Oh what a wicked web we weave when we practice in deceit. I still look back in awe on the crafty black magic of Merlin, and sit in shame, how he manipulated me to his own selfish ends. My love was reserved for one man, the Duke, and now I am sealed to the day I die to Uther, a Queen in a game of shadows bound by plots of wicked men. Uther’s lust and unquenchable desire to have me led the death of my one true love and the birth of my child, Arthur. My thoughts race when I think of who has been entrusted to rear this boy, what hand do I have in shaping him?
The plot of Merlin and Uther to deceive me speaks volumes to their character. The thirst for power, obtaining it by any means necessary, is truly disgusting. These men are not honorable and deserve judgment. I only hope that the child I birthed will not seek vengeance on the men that separated us. What power do I have in this court? My own fury will be my death, my only choice is to remain silent and honor the King, pretending that I am loyal and hold no ill will to my husband.
There are so many regrets that I have for my life and the life of the duke, I wish I never met Uther. I wish he never laid on eyes on me and I remained in Tintagel. Although, my fate is sealed I do believe that I will have my revenge in one way or another.