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Emerald and Sapphire
Chapter 2 – You and I
Eighteen months later…
King Arthur entered his chambers and shut the door with force behind him, the room was warm, thanks to Merlin who had lit the fire in the fireplace but the king felt cold and uncomfortable, his eyes burnt, his blood boiled in furry and pain.
He had been betrayed, he, the king of Camelot, the rightful heir to the throne, the one who had defeated evil and magic ever since he was a young boy, he had been betrayed by his own Queen.
With his arm, he took down everything that until then decorated the heavy table, the noise and smashed vases with the fallen flowers didn’t seem to ease his furry as he stood panting in the dark room, the fire in the fireplace only gave little light in the huge chamber.
Gwen and Lancelot… his Queen and Knight, when did that happen? Why did it happen? He had thought he achieved it all, the kingdom, his father’s name not to rot in the mud for what he had done to everyone. Her, being gone for so long after her short reign. His wife to be with him, the girl he had chosen in the blink of an eye, his knights who had fought bravely by his side, in his name. What happened and he lost his Queen?
Why, he knew very well, for the past months, ever since Morgana fell from the throne she had been raised, rightfully- a little voice whispered in his ear- things had changed.
At first they thought it was the time of adjustment back to “normal” but then, they all knew something was changing, along with Morgana, something was missing from Camelot.
He and Gwen weren’t the same, suddenly, reality was kicking in, and all these feelings extinguished themselves, leaving Arthur and Gwen to stare at each other awkwardly while Lancelot remained in the palace, as one of the finest knights, proving himself worthy of Gwen’s smiles more than Arthur did.
Yet, they had decided that marriage was the answer for all this to be gone, maybe when they would get what they so much wanted, they would feel right again, they would forget each other’s weaknesses and gaps and errors, and they would make it.
When Uther died, a few short months after Morgana’s fall, the couple married in a Camelot that hopped for the remaining Pendragon to be the right ruler this time, after his father and sister failing half of the people every time.
The Camelot was to rise, with Arthur as the king but the young man felt lonelier and lonelier by every passing day.
Duties, problems, treaties, magical revolutions, declares of war by other Kingdoms who wished to take Camelot down as his marriage had no significance or power for the country, and Morgana’s haunting image were his main troubles.
Why the witch wouldn’t leave his mind alone? His heart alone? Was it because he hadn’t spoken to her even to see how she learnt of their relation? Was it because Uther had left a huge wound in his soul with this truth that was to be revealed while Morgana was taking the throne? Was she using Magic on him? Was she trying to take Camelot by killing him or driving him mad? Was it because Gwen had turned cold even before their marriage just like he had done with her? Or was it because, for the last months, he was feeling for Morgana just like before Morgause’s first appearance?
Why all that suppressed passion and care had surfaced again for the past year and a half when it had been lost for two entire years? Why his heart had stopped beating faster every time she had entered a room?
He had almost lost his mind when she was kidnapped –if she ever was…- and he had wished even for him to lose the throne for her to see another sunrise when she had almost reached death, yet he had declared she was like a sister to him.
He chuckled bitterly, how right he had been while lying at those moments.
He had noticed Gwen overnight when before that, he was even teasing Merlin about his possible feelings for the former servant, not caring about them at all, suddenly, he was the one falling in love with her, caring about her, thinking of her every day, as if something had came over him.
While his feelings for Morgana had calmed down, had moved in the back of his head, hid in a corner and remained there, with occasional chances to show him the light with her disappearance and her falling from the stairs, and after her fall from the throne, almost in the same night, he had felt them again, at full force, and he first had thought it was only range for what she had done to all of them, but then… when they persisted, and they kept up, for a year and a half until now, Arthur knew… his feelings for Morgana had never died.
A small rustle of fabric snapped him out of his thoughts and he withdrew his sword as he looked at the cloaked figure by the window. The moonlight from the left side of the figure illuminated the rich, purple fabric of the hood that let only long locks to escape.
‘Good evening, Sire…’ her voice shook him like sudden hot air to the bone, she raised her chin the same moment her hands took off the hood and now her sparkling emerald eyes were gazing in his sapphire ones.
‘What are you doing here? How did you get in the castle?’ Arthur asked angrily, he was just thinking of her, like in the past eighteen months, her very presence before him made him shake with all the feelings inside him that started from love and care and ended in hatred and fear.
‘I like the bigger bed…’ Morgana said calmly, with that old, evil smirk of hers, that didn’t suit her as much as her actual gentle smile. ‘I’m sure your Queen and her Knight were comfortable in it,’ she added.
One moment, he was standing at least four feet from her and the next he was pushing her against the cold stonewall of the chamber with his sword’s blade grazing against the pale skin of her neck, they both panted by the sudden change of position as their faces were an inch apart, their eyes looking fierce.
‘I should kill you right now and have this world ridden of your evil heart!’ he rasped close to her face and she smirked once again.
‘Do it, and remain in the dark of all the things played behind your back and the future you can have if you’re smart for once in your life, do it, and spare us the pain and despair once and for all.’ Morgana answered in the same tone and they remained like that for a few more moments, bodies pressed against each other, the sword between them, their bodies shaking at the power of their emotions and their very breathing.
Arthur finally stepped back and Morgana made a step forward for her body to get away from the stonewall, all the while gasping the oxygen in her lungs, she had forgotten how the young king could steal her breath.
‘You… to tell me about things played behind my back, you’re behind my back, for so long, you plotted against me, you tried to kill me.’ Arthur finally said after they had remained silent, valuing each other’s words.
