Unfortunately for the pair,
there was scarce a time that Morgana was WRONG.
Though the times that she was, she would not admit it ; PRIDE far
too strong an anchor within her yet she was not foolish. She knew
that it would be her head following the thousands that had rolled
upon Camelot’s floor were Uther to find out who she truly was. It
was better this way. It was better for her to remain silent for their
time would come.
❛One day, ❜ came the whisper as hands rose to clasp either side of his face,
words a breath ‘pon his lips. ❛One day we will be together. No more hiding. ❜
♘—» "One day,“ he echoed. “‘Tis a dream worth living for.”
A final kiss upon sweet lips and he departed with a tear
sprinting down his cheek. It was wiped before he left her
chamber and replaced grief and longing with the facade of a
heartless warrior. The knight kept to the shadows until he was
far from the corridors of the King’s ward. It was easy to leave
the castle undetected, and he could taste freedom on his
tongue.
"Halt! No one is to leave the castle tonight. King’s orders.“
Too late–with only a moment’s hesitation, the knight made
his way back to the room he had stolen into hiding for the past
several weeks after becoming acquainted with the Lady. He
could not since then convince himself to leave.
