[She heard Arthur shout after her as she stumbled into the hall, catching up her skirts in one hand. The dresses she'd worn at court - the ones she'd been wearing since coming here - weren't remotely made for running. She couldn't outrace him, she didn't know who to turn to--
But she didn't hear him running after her, either. At the end of the hall, before darting down the stairs, Morgana turned to see Arthur paused outside her room. Her heart was hammering, but she still shouted at him.]
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But she didn't hear him running after her, either. At the end of the hall, before darting down the stairs, Morgana turned to see Arthur paused outside her room. Her heart was hammering, but she still shouted at him.]
Have a change of heart, brother?