You feel a twinge of unease, a sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure why. Despite this, you're drawn to Morgana's company. There's something about her—something compelling—and it seems that the two of you have more in common than you previously thought.

Morgana's attention is flattering, and it's nice to be the object of her focus. But there's something else too—a sense that she's hiding something, that she's not telling you the whole truth.

You find yourself increasingly drawn to her, despite your better judgment. You want to know more; you want to uncover her secrets. You start to spend more time with her, trying to learn more about her.

The two of you sit by the fire, drinking wine and talking into the night—it has become a routine since you arrived at Camelot.

"I can help you—if you let me," she says, looking into the flames. "I know you're afraid; I was too, once."

"There's power inside you—so much power. It could help you if you would only trust me."

The temptation is there, in the back of your mind—the promise of power, of control, of not having to hide anymore.