I'm a total flake. I'm sorry.

hints of non con near the end

PART TWO

Morgana had complete control over Merlin. He couldn't leave her castle now unless she wished it. Locking him up had been unnecessary, and only fueled his anger.

The cell she had brought him to was by far the worst he had ever been in. It was infested with rats and mice, both dead and alive. It was dank, and smelt of mildew and waste. He had the feeling it had been prepared just for him. Merlin sighed, and watched the lucky animals crawl in and out past the open cell door.

She was giving him a taste of freedom. No, Merlin shook his head to himself. The view of a taste of freedom. She was taunting him, laughing at him, making him feel like he had lost. Like there was no way out.

And it was working.

Feeling particularly down on himself, Merlin sighed again and rested his cheek against his numb arm. His wrists were bound with chains Morgana didn't need, and hung uselessly above his head. He tried twitching his fingers, and while they did move, he couldn't feel the motion. For the third time within the minute, Merlin sighed.

What else was there to do in such a situation?

Besides sulk and think about all the ways this could have been avoided.

And there were a lot.

Merlin kicked a rat that had begun to nibble at his boot curiously. It skittered away, along with the rest of its friends that had started to get too close.

Could he be eaten to death by rats? Merlin wondered. How far did that whole immortality thing go?

Morgana had only confirmed what Merlin had been suspecting for a long time. Ever since he had survived the Dorocha - an event that should, by all accounts, have been unsurvivable, no exceptions - Merlin had had his suspicions. Gaius had told him it could have just been his magic protecting him, and for a while Merlin had clung to that hope. Immortality was the last thing he wanted, particularly when it came to situations such as these.

Merlin sighed again, and settled in for a long night.

Morgana kept the dagger on her person at all times. Losing it would be devastating to her plans, and would likely cost her her life. So she kept it in a leather sheath around her waist, touching it every so often to reassure herself that she still had it.

The room she slept in was not the royal chamber she so deserved. It rankled her, made her blood boil with the indignity of it all. For once, she let herself quench the fire with thoughts of her imminent victory over Camelot and Arthur. With Emrys unable to fight against her, there was nothing anyone could do to keep her from the crown.

The dagger was an uncomfortable lump against her side. Morgana turned over to her other side, and closed her eyes.

She had told Merlin he was to be her slave long after she was gone, serving her children and grandchildren and all the descendants that were to follow. Morgana had never needed a man to make her powerful, and rather disliked the thought of needing one now, but the fact remained unchangeable - she needed an heir, and it was impossible to create one without a man's assistance.

Emrys was the most powerful being to ever be, and it was possible he could make her immortal as well. The idea had at first seemed desirable, but after longer ponderings the idea had lost its favor. Death was natural, she decided, and if she could achieve her true destiny, she did not fear its inevitable embrace.

But the problem still stood. She needed an heir.

Even when Morgana had been Uther's ward she had never been courted. She had not even wished it at the time. But now that meant there was no one to help continue her line. But it was of no real consequence. In the end, it didn't matter who the man was. He didn't have to like her, just do what she commanded.

Morgana opened her eyes, and idea striking her like a bolt of lightning.

Yes, she thought, a grin spreading across her lips. Yes, that would work.

That would more than work.

It was all perfect. Morgana laughed to herself softly, happily awaiting what the morning would bring. Darkness enveloped her peacefully, and she slept soundly for the first time in a long time.

Merlin awoke stiffly. His muscles were sore like he had just taken another beating at a training session with the knights. For a second, Merlin thought that that must have been what had happened. But then he saw the open cell door, and felt the warmth of several rats against his legs, and remembered. He shook his legs in disgust, shooing them away.

Merlin was about to fall asleep again when he felt a tug at his magic. Come to me, said the voice again. Unlock your chains and come to me. Merlin's eyes glowed gold, and the chains unlocked. Standing, he teleported into Morgana's chambers.

Morgana sat upon her unmade bed. Everything in the room had a dirty, haphazard look to it, just like the woman it all belonged to. The dagger was out of sight.

"Good morning, Merlin," Morgana greeted, suspiciously civil. "How did you sleep?"

"Terribly," Merlin said dryly.

"Good. When you need your sleep I'll give it to you. But until then, you'll spend your nights in that cell."

So she would not be leading their takeover of Camelot today. That was a relief. He needed time to prepare, to ready himself for the power of the dagger.

He wondered what Arthur and Gwen had made of his absence. Morgana opened her mouth to speak again, and Merlin forced all thoughts of Camelot from his mind. He couldn't afford any distraction, not when the very survival of Camelot and all he had worked toward was at stake.

"I have a problem, Emrys." Morgana began.

"You have many problems, Morgana. I'm glad you're starting to realize that."

"Don't be smart with me," she snarled, her peaceful face turning ugly again. But she quickly calmed herself, which struck Merlin as both odd and disconcerting. She smiled a little to herself, and continued. "I have a problem, and I believe you are the solution." Her small smile widened into a grin, filled with glee and something else Merlin couldn't quite identify. "I knew you'd have your uses, Emrys."

Jaw clenched, Merlin stayed silent.

"Yesterday, I promised you that you would serve my ancestors," she said, standing, "but as you know, my dear warlock, I need a man to make that happen."

Merlin felt his blood grow cold. So this was what it had come to… He felt a shiver run up his spine as Morgana slowly approached, touching his face and running a hand through his hair.

DON'T MOVE, said the voice. Merlin couldn't even if he wanted.

He felt the soft brush of her lips against his, could taste her breath. He didn't want this.

"I command you, Emrys, to give me my heir."

Unwillingly, Merlin closed the gap between them, and kissed her.

An hour later, it was all over. Merlin was back in his cell, unchained this time (Morgana's own twisted thank-you, he assumed), and still felt stunned at everything that had just transpired. Disgusted, dirty, and stunned.

She wanted him to father her children. Merlin blinked, looking beyond the locked cell door. He likely already had. He felt something creeping up his throat, and hunched over, vomiting all over the already filthy floor.

He had not been prepared for this. This was something else entirely.

If she pulled this whole thing off - and Merlin was going to try his damndest to make sure she wouldn't - he would spend the rest of eternity a slave to not only Morgana's children and grandchildren, but to his own as well.

Another thought struck him. If Merlin was lucky enough to stop Morgana, how could he kill her? How could he let her die, knowing his own child was likely growing inside her? He prayed she wasn't pregnant, but for all he knew Morgana had some sort of fertility potion or spell to make it a certainty.

If she was pregnant, and he killed her, Merlin would never forgive himself. Maybe she was counting on that.

Sliding to the floor, narrowly avoiding the puddle of sick, Merlin buried his face in his hands and cried.

This accidentally became rapey Mergana. Sorry about that. I was trying to think of the most evil thing Morgana to could to Merlin, and this idea came up and wouldn't leave. I kind of want her to win over Camelot now, just to see what would happen with the two of them. Could be interesting, huh?