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Morgana slammed the door to her chambers, then proceeded to fall face first into her mattress, letting out an exasperated scream into a nearby pillow. Arthur is an absolute nightmare, she thought.
A voice, slightly familiar but warped by the distance between minds, responded with a laugh. Fuckin’ mood.
Hello? Morgana thought hesitantly.
Wait. The voice stopped short. That wasn’t just me thinking?
I’m afraid not. Why are you in my thoughts, if you don’t mind me asking?
The voice seemed to laugh. You think I know? Who are you, anyway?
That was a question Morgana refused to be the first to answer. Who are you?
I asked you first.
Morgana scoffed, making sure the sound translated loud and clear across whatever mind-channels she and the voice were speaking through. Do I seem to be the kind of person who cares?
I’m… someone else who is annoyed by Arthur, the voice declared hesitantly.
Morgana almost laughed aloud. Merlin?
Morgana? the voice— Merlin— responded. But how—
You have magic? Morgana interrupted.
… would you believe me if I said no?
Nope.
Figured as much. Yeah, I do, and I suppose the same of you?
Yup, Morgana confirmed.
Merlin huffed a laugh. This will be interesting.
Petition to make Arthur’s life a living hell via illegal magic?
That seems a bit excessive.
A week of living hell.
I’m listening… what’d he do to you, anyway?
Morgana grinned evilly. He insinuated that my general capabilities as a human being were lesser than that of a horse. Among other things. With that said, I suggest we turn him into—
It won’t work. He’s already as dumb as an ox.
So… we just annoy the shit out of him?
Deal.