One So Small

Morgana raced through the house, and finally reached her father\'s study. She slowed as she entered the room, though her breathing was a bit heavier then usual. She spotted her father sitting once again in his chair, drinking something amber colored, and as she neared him she caught the faint odor of what made her father act - different sometimes. She smiled at him, and kept her voice low and pleasant, in case this was one of the times he was - different.

\"Da, is it true?\"

He nodded absently and patted his lap. \"Come sit with me before you leave.\"

She bobbed her head and climbed onto his lap. \"I could never leave without telling you good-bye, Da.\" She smiled again, and for a brief instant you could see the young girl she actually was.

\"Of course you couldn\'t Morgana. Aren\'t I always your favorite, as you are mine?\" His speech was slightly slurred and his breath was sour as he breathed it into her face, but she ignored it and concentrated on her father\'s eyes.

\"Of course, Da.\" She kissed him softly on his cheek and tilted her head. \"Who does he want me to kill, Da?\"

He shrugged and took another drink, frowning slightly at the child in his lap. \"Does it matter?\"

She recognized the warning flash of darkness in his eyes and shook her head violently. It seemed as if the walls of the room were closing in suddenly as she found it desperately hard to breathe. \"No Da...just curious.\" As the darkness left his eyes she relaxed, and the walls seemed to go back to their proper place. Her father took another drink and shifted in his seat, his hand gripping her waist firmly.

\"You remember who loves you best, hmm?\" She nodded and smiled, knowing who loved her the most. After all, he showed her all the time, didn\'t he? He relaxed his grip on her waist and patted her head. \"Off with you now.\"

She slipped of his lap, stretching on tip toe to kiss him on his cheek, and then walked out of the room to where Lord Pendragon was waiting.

Left alone, the man loosed himself from his trousers, stroking himself slowly as he thought of her. When she was done with her task, and she arrived home, he would remind her once again how much he loved her. Soon his breath was coming faster, and with a grunt of his daughters name he shot himself carelessly on the floor below him. He finished his drink and got up from the chair, tucking himself in his trousers and making his way from the room, leaving his glass absently on a table on his way out.

Lord Pendragon paced impatiently. his unease growing more the longer he stayed in this house. A shadow of darkness seemed to hang in every room, and her eyes... He shivered and tried to forget the way young Morgan\'s eyes had lit up at the mention of killing. He had no problem with death, nor with killing, but the way they seemed to have groomed this child was unsettling, to say the least.

His thoughts halted as he saw the girl come skipping toward him, eyes shining with pleasure and - something else that he couldn\'t place. He shook his head and opened the door, causing a gust of wind to blow in, making her hair swing wildly about her face giving her a haunted, distant look. She nodded and made her way outside quickly, not even bothering to take her cloak with her, so intent on the end result of the journey. She clambered up into his waiting carriage and sat down with a soft plop, and looked expectantly at him through the open door.

He walked from the house, shutting the door behind him as he to climbed into the carriage, and with a closed fist he pounded on the front of the carriage to let his driver know he could begin the long journey home. Two days with this unsettling child, and they could end none to soon for him.

Morgana tilted her head slightly and smirked at him, a disturbingly adult expression, and then it occurred to him what he had seen shining in her eyes. Lust. That\'s what had been shining in her eyes. And was once more. She got up slowly, unsteady because of the way the carriage was forced to plow through the snow, rocking it back and forth violently at times. With a dark little smile, she clambered up on his lap, wriggling slightly before settling herself comfortably, at least for her.

\"Do you think I\'m pretty, Lord Pendragon?\" A seemingly innocent question that any young girl might ask. But this wasn\'t any young girl - and as she wriggled once more, he knew the question wasn\'t innocent either.

He nodded sharply, aware of an uncomfortable hardening in his trousers that he attempted to ignore. She was a child after all, no matter if she was treated as an adult most of the time. She wrapped her thin arms around his neck suddenly, and nuzzled her face into his neck, murmuring softly. \"You don\'t think I\'m pretty at all, do you?\"

He swallowed a lump and cleared his throat a few times, trying to keep his voice neutral as he spoke, succeeding for the most part. \"Of course you\'re pretty, Morgana, very beautiful, in fact...\"

She lifted her head up and grinned at him, and shifted slightly so she was pressing her backside into his growing hardness, despite his best intentions to control himself. \"How long until we reach your home, Lord Pendragon?\"

\"Call me Uther, my dear, and a journey of about two days, should the weather hold out.\" The words slipped from his mouth before he had a chance to catch them, and he wondered if she was using magic... But no, he\'d sense it, no matter how powerful she was, wouldn\'t he?

Morgana let one hand fall from around his neck and shifted once again, so the hand she now held at her side brushed against his swollen organ, causing him to stifle a groan. She pouted slightly and sighed. \"Will you play with me, then?\"

He cleared his throat once more and nodded. \"Erm, yes, play - what exactly did you have in mind?\"

Her face grew cold and her lips curled up in an evil smirk. She deliberately stroked him this time, squeezing her small hand around him through the thin fabric which seemed almost strained to the breaking point by now.