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[Merlin] Beauty unfolds the untold Our breathing (2 / 13)

Chapter Two.


The doors were wide open and the room laughed Uther something that probably had just been told by his host.

"Did you know that we would have company?" Morgana asked calmly, though the idea of a night of frivolous chatter and the male will not particularly enthusiastic.

"I knew I had to get an ambassador from a neighboring kingdom, but I had no idea had already arrived," he explained quickly, before passing the threshold of being forced to remain silent and not to be heard by their guest.

"You can always count on your amazing insight, Arthur. Who could deny that you are equipped the nose of a hound? "he said ironically, showing her best smile as they went in the room" Finding a clue miles away. "

He found nothing to replicate and restrained with difficulty a line of irritation "Have you finished?" He asked trying to sound bored "Rather, he tries to behave well." Advised her, treating her like a spoiled child for do not let them have the last word.

Morgana looked at him sideways and he got a smile transverse "I will give the best of me "granted him with a smile that erased to Arthur," I have noticed your inability to deliver a speech that made sense to be able to be of some interest, "he said, and turned Uther and toward his host that he was now in front of them, ready for the formal presentations.

Sir William Colburn had the appearance of a harmless man used to having to do with the rooms flooded with cards, the accounts referred to master and more of an ego to keep at bay. His eyes were clear and half her face covered by a beard that made him almost paternal. Perhaps that was why Morgan graciously accepted her compliments, rather than being annoyed as usual.

Arthur thought it was further proof of the absurdity of that girl, who was so used to be complimented on his appearance to give very little weight. Perhaps he had learned to believe the praise that was due to be presented and for this he could not appreciate them. And he certainly did not need more reasons not to make him. Morgana

interventions were moderate, both for the boredom that the charges for the label. It would be scandalous to show their guests that a woman had personal opinions equipped wit a guest who came to offer thanks and promises of friendship of a king who had just acquired his kingdom by his father who had reigned for thirty years with vigor and machismo, and she was not so foolish as not to know what was good for Camelot. She took, however, enjoyed the satisfaction of glances every time Arthur was forced to smile static and frustrated at something that did not agree or who simply had no interest.

Morgana was always amused to take his rare moments of rebellion to the role in which he was dropped at birth as well, boasting beliefs free from doubt and a legacy that was the envy of the rest of Britain. You could almost hear the thoughts that crossed my mind, thoughts of boredom, fantasy duel as he tried to distract himself from a tedious conversation and watched the roasted guinea fowl on his plate, thinking that he would prefer the oysters.

"I know there will be a tournament in a few days, and the mastery of your son Arthur with the sword came up to my ears, so that I sincerely regret not being able to attend," said Sir Colburn finished dinner while all four were walking in the armory.

At that moment she saw the smile turned fake Arthur in a more gentle and sincere.

Lord Devon Ainsworth was a man of twenty-seven whose sophistication does not come close to that of many of his peers but who boasted of honest ways that were equally attractive. Morgan had been with nothing less than a perfect example of kindness and interest he had shown while not imposing his court was a nice change compared to the nobles who wish to advance their claims as if they were, and spoke of undying love in not moving she just was not feeling the frustration.

Arthur had made his acquaintance with the usual pesandolo convenience, and considered him only as an opponent in the tournament. Sometimes to Morgana seemed that the only aspiration of life of some men would find a way painful to get killed.

"I do not know if what they say of my skills as a champion of Camelot is true, of course Lord Ainsworth will be the first to discover it" and despite his measured words of Arthur's smile showed that hardly a certainty and impatience could go unnoticed.

Sir Colburn full approval nodded and turned to Uther asking the dating of one of the shields on the wall.

Morgan continued to observe them, speaking softly to Arthur, just two steps away from her.

"Some volta sembra che tu viva solo in attesa di puntare le armi su qualcuno” commentò infastidita dalla generale idea che gli uomini trovassero tanta soddisfazione nella reciproca sopraffazione “Il giorno in cui perderai non troveremo modo efficace per porre rimedio al danno che l’evento causerà alla tua considerazione di te stesso”

“Fortunatamente quel giorno non si presenterà presto” commentò lui ironico “Piuttosto, dovremo pensare noi ad un modo efficace per porre rimedio alla delusione che si rivelerà essere il tuo Lord Ainsworth”

Lei lo guardò with the usual lack of interest as he smiled with his eyes made more alive by irritation.

seemed very stupid to give Morgan a consideration so high in a tournament, but assumed that for a prince, the son of a king named Uther Pendragon as resonant, was vital to demonstrate to their knights and the realm of being able to happen more than worthy of his father, as a fighter and leader, and he penetrated beyond certain topic, however, that Arthur would only be able to be further irritated by that kind of speech and would soon nell'irritare her. When we parted

l’uno dall’altra quella sera, né Uther né Sir Colburn poterono vedere l’espressione di sfida dietro la cortesia dei loro modi e dei loro ampi sorrisi.


