Morgana stopped movement and she turned sharply to look at him, both an anger and a hurt in her eyes as if he'd just randomly nicked her with his sword. How dare he? How DARE he!? She'd told him that she hadn't lied. She told them both. She'd been attempt to protect Gwen and him ... Arthur had no leg to stand on. Gwen, she would have taken it from her, because maybe ... maybe she should have something. "Don't you dare say that I lied to you, Arthur Pendragon. Don't you dare have the nerve to say such a thing ever again. I went to you. Do you not remember? I went to you twice. Once you mocked me. You mocked me, Arthur. And any other person would have left it at that. Nevertheless, because I feared for your stupid life. I went to you again. You had me sent away! You would have rather go after that animal, brandishing your sword than take the time to hear what I had to say. I was hysterical, Arthur. I was scared for you. I tried to warn you. And what did you do? You ignored me a second time. So forgive me if I didn't go screaming through the castle when I found out that I was a witch. When I kept on having dreams about your idiotic life ending." Her bearing was straight and rigid. And she waited for his answer, momentarily forgetting that Gwen was there in her anger.