Pairing/s: None really
Character/s: Morgana, Uther
Warnings: Original character death
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 103, Bitter
Author's Notes: Morgana didn't go mad, she got mad.
The acrid tang of the pyre hung over the courtyard though the fire had burned out days before. The stones had been cleared of everything but a greasy stain that was once a human being.
A girl, no older than fourteen, accused of using witchcraft to seduce a handsome rich boy. Morgana saw the truth in the boy’s eyes, the betrayal in the girl’s tears. This was not witchcraft but an influential father not wanting his son married to a poor, used maid.
The father and son had stood at Uther’s side, watching as the “sorceress” burned. Morgana screamed inside.