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She was ready. In fact, more than ready. She knew what was expected of her and the hatred boiling inside her made it all the more easier.
Hurting Uther, destroying him would be so sweet. With his dying breath he would wish he had never pusher her away, but it’d be too late. He would suffer and her dear brother would too. She indeed was the last nail.
She would be crowned queen of Camelot, and she would bring about a new order where her kind would rule and the Old religion would destroy the New.
This would kill that.