I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocrite—the man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sister and I. Such a good and sweet girl I have yet to find.
Merlin I despise with my whole being. He used to be my friend and confidant—I helped him fight against the invaders in his village for heaven's sake! But when Morgouse was so close to destroying Uther, using me as a vessel for the disease, his poison ruined her flawless plans. I will never forgive him. We are enemies until my last breath.
I will be the cause of Uther Pendragon's demise, as well as Arthurs and Merlin's downfall. There is none to stand in my way. I will be queen with Morgouse at my side. We are unstoppable.