Once Upon a Camelot Curse - Chapter Thirteen
He was a cockroach, skittering around her bedchambers and forcing her to watch every step she took. He was that itch in the corner of her back that she could not reach. He was that one spot of sun that insisted on being in her eyes when the rest of the world was shaded.
He would die.
Morgana was tired of Merlin consistently interrupting her plans. He had come from nowhere and had somehow weaseled his way into Arthur’s good graces, despite not being anything more than a servant. Yet he still stood at Arthur’s side, sat at Arthur’s table and managed to become someone Arthur listened to. Without Merlin, Arthur would have surely perished ages ago.
And Morgana was going to finally make sure that came true. Without Merlin, Arthur would go back to being a stupid knight who just loved to joust and she would have no problem getting back to Camelot, leaving the rest of them to live in this insane pseudo-reality.
He was huddled on the far side of the stone room that she had set up as her own personal ingredients storeroom. After realizing she had magic, it was easy enough to get ingredients that seemed normal to anyone else. The apothecary didn’t have many of the things that someone in Camelot would have to offer, but there were substitutions in this world that Morgana knew would work. Sending Lancelot from booth to booth was easy enough, considering the man was wrapped around her finger. He didn’t question, and neither did Juliana as Morgana sent them to run her errands and collect the equipment needed.
It would be a shame to leave them here.
But Morgana knew she couldn’t bring them with her. The spell, while transporting all of Camelot to this world, was designed with Morgana in mind. She wasn’t sure if it was going to even work, but it would have to. If it didn’t happen the first time, she would have plenty of time to try and try again.
Especially once Merlin was gone.
“I will rule Camelot without you there, or Arthur or Guinevere or anybody else to ruin my plans,” Morgana said, not caring that she was spilling her plans to Merlin. The knife in her hand would make sure that he never spoke a word after this conversation was over anyway.
“But… you banished everyone here. There’s no one left to rule!” Merlin shouted and Morgana could only roll her eyes at his dramatic response. She gave an indifferent shrug.
“Then I shall have the entire castle to myself. Do you think I care? As long as you, Arthur and his cohorts are out of my life, the entire kingdom could be empty and I would be the happiest woman in the world.” Morgana didn’t need other people to be happy. She didn’t even need to rule those that lived in Camelot.
She just needed to be home.
He would die.
Morgana was tired of Merlin consistently interrupting her plans. He had come from nowhere and had somehow weaseled his way into Arthur’s good graces, despite not being anything more than a servant. Yet he still stood at Arthur’s side, sat at Arthur’s table and managed to become someone Arthur listened to. Without Merlin, Arthur would have surely perished ages ago.
And Morgana was going to finally make sure that came true. Without Merlin, Arthur would go back to being a stupid knight who just loved to joust and she would have no problem getting back to Camelot, leaving the rest of them to live in this insane pseudo-reality.
He was huddled on the far side of the stone room that she had set up as her own personal ingredients storeroom. After realizing she had magic, it was easy enough to get ingredients that seemed normal to anyone else. The apothecary didn’t have many of the things that someone in Camelot would have to offer, but there were substitutions in this world that Morgana knew would work. Sending Lancelot from booth to booth was easy enough, considering the man was wrapped around her finger. He didn’t question, and neither did Juliana as Morgana sent them to run her errands and collect the equipment needed.
It would be a shame to leave them here.
But Morgana knew she couldn’t bring them with her. The spell, while transporting all of Camelot to this world, was designed with Morgana in mind. She wasn’t sure if it was going to even work, but it would have to. If it didn’t happen the first time, she would have plenty of time to try and try again.
Especially once Merlin was gone.
“I will rule Camelot without you there, or Arthur or Guinevere or anybody else to ruin my plans,” Morgana said, not caring that she was spilling her plans to Merlin. The knife in her hand would make sure that he never spoke a word after this conversation was over anyway.
“But… you banished everyone here. There’s no one left to rule!” Merlin shouted and Morgana could only roll her eyes at his dramatic response. She gave an indifferent shrug.
“Then I shall have the entire castle to myself. Do you think I care? As long as you, Arthur and his cohorts are out of my life, the entire kingdom could be empty and I would be the happiest woman in the world.” Morgana didn’t need other people to be happy. She didn’t even need to rule those that lived in Camelot.
She just needed to be home.