Morgana tornò nelle sue stanze e lentamente cominciò a liberarsi dell’abito che aveva indosso e dai gioielli. Quando raggiunse la sua camera da letto aveva solamente la sua veste da notte e sorrise alla vista dei fiori nel vaso che stava al centro del tavolino, dono – certamente – di Sir Colburn, e di uno scrigno di legno inciso di simboli contenete uno splendido bracciale d’oro formato da due serpenti intrecciati.

Decise che lo avrebbe portato il giorno dopo in onore del loro gentile ospite, e se Arthur avesse mal dedotto l’autore di quel dono non si sarebbe presa il disturbo di chiarirne la vera provenienza.

Non era stanca, motivo per il quale si spazzolò i capelli più a lungo del solito, e si pentì di aver concesso la serata libera a Gwen perché almeno così avrebbe avuto qualcuno con cui chiacchierare, e a cui raccontare quanto era infantile e vanesio Arthur la maggior parte del tempo. Eppure era un’idea egoista usare il tempo di Gwen a suo piacimento, solo per addolcire il tedio di certe sere. Giocherellò con il bracciale finché not put it on your wrist and when he looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed a bottle of perfume, he could not remember ever having seen on his desk, toilet when sniffed wrinkled nose from the excessive sweetness. It seemed that the smell for a moment clouded her mind. Probably it was a choice of Gwen, and he thought of a polite way to tell her that it was not his kind, maybe he would have liked him for himself.

He slipped between the covers with a strange anxiety, but the feeling aside and closed his eyes waiting for sleep, he came, and hopefully it will not would bring with him any of the horrible images that too often haunted his nights.

The next morning he woke to the cold and refused to open his eyes more snuggling under the sheets, but it was probably moved during the night and the blanket was probably slipped on the floor leaving her to freeze. There was light behind his eyelids, and thought that maybe Gwen had tried unsuccessfully to wake her up and went first to take the breakfast to let them enjoy the warmth of her bed a bit 'more. Unfortunately, the cool of the morning and the absence of the deck had deprived of sleep and she opened her eyes, resigned to his fate.

not put it into practice immediately, but while his body and his mind awoke his eyes saw the wall opposite his bed, and it was rough stone. He blinked and pulled the shutter down on the bed, now he was small and covered with a sheet and a tattered old blanket of skin of some animal that she could not recognize. The room was small and the window had no curtains. There were no mirrors, or other furniture except a petty cash that was discovered full of rags. He opened the door to peek down the hall and saw the servants of the castle, bustling in their morning tasks. A gust of wind moved the facendoglieli hair fall on her face and none of them recognized her when she tried to ask them what was going on. Only a woman with big cheeks covered in freckles and dirty flour replied "What do you want to happen? We have to prepare breakfast, as usual, "and squinted for a few seconds.

He could not blame her. Who could tell the lady of the castle dressed like that? With an old gray suit patched in several places and his hair a mess that covered her eyes. It was not his intention to admonish this, especially because otherwise strange voices have begun to spread about him. The terror that his dreams had also begun to move his body during the night and not only his state of mind, the terrified. At best they could considering it crazy, and isolate it in her room until they found a convent willing to host it to heal the good name of Pendragon and that of the Duchy of Cornwall. At worst they would have considered a puppet of magic and sentenced to death in order to eliminate a scourge from which they would have fear of being infected. For this reason, mingled with the servants of the castle, trying to go unnoticed until he could talk to Gwen and find a way to return to their rooms.

The rooster crowed and bake the bread and only then realized what it was early Morgana. Appears in a window and saw that face the courtyard where the animals were kept, and that some young people were taking eggs from chickens and milk some cows, in order to have real breakfast. For a moment he wondered how many people were needed to cater for the needs of the few and only the fat woman with freckles made her recover from his reflections, with a jerk that made her almost lose her balance.

"What do you do, wasters? "he asked without even looking at her face, babbling of eggs to be cooked and floors to sweep. She had never cooked eggs in her life, but in return he had no idea how to sweep, so he took the broom leaning in a corner and went to clean the yard.

men attending to the animals looked at her stealthily, very briefly, and lowered her face by ignoring it. It was not very accustomed to pass unnoticed, but the situation was so strange and it felt so uncomfortable to feel very grateful. She continued to sweep the courtyard, flooded by mud caused by heavy rain the night before and the old shoes wearing is dirty, and for the embarrassment he held her face down in an attempt not to meet anyone's gaze.

