Title: The Bodyguard
Warnings: None. Unless you count Morgana threatening to turn a maid into a frog.
Summary: Gwen is the rightful once and future queen. Morgana is her spectacularly bad tempered bodyguard.
Morgana stamps into court at a little past lunch time that afternoon, dragging a kitchen maid by the hair.
“Found her!” She shakes the maid.
The maid is screaming and sobbing which makes it rather hard to hear what Morgana is saying, but Gwen gets the gist.
“Morgana, put the girl down.”
Morgana has a particularly manic gleam in her eyes. Gwen knows it to be the same one she gets at the prospect of going to war or castrating the men who attack unsuspecting women down dark allies.
“But I’d so much rather take my knife to her! Cut her up – I’ve a potion that calls for the bones of a virgin – ”
This is not helpful. The girl’s screams grow higher pitched and desperate. Morgana seems to think that shaking her harder might quiet her, but it in fact has the opposite effect.
The court stands petrified before the spectacle.
“Morgana,” Gwen begins again, louder and firmer. “Put. The girl. Down. You’re hurting her.”
Morgana snorts, sighs, and tosses the girl away from her in disgust. “Won’t you even let me turn her into a toad?”
“No,” Gwen folds her arms. “What has she done?”
“Tried to poison you.” Morgana holds up a little vile of something grey and evil smelling, “I found her putting this into your goblet. Tell the queen who paid you?”
The girl begins to babble, shaking, incoherent, eyes huge, hands clasped – she makes absolutely no sense. Gwen sighs, orders her guards to have the girl taken down to the dungeons until she has calmed enough to talk, and then retires to her chambers, calling Morgana after her.
Morgana skulks along in her wake like a sulky child.