The curse was lifted, it had been for two days and still Merlin had not kept up his end of the deal. Camelot had not recovered yet and that was his excuse, though the Ghosts were gone and the fog that had clouded the eyes of all who had been victim to Nimueh were now free and safe from torture. Yet there still remained the disorientated expressions. What had happened and who had caused it? People still blamed Uther, the man who promised no magic would befall them once he was crowned. He had failed hadn't he? Magic was feared more than ever now, though Merlin knew the real culprit and though his anger was directed at her, he too could not control his rage toward the King. Nimueh would never have done it if it weren't for his tyranny. Uther had caused this, even if his participation had been in the past.
After making sure Arthur was as close to alright as he could be, Merlin had put all his attention into ignoring the Dragon's call, into ignoring the niggling feeling that reminded him that Nimueh was waiting and her target was still in the castle. Could he really do this? He thought honestly, that he could not... But he had to now, the same way he had to free the Dragon. He was going to bring further destruction on a city that was already crumbling and to a King who was already failing. There was no one he could turn to, no one who would understand. Even in the lonliest days of the curse, Merlin had never felt more lost and more in solitude than he did now. It was growing dark outside and after setting down a meagre meal of bread and soup before Gaius, he grabbed a bottle of Valerian extract from the shelf and hid it in his pocket. Knowing his Guardian, in the current state of affairs, would not notice a missing bottle. His eyes had lingered on the Hemlock root not long too ago, he'd never been able to kill Morgana, was he really now going to discard her?
He picked up Morgana's usual sleeping drought and with a faux cheerful wave to Gaius he left the room. He took the walk slowly until finally he came to a quiet alcove the floor below Morgana's rooms. Placing both viles on the window sill there, he opened Morgana's usual remedy, poured a quarter out of the window and filled it up with the Valerian. The effect would hopefully put her to sleep immediately, Merlin was no physician but he knew Valerian was strong and he had not given her much. He wasn't sure how powerful it could be. He pushed the corks back into both, held Morgana's in his hand so tightly he thought the glass might break and had to loosen it, his sweaty hands making it a tough job. The second bottle, he hid in his pocket again. Placing a smile on his face and trying his best to calm his wild heart, Merlin jumped from his hiding spot, and marched toward her rooms, he took her stairs two at a time and after two more deep breaths, knocked on her door.
Gwen would be gone now, she'd have sorted Morgana's dinner already and likely have gotten her ready for bed, he had no reason to believe his friend would return. He hoped it would take her til at least morning to annouce the King's Ward's disappearance.
Stitching was a little tedious sometimes, but tonight it was tempering her restless, dark mood. She stitched a few lines, and then looked out of the open shutters. She could smell the stone, warmed by weeks and weeks under a hot sun. The rushes on the floor had be strewn with lavender and herbs to scent the air, and incense burned in a corner. The fire was low, but a maid had put an iron pot on to warm wine - something she knew she was indulging in a little too much recently. She could have done it herself very easily, but what would have been the point? The maid would have had nothing to do, and just been made to occupy her time with folding sheets or some other inane task.
The events of the past several weeks were a little numb to her. She was used to seeing dead relatives in her dreams. But her father, Gorlois, mottled and grey like a corpse at the end of her bed? That....was something different. He had just stared at her with his clear white, dead eyes, standing in judgement against her sins and her selfishness. On the last night before it had all stopped, he had screamed at her like a nightmarish banshee and then disappeared in a shadowy mess. At first she had thought it was one of her dreams again, until she'd heard that everyone else had been visited.
But now it was over, and as much as she wanted to know where it had come from, she also wanted to forget for now.
The young maid bustled in casually, wisps of dark hair escaping her wimple. She mumbled to herself in Breton, and then looked up at Morgana, spoke. She shook her head, arched a brow ]b]"Debret 'meus"[/b] and continued stitching. The maid nodded, poured out the wine and and fiddled a bit before bustling out again. As the maid left, Morgana put down her sewing and reached under the cloth where a small ceramic phial was concealed. She took out the stopper and poured something into the wine, stirring with a stray darning needle.
The smallest, slightest drop of deadly nightshade. Hallucination inducing. Made her more able to block out the dark thoughts that crept into her mind as she lie awake at night. On occasion it made the darkness worse. But hopefully....not tonight.
There was a knock at the door, and quickly Morgana took a few large gulps of the wine and shoved it back down again. She tugged at her patterned green wool shift, and walked over to open it "Merlin...you're here later than normal..." she narrowed her eye at him a little suspiciously. Probably stopping to talk with the maids or something, Gwen, whoever else was silly and audacious enough to be up at this hour "Come in" she motioned with a slight nod of her head and walked in, leaving the door wide. She sat down again and sipped at the laced wine. Hopefully he hadn't developed Gaius's physician's nose, poison ivy had a slight scent.
"My sleeping draught as usual? Always makes me feel like a child again" she couldn't help but smirk, and probably looked at Merlin a little icily. It wasn't his fault, but every time she saw him at her door she wanted to reach her hands around his neck and squeeze it.
She swallowed and grinned a little, although it probably looked a little twisted. She held out her hand, wiggling her finger "Come one then, lets get it over and done with"