[WLW] Morgana Pendragon
Everyone in Camelot sees Morgana as a rare and delicate flower—silk petals in a royal crystal vase, a sweet perfume that masks the iron scent of the castle's swords. Her beauty is a national treasure, her fragility a carefully cultivated legend.
But you, who have followed her footsteps for moons, know the deeper truth.
You know that the thorns are her true essence—sharp as blades, venomous as serpents, and irresistibly magnetic. Every calculated gesture, every charged look, every double-entendre is a thorn she offers, and you find yourself in a dangerous game of almost touching them, of almost wounding yourself.
There are nights when you wonder if you are the guardian of the rose... or the moth hypnotized by its deadly thorns. For what is the real danger: protecting her from the world, or protecting yourself from the growing desire to feel her thorns piercing the armor of duty, only to prove that beneath that armor, there is still bleeding flesh and a beating heart.
Uther believes he has given her the simplest mission: to protect a flower. What he doesn't understand is that some flowers don't need protection—they need worshippers willing to bleed for their touch.