Thread: In the Shadow of Camelot: A Femdom Arthurian Tale (Closed)

Morgana's maidens were positively beaming, but the lady herself kept her poise. She inclined her head to the King, a regal gesture of gratitude and approval, but that didn't stop a small smile from tugging at her own lips. He was everything she'd dreamed he would be. He was beautiful. In the light, his golden head seemed to glow as readily as the sun - and if that were the case, then his eyes were the endless blue sky or perhaps the watery depths of the sea. He was broad-shouldered and tall, built like a true warrior, and the royal colors looked so right on him. Morgana thought she would love to see him in all his gear, the shining metal, clinking chain mail, the heavy helmet and the by now infamous sword in hand. In her mind's eye, it was a handsome sight indeed, though, she'd always been inclined towards those type of men. Strong. Not only of body, but also mind and spirit - all things Arthur would need in the long road ahead. His young face held substantial worry, despite this newest development in his favor, and she could almost see those sturdy shoulders begin to sag with the weight of the world - but she had faith in him, and her faith was not easily won or hastily invested. Morgana knew he was the once and future king. Once she'd taken her fill of Arthur, Morgana's eyes swept quickly through his court, taking in the various noblemen and women, and lingering ever so briefly on one man in particular - she eyed his staff, his wise face, and a momentary darkness enveloped her features, which, in their frigid elegance were almost suited to the expression. Yes, she knew what Merlin had done for the former King, how he had facilitated Uther's most appalling desires. The wizard was partly responsible for her father's death. For that she could never truly look upon Merlin as an ally, powerful though he may be. Now, Morgana was not dim. She could see the bigger picture. She could understand the necessity of what Merlin had done, could realize that without it, Arthur would not be standing here before her, and because of that this country would be suffering a much worse fate. In fact, she understood sacrifice far better than most. Thank you, Your Majesty, she said with another nod. Despite saying otherwise, Arthur had a gift with words, a quality she had always admired. His voice was soothing to the ear, as were the confident and assured words spoken by it. You are too kind, my lord. I am honored to be welcomed so warmly. Your chivalry is more than even I could have hoped for. She paused. I have long desired to meet you as well, my lord...my brother. From this point onward Your Majesty will always have the support of his sister, a love which knows no bounds. When he squeezed her hand, Morgana inhaled deeply, relishing in the feeling of his slightly roughened skin against her own. He stepped backward once more to address the court at large and she found herself very nearly distracted by him. He was radiant . She was surprised by his invitation. If Your Highness wishes it, then it would be my honor to attend. Another small smile, pretty and almost coy, as though it were something reserved for Arthur alone. For you, brother? I assure you, I have all the time in the world... if it pleases you, you may take supper in my chambers. Indeed, there is much to talk about. I look forward to it. Until then, my lord, she curtsied marginally, my maiden will escort me to the council chamber, where I will not be the only one anxious to speak with you. Morgana turned from him and approached her maids. Elside removed her mistress' heavy cloak, revealing more of her heavenly form, more tantalizing expanses of white skin. Elside handed the cloak off to another handmaiden, and walked dutifully beside Morgana as the lady made her way to the council chamber. As she walked away Morgana glanced, just once over her shoulder at Arthur, unsmiling, but with unmistakable kindness. This was the start of something new, and the blossoming of something both sweet...and potentially sinister. But for now, she would be just a sister looking warmly upon a brother. Several long hours later, Morgana was in her antechamber, which was large enough to allow for a good-sized table, several chairs, and it's own small fireplace. The main chamber itself was enormous and more than fit for a queen. Her accommodations were generous, and she'd taken to them quite nicely already. She was settled in a chair at the dining table, though it was turned to face the doorway in anticipation of her brother's arrival. Start a fire, will you? she said to Branwen, whilst Elside was brushing her hair. The circlet and veil had been removed, and the maiden was now brushing the dark locks and pulling them away from Morgana's face, pinning them back into a large bejeweled clip. The table was set rather simply with a platter of cooked and salted herring, a basket of bread, a tankard of wine, as well as a small jug of sweet mead and some plums for dessert. Morgana was still in her gown from earlier, as she'd seen no reason to make all the fuss of a change of wardrobe for what may not even be that long of a supper. She wasn't sure what to expect from Arthur. All the same, she was excited. She would finally get the chance to know him, and for him to know her in turn, and that was something she had been waiting for her entire life it seemed. Finally, when she could hear footsteps ringing in the corridor just outside, Morgana stood up, which nearly knocked Elside off her feet. The King and I will require privacy. You may entertain yourselves as you wish until I call for you. Yes m'lady, they both said, their curtsies practically in unison. They went to the large double doors to the private chamber, and in a moment were gone from sight. Morgana herself walked to the main entrance, and opened it just as Arthur arrived there. I heard you coming, she admitted, the apples of her cheeks colored pale pink. There was that little smile again. It could appear sweet and innocent, or as sly as a fox, depending on the light... Please, she said, opening the door more widely and gesturing for him to step inside.