen.'

So there's another person in Camelot with magic. It has to be a new citizen, because I had never heard that sound before. Or this person used magic for the first time of course. After all, I didn't even know I had magic until a few months ago.

'Okay, so then I'll just lock you up so that he or she can't get in to sabotage our plan.'

'But if this person is a really skilled sorcerer, they will be able to open the door with a spell.'