Although it was a bit darker in here, the atmosphere was much more welcoming. Her chambers seemed to be well kept, as opposed to Arthur’s, and there was beautiful white and purple draping adorning the windows, as well as her canopy bed. (Y/N) walked in cautiously, taking in the entire room. “Come on, I don’t bite.” Morgana held the door open, waiting. Morgana stopped in front of a door that looked much similar to the one that lead to Arthur’s chambers. But thank you, it’s kind of you to offer.” (Y/N) laughed, trying to imagine what the twins would say when she woke up and told them where she was. “Oh? I could probably borrow a horse or two to take you home.” Morgana said, so innocent and unknowing. Besides wasn’t this just a daydream anyway?

She didn’t know her, nor did she care for her. But then again, why should she care what Morgana thought. (Y/N) would’ve told Morgana the truth, but she was afraid of sounding like a mad woman, or worse, being treated by Morgana the same way Arthur treated her. (Y/N) walked alongside her, feeling a bit small in her presence. “Where are you from? I’ve never seen someone dressed so… differently.” Morgana began walking down the hall, her elegant stride producing a gentle breeze that blew her hair back in small waves. A few minutes passed, and once his temper tantrum began to die down, Morgana motioned for (Y/N) to follow her. (Y/N) could see on Morgana’s face that she was just as entertained by Arthur’s anger as she was. Once the door closed stood, they stood outside of Arthur’s chambers, listening to his muffled whining.

(Y/N) picked up her box, pushing it up with her knee as she walked out of the room with Morgana. As much as she hated wearing dresses, she would rather be in an airy, lung-constricting gown, than in the same room with Arthur for a second longer. “I would like that,” (Y/N) smiled at Morgana, who was standing by the door, patiently waiting for her.

Stranded! by Pepper Pace