Title: Not Her Game
Rating: pg-13 just in case
Summary: No, she decided. I'm not going to be like that. Canon era.
Warnings: Someone dies.
Word Count: 370
Author's Notes: This is crap, but I missed the deadline last week and wanted to make it this week so.
This was new to her. Although she had technically commanded the immortal army during her failed attempt at taking over Camelot, the actual dirty work had been done by her sister. Morgause had been the smooth seductress. She would just have to look at a man, give him a sly smirk or at most place her hand gently on his arm, and the guy would be ready to lick her shoes in a blink of an eye. Morgana had watched awestruck when her sister wrapped the most dangerous of mercenaries around her finger and made them do anything she wanted while they remained blinded by a haze of lust.
Morgana had never had to do that, she had always been sheltered by Morgause. But now that her sister was dead, Morgana had been forced into this situation quite suddenly. She was sat on a high chair in the ruins of an old castle, facing Kahn, the leader of this group of mercenaries. Given the choice, she would not have bothered with recruiting sidekicks. Unfortunately, she was not as powerful as she wanted to be yet, and neither was Aithusa, and she was forced to accept the fact that she could not do this on her own.
But she had been brought up a princess. A proud, well-respected, untainted princess. She had had her fair share of fun with visiting nobles and princes, but she had never had to deal with people like Kahn. And she wasn't sure she wanted to start now.
She looked at the half dozen men in front of her. Kahn was smirking at her, and she felt dirty just looking at him look at her like she was a piece of meat. Even the thought of trying to be coquettish with him made her want to throw up.
No, she decided. I'm not going to be like that.
She flicked her wrist and sent Kahn flying and crashing against the wall behind the men.
"Anyone else have a problem with following my orders?" she asked the remaining men, her voice ringing out around the room. She saw more than one man start to tremble, and smiled.
Yes. This was going to work out well after all.