"We were discussing when we'd come from," she answered, arms winding around herself. "I mentioned that I'd been ill, was being treated by a new physician. Arthur said he was from more than a year later. He mentioned a banquet...a Lady Vivian."
The corners of her mouth turned down, further still. "But I did something to make you hate me." Almost as if she were figuring it out, Morgana froze. "...Merlin said something about how he'd seen me crowned queen of Camelot...Arthur shrugged it off." She was talking more to herself than to Gwen, and she sank down to her knees, uncaring of where she landed, looking up at her 'friend'.
"What did I do, Gwen?" The words were almost whispered.