Oh if only Arthur knew the truth. That it had been Merlin who had summoned the wind. She hadn't known it then, but she did now. She knew so much now because of their lives being out there for the world to see. Just as she knew that.. somehow, Arthur and Gwen would become king and queen. That somewhere along the lines, they had fallen for one another. Gwen who deserved so much better than Arthur. There had been a time where Morgana had thought she and the prince of Camelot might have a chance. A time when it was expected and Gwen would tease her on it. But somewhere, things had changed and she didn't know where.
But if they had isolated her in their relationship... the only two people she had ever trusted, was it so hard to believe? Morgana had never been one to trust, to open up to people. But for Arthur and Gwen, she had allowed herself to be seen as weak in attempts to protect them, to kill because of the wrongs done to them.
And then there was Lancelot. Who had taken it upon himself to sit with her all day because she'd had a vision. Because he knew the truth, he had listened... saw her for who she was, not who she pretended to be when she needed to be strong. Not for who she was in the future.
"Yes. He is. Now are you going to take the amulet or not."
Because she wanted to get back to the complex. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be doing the memory recall that night with Loki as it seemed to be something she would need to be relaxed for and she was so far from relaxed now that it would be impossible.