Character/s: Morgana, Uther
Summary: Uther questions Morgana about her marriage proposal.
Word Count: 356
Prompt: 308, "This is Me"
Author's Notes: :)
“You wanted to see me, father?” Morgana asked as she entered Uther’s study. Morgana knew exactly why Uther had called her here, and knew it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. She readied herself and looked at the father she’d only known half her life.
“Yes, Morgana. Please sit.” Uther indicated the chair across the table from his.
“No, thank you,” she told him, “I’ll stand.”
“Suit yourself.” Once Morgana stood in front of him, he started. “It has come to my attention that you have received a proposal of marriage.”
“I suppose Arthur told you that.”
Morgana made a mental note to eviscerate Arthur later. “Yes, Merlin has asked me to marry him, and I’ve accepted him.”
Uther’s lip curled. “Merlin. I thought you’d been spending too much time with him.”
“Father, I love him, and I’m going to marry him. As soon as I can, in fact.”
Uther stood. “He has no right—”
“He has every right. We’ve been dating for years, father. For years, behind your back, because we knew you’d react like this.”
“He has no title, no lands, no name to speak of.”
Morgana shook her head. “That may be, but it doesn’t matter to me.”
“I forbid you to marry him.”
“Forbid me? Why, father? You let Arthur marry a ‘nobody,’ why not me?”
“Arthur gave me no choice. It was her or he was going to cut himself off from me, from everything he’d inherit.”
“If that’s what I have to do, then I will do it.” She turned to leave.
She whirled around. “This is me, father, the real me. I’m marching to the beat of my own drum. And it saddens me that you won’t support us, but I’m going to do what I know is right. Goodbye, father.”
She turned again and left the room to the sound of him yelling her name, but she didn’t look back. Fortunately, she’d already packed a bag of her things and sat it by the front door. She picked up the bag and opened the door to walk to her freedom. To her Merlin.