Summary: There's only one thing Morgana owns
Morgana lies on her bed, hot, angry tears unshed. She challenged Uther again and he told her that she is completely subject to his will.
It's true. Women are little more than property, belonging to fathers, husbands, guardians. They own nothing. Even her mother's brooch is technically Uther's to do with as he would.
Even her body can be wed against her will. Even her soul, the priests say, belongs to God.
Yet her intellect, her imagination; it comforts her with schemes of revenge, with romantic fantasies, with whispers of a better future.
Her mind is her only true possession.