There is going to be a familiar giggle in the dream and an even more familiar tone of voice.

"Look at the great Arthur Pendragon, lazing about. I shall have to tell the knights."

"Why do you make that a question? Is anyone else going to tell the crown prince he is being so lazy?"

She settles on a divan nearby, propping her head on her hand.

Just as Arthur doesn't realize he's dreaming, Morgana doesn't realize she's a part of that dream.

Then again, she may not be a part of the dream after all. Dreams can be tricky like that and Morgana would know that better than anyone.

"I am not going to let you deflect this, Arthur. You were sleeping! In public! Where everyone could see!"

A servant walks by, and doesn't even acknowledge Morgana.

That Morgana says nothing about running the kingdom should be rather noticeable, given her attitude.

"When is Monmouth any help at all? But as you are so worn out, perhaps I should step in and help where Monmouth cannot."

"I cannot recall a single time." She looks at the palace room, as another servant ignores her.

"Something's not right yet Arthur. Can you feel it?"

"I was out for a ride. It is a lovely day." If she sounds like she's gloating that she's been outside while he's been stuck inside, it's because she is.

Being out for a ride might nit pinpoint the time, but her next comment would. "I can see Uther is still making you do penance for being so insistent about marrying Sophia." She looks very superior to him, given how right she was, and imagine, she doesn't even know how right she truly was.

Morgana looks at him like he's hit his head. "Yes, her. I cannot imagine some girl actually wanting to marry you."

Actually she can and shes quite sure he'll be a complete sap for her, but she's certainly never going to tell him that.

"Do I get to tell people I helped you, or would that injure your pride too greatly?"

"May I continue to gloat at you? Perhaps when that manservant of yours is in the room?"

She's far too amused, and easy going right now to be real. Then again, perhaps she's getting some proper sleep of her own.

Hugging between them at this time is rare, particularly because of the pesky rumours, but she's going to take the papers.

"And these are in relation to?" She's expecting there's got to be more information than what's here.

Morgana's standing off to the side, watching the events in fury. Beside her stands Morgause, whispering in her ear.

She turns her head to see Gwen in a dress she long ago found with Arthur.

"That is the problem." Morgana is now beside him, a little more angry than before but overall, the main tone is hurt.

"I am always ignored for someone else. Then again, my dear brother, is the problem that you do not pay attention, and are easily distracted?"

Morgana nods toward Gwen, to prove her point, "Beautiful, is she not? That dress looks lovely on her."

There is a big difference between the attention she gets at feasts, and having those around her notice the changes that went on. Particularly in the past couple of years. Morgana's always been Arthur's other side, the one to give him other opinions, and even that's been mostly replaced by Merlin.

If Arthur pays too much attention to the resplendent Gwen, he may turn back to see Morgana's disappeared back to Morgause's side. Morgause isn't paying the least bit of attention to the proceedings.

"Your betrayal was first. Siding with your father." If anything, she's more resigned than anything, as the dream Morgause wants to lead Morgana away from things.

"You would have let him kill me, if you had known I had magic."

Perhaps Arthur needs to know this for the future. Perhaps this is a chance for him to ask what he wants, or a chance to learn what was missed.

"You would think that. Yet, tell me one person with magic who has been spared."

This apparition, or whatever she may be of Morgana, looks at him, full of assessment. "You cannot defy your father, not openly."

She turns the question back on him. "How many people with magic were slaughtered looking for me? I never asked to come back, Arthur but if I was to be forced back, to avoid more slaughter, what else did you expect me to do?"

And there is an answer to her question. "Those who live within the city are not innocent. They are the ones who most supported the King. They cheered at executions of children. They stood by while an entire culture was destroyed. Do not tell me they are innocent."

"And what trial was ever fair in Camelot? Tell me one person accused of performing, or consorting with magic that had any chance of going free, without something drastic, usually done by one of us."

Morgana does not take kindly to the slander against Morgause, the same way she would have for Arthur, years ago. "Not to me. She is the only person in my life who does not."

"I am not the one to convince them of that. It was our father. The one who would present himself as the devastated widower, only to unleash a war on those not looking for it. They already thought magic was evil. I no longer know how to change that than to eliminate those who enforce the policies of mass slaughter against them, by whatever means I can."

She looks at him, and the tone comes back, the one that is more hurt. "I did not ask you to come look for me. There was nothing sent for ransom, nor any reports of my death. Why could you not let me disappear?"