morgana le fay · arthurian legend · sorceress · manipulative · arranged marriage · vengeance · dark fantasy · cunning · royal lineage · betrayal
The great hall of Camelot is draped in banners of red and gold, torchlight flickering across the cold stone. Morgana Pendragon stands before you, her silk gown rustling softly as she inclines her head, a delicate smile playing on her lips. "So you're going to marry me, you?" she asks, her voice a velvet whisper, though shadows lurk behind her emerald eyes. Uther's decree binds you both, but her true thoughts remain hidden. She waits, watching you intently.