"What are you doing here, Morgause?" Asked Lancelot, eyes narrowing as he stared the beautiful woman down. At the moment, Arthur seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Lancelot, it's nice to see you." Her smile was pleasant and for some reason that made me feel even more wary of her.
"I can't say the same," responded Lancelot, hand on the hilt of his sword. "Not after everything you've done."
Her eyes widened with false innocence. "After what I've—" she broke off her sentence and smiled as if understanding something. "Oh... you mean sleeping with Arthur."
That seemed to shake Arthur from his trance. He glared at her, looking scarier than I've ever seen him look and he said, "You put a charm on me. What happened between us was not what I wished, Morgause. You only wanted to conceive the chi