When completed the work, the sun was high and the kitchen was returning to a state of calm.

"Breakfast for Lady Morgana?" He asked, looking around, dazed from having to talk about herself in third person. The fat lady did not look up from the table on which he was plucking a chicken to replicate "Your servant has already taken away. Today you do not "

Morgana narrowed his eyes, confused. Obviously this woman Was he confusing it with another, probably with the owner of the clothes he was wearing, and the fact that she is careful not to show his face helped to further fuel the misunderstanding.

remained at work, waiting for another opportunity to sneak out and go back to their rooms. In these conditions nobody would make it closer to the wing reserved for the family, and she had no idea how to go unnoticed. He was very cautious in his movements, be careful not to look on his face, fearing to be recognized by someone and not know how to explain the clothes they wore or the fact that he spent the last few hours working as a scullery maid. Gwen finally saw in the courtyard in front of the castle. He recognized the new lavender dress and dark hair and smiled with relief. He walked towards her trying to hold off their reactions. She managed to not be discovered until then, and so had to continue until they had returned to his rooms and he could tell Gaius what had happened, to beg him to give her a remedy to prevent you from being still in a similar situation.

Gwen was watching Arthur, engaged in conversation with a lady while standing beside his horse, and she was almost glad because that would not have spared. When the friend turned around starting to walk in his direction, being careful not to soak the clothes in one of the large pools of water on the stone floor, it seemed that the sky was smiling. A few more feet would have someone to tell his misadventure. He moved the hair from his face met the eyes of the girl, feeling its rough skin and are keen to be able to take a warm bath and fragrant, and smiled. The other's eyes widened briefly, and covered his best to draw the obvious disturbance in turn a smile, then bowed his head quicker and walked past him.

Morgan stood, confused, looked back to see the silhouette of the girl who walked away.

Arthur's horse neighing that made her turn. He was holding him by the reins, talking in a low voice that calmed down and the lady who was with him, cocked his head to one side watching the scene. Morgan recognized the forced movements softened in order to draw the attention of the prince. It was something that often attended with his chagrin, and at a time like this would certainly not have attracted his interest, but something in the female figure in profile was horribly familiar, that chilled the bones leaving her to wait to be able to see her face to tell herself to breathe again. The girl put her hand to move the blacks long hair behind her ear and she saw his face. And she saw his face.

A strangled sound came from his throat. He felt the panic possession of his body fast and could not stop it, because any information coming to his brain too slowly. And before you can stop his legs was already running, and before you can stop his voice was already crying. Woman with

His face looked at her wide-eyed, clutching the arm of Arthur who turned to look at her confused by that gesture.

"Stop him," Morgan felt his voice to that order, which forced it to land at the hands of two guards and raised his face looking towards Arthur, from seeing the strands of hair that hung down over the view.

"Wait," he said quietly, while approaching the Lady remained motionless and tense "He must have scared because of my horse," he said, justifying his behavior, attributing it to fear that he could stay or Lady Morgana feriti.

“Arthur…” pronunciò il suo nome senza fiato mentre le guardie lasciavano la presa sui polsi che tenevano fermi dietro la schiena, e lui si voltò a guardarla per la prima volta da quando era arrivato ad intercedere per lei. Morgana spostò una ciocca di capelli dal viso, sentendo le dita bagnate lasciare una traccia sulla pelle ruvida. Guardando Arthur vide gli occhi blu allargarsi per un istante, prima che il viso riacquistasse la solita compostezza. Sicuramente ora si stava chiedendo chi fosse quella Lady se la vera Morgana era ai suoi piedi – letteralmente – vestita di stracci. Guardando verso il basso fece leva sui palmi aperti to get up from the ground remained on his knees, and saw a reflection in the patch of water. For a moment he paid no attention, but then moved and that reflex move at the same time and in the same direction. It was their image. An image that did not know.

's face, that perhaps he had known kindness one day away, now was half disfigured, so pale as to seem that of a corpse, covered with dust, and on one cheek, no scars or other signs - the right one - was a mole. She blinked and her face and sad-eyed stranger did the same. He raised la testa solo quando la voce di Arthur le domandò “Stai bene?”

Avrebbe voluto rispondere di sì, perché se la l’avesse fatto forse avrebbe potuto dire a sé stessa che era abbastanza forte da poter affrontare tutto questo, e perciò abbastanza forte da poter rimettere tutto a posto, ma annaspò solamente, prima di svenire.

TBC