1: Morgana~I pinned my hair up looking into the shining mirror. "Mother?" a little voice rang behind me.
I turned to the small boy standing before me his long hair covering his face and I gave him a small smile. "Yes, Titanius?"
"Am I going to be meeting father today?" His big, black eyes shone up at me.
I leaned down and brushed back his hair looking into his eyes. "Yes, my dear boy. You must be on your best behavior but remember what I told you, alright?" His hair shook with the nod of his head and I smiled. "That's my boy."~
The dream ended and my eyes opened to the refined wood of my canopy bed. Sitting up, I pulled back my hair smiling. Magistar laid spread out next to me, snoring his disgusting pig noise and I scowled. "Men." I grumbled and gracefully pulled myself out of the bed gliding over to the mirror. Humming, I picked up my brush and let it slip through my hair. The nauseating sound of my husband sleeping grated against my ears repelling me from the room. I sauntered into the queen’s chambers and sat down in front of my personal mirror. A soft knock interrupted my peaceful song. “Who is it?” The same black hair from my dream slid in the door.
“Good morning, mother.” Titanius said with a small bow.
I stood smiling at him. “Good morning, my dear boy.” I moved his hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead.
“Is father awake?” Titanius asked.
“But why, mother?” Titanius said exasperated.
“You will not take that tone with me, young man.” I said putting in my earrings. I watched his face fall in the mirror then regain its usual emotionless gaze. “You will be attending to find a wife. It is time you had a woman by your side to control your behaviors.” I watched his face carefully but saw no hint of emotion. I stood smiling sadly at him and touched his cheek gently. “Be happy, my son. A woman is the best thing a man could gain.” I sat again not wanting to leave my chambers looking anything less than perfect. “Of course I will be choosing the women available to you but after that I will let you narrow it down to your top three.” I looked at his face and when I saw no amount of happiness I turned looking coldly at my son. “Say something, Titanius. It is rude not to respond.”
His mouth twitched then he slowly said “How generous of you, mother.”
I looked at him with a pleased smile. “It is my pleasure, son.” Again, I turned to my mirror. “You are dismissed, Titanius.” I watched him bow and leave. I looked to the beautiful woman in the mirror and smiled deviously. “Men.”