It was the middle of the night and various female casters of Chaldea were gathered outside a certain servant's room. They all felt this was a long time coming as the combined there efforts to dispel or get around the various bounded fields that protected the room. Soon they were able to enter room one by one were they found their target sleeping upon her bed. Morgan was admittedly beautiful sight as she slept peacefully in her bed wearing the swimsuit that she reffered to as her queensuit, no doubt in case Ristuka wanted to sneak in for some alone time with their self-proclaimed wife. Honsetly it was the Faerie Queen's aduacity to not only declare herself Ritsuka's wife, but fact that the Master of Chaldea seemed to reciprocate that made the female casters decide to do what they were going to do this night.
Huddling over the sleeping form of the lightly dressed woman the casters began to cast various spells on Morgan. They worked as quickly and quietly as they could so as not to awaken Morgan. Various techniques, runes, and items were used throughout the night. The group even used a Holy Grail they had managed to procure to incarnate Morgan so she wouldn't be able slip into spirit form to try and escape her inevitable fate. By the time they were done each of the casters smiled confident that by this time tomorrow Morgan would be out of the way for good.
The next morning Morgan felt a chill as she slowly woke up. This was enough to inform the faerie queen that she must have been incarnated in the middle of the night as otherwise she wouldn't have felt a chill. A surprise orchestrated by her beloved spouse perhaps? However, as she opened her eyes the beautiful woman noticed that everything around her was gigantic! This snapped the beautiful woman wide awake as she scrambled to her feet. This was no loving surprise from her spouse after all. Judging by the size of her surroundings Morgan realized she had been shrunk to about an inch in height in what was no doubt a plan to get rid of her. Morgan couldn't help it as a bemused smile appeared on her face. As the Queen of Faerie Britian she had had many attempts on her life before, but this was perhaps one of the most creative. Still a shrinking spell would not be difficult for her to undo. She raised her hand, recited a spell, and nothing. That was when Morgan noticed it. A weave of spells piled and intertiwned all around her now physical body that prevented her from being able to use magecraft. She doubted she would even be able to fire off her noble phantasim with these magic blocking spells placed on her. Morgan wiggled her pretty little toes in frustration as she mulled over just how well this assassination attempt had been thought out. She could eventually dispell the various spells blocking her off from her magic, but there were so many, and so tangled up together, that it would take even a genius in magecraft like her at least a week to undo them. And at her current size a week was time she didn't have.
There was no end to the number things that could happen to her by the end of the day alone. All ranging from being crushed to being eaten by hungry animals that wouldn't care she was a queen. As much as Morgan hated to admit it to herself, if she was going to survive this she would need to find help and quickly.
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