Incest Pendragon

"Why did you go through so much trouble just to break her, father? Wouldn't it have been far more effective to simply kill her and replace her? Connacht would've been easier to control without her. There's no real threat on the island except for Scáthach," Morgan asked.

She had been tasked with bringing Queen Medb to the dungeon by her father, and she had done so, locking the queen down so tightly that Medb's powers were completely sealed, leaving her reduced to nothing more than a powerless mortal.

All Medb had left were her beauty, her mortality, and her useless pride.

Of course, just like Merlin, Morgan never doubted that her father's true intent was to break Medb and mold her into something that suited his desires—though whether it was out of calculated ambition or sheer perversion, she didn't care.

Her blind devotion to Uther prevented her from truly seeing the degenerate nature lurking beneath his calm and composed smile.

Uther could have conquered Queen Medb in another way—there was no real need to break or imprison her. He could have taken her through romantic means, seducing her and winning her over if he wanted.

But that wasn't an option with Medb.

Her habits, her unrestrained interest in spreading her legs for any man who caught her eye, made such an approach pointless.

She was a woman who fucked without shame, who opened herself to others as casually as one might sip wine at a feast.

You can't change an addict with soft words and gentle persuasion. No, you break them the hard way.

You lock them up, cut them off from their source of joy, from pleasure, and send them to rehabilitation—if they're willing to change. If they aren't, you force the change or let them rot in their choices.

In the real world, many women cheat because men have become weak, compromising their dignity in relationships and fooling themselves into thinking "open relationships" will make their bond stronger or healthier.

That's just a pathetic excuse for cuckoldry.

But Uther? He was different. He didn't give a damn about whatever excuses a woman might have for cheating.

All he demanded was devotion, loyalty, and submission. If they couldn't offer that, then they had no right to demand comfort, money, or the safety of a home from him.

If they wanted something from him, they'd have to give him those three things in return. If not, they could go fend for themselves in the streets.

Was it toxic?

Maybe.

Was it unfair?

Probably.

But Uther didn't care.

He'd rather be toxic than a cuck.

Some would call it hypocrisy—that he could sleep around while his women were expected to remain faithful to him.

But as far as Uther was concerned, that was their problem, not his.

Now, let's get back to the topic.

Uther replied to Morgan with a calm tone. "Why are you speaking as if what I did was purely business, Morgan? Can't I indulge in a bit of pleasure after everything I've done for Britannia?"

"You never struck me as someone who indulged in worldly desires, Father. So far, you've sacrificed everything for the sake of Britannia," Morgan said, her voice laced with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"Then you don't know me well enough, Morgan," Uther said without hesitation.

Morgan remained silent for a moment, hesitating to say what was on her mind.

It was clear she was debating whether or not to speak up.

Noticing her hesitation, Uther prompted her. "Speak your mind, Morgan. Don't hold back."

"Is that why you slept with Sith, Father? Was it just for pleasure?" Morgan asked bluntly, her tone sharp and direct.

"It wasn't purely for pleasure," Uther replied with equal bluntness. "It was a punishment and a warning. Sith served me with the intent to betray—to relay my private matters, my thoughts, and my plans to other, which is you, my daughter."

Morgan lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with shame.

"I will never invade your privacy again, Father," she said earnestly, her voice laced with guilt.

She didn't try to excuse her actions, even though she could have.

In the past, her father had been cold and hostile toward her, pushing her to retaliate against everything he held dear.

But now, his demeanor had softened—he showed care for her again. She didn't want to continue her old ways. She wanted to rebuild their bond, to connect with her father in a way that was far more positive than before.

"No need to be so serious, Morgan," Uther said, his tone less stern. "I don't intend to pursue this incident further. I'm not offended by your actions. In fact, I even appreciate your concern. What I hated wasn't your investigation, but the disloyalty and insincerity I saw in Sith. And she has paid her due for that."

Morgan nodded, understanding the weight of his words. It wasn't about right or wrong—it was about perception.

Her father didn't fault her for sending someone to spy on him, what he couldn't forgive was the lack of loyalty and sincerity Sith displayed.

He had expected the same loyalty from her that she once displayed when she served her.

The moment she betrayed his trust, she faced the consequences.

This was his law. His way of life.

Ruthless.

"She seems fond of you, Father. Do you still want her to serve at your side?" Morgan offered. She didn't continue discussing the previous topic.

"Let her make her own choice. For now, there's something I want to talk about, Morgan. I've had my doubts until now. Was everything that happened when I woke up just a dream?" Uther asked, his footsteps halting momentarily.

Morgan's heartbeat quickened, but she forced herself to maintain composure, her face a mask of feigned confusion as she looked up at him. "What dream, Father?"

"You pretended to be your mother. You could've stopped me if you wanted to, but you didn't, Morgan," Uther spoke bluntly. "I can pretend nothing happened, but I can't. This deception must end."

"Then tell me, Father," she replied, her voice eerily calm. "Since when did you realize it was me and not her?"

Instead of panic, Morgan's gaze locked onto his, unwavering and unreadable.

Her eyes burned like bottomless pits, daring him to look away.

"From the beginning," Uther admitted, his voice steady as he stared her down.

Morgan's lips curled into a dark smile, her expression transforming into one of twisted satisfaction.

A low chuckle escaped her throat. "So, that's how it is. I see it clearly now, Father. You've had me in your heart from the start, haven't you?"

Her words lingered in the air, daring him to deny them.

Then she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If you want, you can have your way with me again. All you have to do is take it, Father."

Turning on her heel, Morgan swayed her hips deliberately, her every movement calculated to tempt him as she strode away.

Uther's eyes trailed her retreating figure, lingering on the curve of her hips, her deliberate seduction impossible to ignore.

Should he take up her offer?

What do you think, my fellow degenerate readers?

Smash her, or leave her to stew in her own mind games?

The decision is yours to make.