Summary: Ygraine's dress may be the key to destroying Uther.
Word Count: 683
Prompt: #133, Wicked
Notes: Inspired by the photo at the end of the story
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
Triumphant, Morgana pulled it out of the trunk, rolled the fine silk and delicate embroidery between her fingertips. It was beautifully made but then of course it would be. After all, it was made for a queen, Uther's queen.
She was the reason Morgana was reviled, the reason magic users were burned in a cacophony of screams, polluting the castle with the smell of burning meat, lighting the courtyard with hair torch-bright as the victims caught fire.
She didn't hate the woman. She'd died long before Morgana had come to Camelot, and from all accounts she was a compassionate queen, tempering Uther's blind intransigence with understanding and love. Had she lived, the kingdom might have been a very different place.
But Uther wanted a male heir, wanted Arthur and he murdered Ygraine for it.
And now he would pay.
She had thought that the mandrake root would have been enough, would take hold of Uther's mind and drive him mad but he was fighting it. The visions of drowned children, of headless corpses, of women screaming as they melted into the fire didn't seem to worry Uther overmuch. Yes, he was whimpering a bit but then he'd shake it off, seem to pull himself away from the horror of it, as if he was proud of what he'd done.
Morgana wasn't going to accept that. She knew she needed to push him over the edge.
What better way than to glamour Ygraine's face over her own.
What better way to seek revenge on the man who used magic to get what he wanted and then punished everyone else when it went awry, when he used those with the gift and then destroyed them.
For a moment, she had to push away tears. When Morgause had first told her, she hadn't wanted to believe it. After all, he'd been like a father to her for so many years and while he was cruel, he'd treated her well, almost a daughter. But Morgause had shown her damning letters, and even the sacred crystals had shown truth in their depths.
She could no longer ignore what she'd known in her heart all along.
Uther had to be destroyed.
Quickly shrugging out of her clothes, she put the fragile gown on. There was still a delicate scent of roses and lavender clinging to Ygraine's dress and she felt a heartbeat of grief for her. But this wasn't about Ygraine, it was about Uther and she quickly shook the feeling off.
Determined, she tore at the delicate embroidery, the fine netting, shredding parts of it. It wouldn't do to appear too pristine. After all, Ygraine was dead and she should look the part after all.
By the time she was done, the dress hung on her in tatters. And it was perfect.
Time to act.
Gazing into the mirror, raising a hand and chanting out the words, for a brief moment, her eyes spun gold. She could feel the spell take hold but she didn't look any different in the glass. But then she knew she wouldn't. Reflections would always show her true form. She'd have to avoid them for as long as the glamour lasted.
Turning away from the mirror, she looked down to see fine gilt hair spilling over her shoulder. She ran her fingertips down the curls a moment, revelling in the silkiness and then looked more closely at her hand. It was thinner, foreign, in a way Morgana's had never been. And when she raised her palm to her cheek, her face felt different, softer somehow, more rounded.
The spell worked. It felt good, it felt real. It felt as if she would finally have enough to destroy him.
She looked one last time in the mirror, smiling to herself, and then turned toward the door.
Now it was time to find Uther, hopefully cowering in the shadows, and work her magic.
Ygraine's face, Ygraine's dress, and Uther's guilt at murdering a beloved wife. All coming together in one perfect moment to drive him mad.
She was looking forward to it.
I took a picture of Katie in Ygraine's dress one day at Pierrefonds (and after a scene where Uther looks into the well and goes mad). We never did see the scene where Morgana is wearing her dress so this is my explanation for it.