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“Morgana!” Mithian breathed out as she was forced to her knees in front of her.
“Princess Mithian,” she said, surveying her coldly. Her lips quirked into a smirk. “Are you ready to play a game to see just how much Arthur values his allies?”
Mitian shook her head and tried to get up before Morgana’s eyes turned gold, forcing her back onto her knees. “I will not deceive him. The people of Camelot are my friends.”
“Then you will watch as your father dies in misery,” she replied. “Perhaps this will change your mind.” She held out a bracelet and fastened it tightly to the princess’ arm despite her struggling to get her arm out of Morgana’s grip. Morgana’s eyes glowed gold again, and Mithian screamed and collapsed to the floor.
She started panting as she struggled to her knees - still, Morgana would not let her stand - but finally assented to her will.
Morgana swept out of the room. Soon, Camelot would be hers.