‘I was against Uther, and yes, I will be the one to show you things, I am the one to help you this time, as we’re both in the same position, the one of despair.’ Morgana answered calmly, her rich voice making him feel even greater pain, a part of him had wished the next time he would see her would be as to burn her corpse, another part of his, screamed in joy for her return, no matter how sick and wrong that was.
‘You have nothing to give me, no way of helping me, but even if you did, I refuse anything from you,’ Arthur retorted and he knew, if it was anyone else, his fierce glare would have worked wonders on them, but not on her, the one who knew him the longest and the best.
‘I have everything to give you… Your kingdom is being beaten day by day, your Queen betrayed you, magic is closing over Camelot like a vice grip, kings and queens of other kingdoms wish for your death and are happy to know you have no heir, even your knights are not as powerful as you think they are…’ Morgana replied with her voice calm again, knowing how to infuriate him more, she achieved it.
‘Morgana, leave now and never come back, leave and I will show you mercy only this time, only because our father asked of me to spare you once if you ever showed yourself again before me.’ Arthur said and Morgana’s eyes flashed with hatred at the mention of their father.
‘Do not speak of that monster before me!’ Morgana screamed and Arthur slammed against the stonewall once again, this time his sword forgotten somewhere on the floor as he would gladly kill her with his bare hands.
‘Do not utter another word for him before me!’ Arthur hissed close to her lips, ‘He loved you so much and you only backstabbed him!’ he added and Morgana chuckled evilly, only to be jerked by him.
‘He loved me…? He killed my mother, he ordered for my sister to be killed, he let the man I knew as father to die, he lied to me for years, he never accepted me as what I truly was, he let me feel as a guest, a parasite for all my life, even when I gave him the chance to tell me the truth I knew after I recovered…he remained silent, prolonging my suffering and then, he made me feel disgusted for what I was born with, he made me suffer for being something as pure as a magical creature, just like you are, but no, I was the one who had to suffer, who had to hide, when magic was being used under his nose, inside his palace!’ Morgana retorted with hatred and Arthur let her arms as he looked at her.
‘What are you talking about? You know I am not of magic, that was a lie of your dear sister, he had sworn it was a lie.’ Arthur answered back and Morgana this time laughed mockingly.
‘He had sworn over a lot of things… one of them was that, Gaius and Merlin knew of that as well… just like they knew about me,’ Morgana said and Arthur looked at her with wild eyes.
‘What are you talking about?’ he asked this time in disbelief, not sure of how could she say something of value. Morgana looked at him with eyes full of mirth, full of emotion.
‘You don’t know yet?’ she wondered and Arthur sighed in anger, why wasn’t he killing her already?
‘Know what?’ he asked impatiently, finally breaking the proximity they had by being collided on the wall.
‘In the past months, I have been practicing my craft, freely and I have seen the truth that had been hidden from you, from us. You never wondered how the Great Dragon was released? How a sword can make people explode and die? How I survived the fall from the stairs overnight? How you survived so many times?’ Morgana questioned, Arthur remained silent.
‘It was Gaius and Merlin most of the times, it was them and mainly Merlin, that’s why he was always there, the right moment the right place, or right after you were coming back from slumber or being knocked out… Merlin is like us, of magic.’ Morgana said, revealing all the things she had seen with her gift over the past months. Arthur looked furious and approached her again threatening .
‘Gaius is gone…’ Arthur first revealed, still shocked in what she was saying. ‘Father executed him after finding out him knowing about you, about saving Morgause when she was little, he believed Gaius betrayed and helped you two… I guess he had to blame someone after you were gone…’ he added and a smile of triumph graced Morgana’s features, she might was free of her sister’s spells but her hatred for certain people wasn’t going to die. ‘But Merlin is a friend of mine, I do not believe you, and I am not of magic!’ he screamed back at her stubbornly, both seeing with his actions he was losing control.
‘I do not care about what you believe! I’m telling you the truth! Merlin has been watching our kind die under Uther’s commands, in his own court, he poisoned me, he -like Uther- is cruel, like you will be if you keep up like this, I have seen several possible futures, one of them included you and your precious Queen with a son, probably not yours as she’s gone already with her knight, you eventually kill that child… you become as cruel as I became thanks to your father!’ Morgana said this time in a scream of her own, showing the same losing of control with Arthur.
‘Our father!’ Arthur retorted, knowing how to make her mad, he didn’t want to think of the children he could have with Gwen, Morgana was right, they probably wouldn’t be his anyway, Lancelot and Gwen were already gone from Camelot after months in their affair. Arthur achieved to drive Morgana to the edge as her eyes flashed dangerously in furry and a vase on a nightstand behind them shattered.
‘Do not call him that!’ she screamed and this time she was the one who needed all her willpower not to get physical with him. The two remained like that for a moment, heaving breaths and glaring at each other, if looks could kill, these two would be cold and white on the floor by now.
Arthur’s mind was racing, even if he didn’t want to believe it, her words had some dose of truth in them, he knew Merlin for over four years now and indeed, the former servant was always there the right time in the right place, too many times to have it as a trick of luck by now…
‘You’re lying, you’re doing this as to sneak back into Camelot.’ He finally said and Morgana smirked.
‘I am telling you the truth, if you believe me or not, it is your problem. After all, I’m not here to open your eyes for the snakes who have deceived and lied to you, I am here to offer you something.’ Morgana said and Arthur looked at her almost mockingly.
‘Offer me something? You? And what could that be?’ Arthur asked and Morgana tried not to get angrier with his tone, they knew each other’s buttons so well.
‘An alliance, through marriage.’ Morgana said simply and Arthur felt his heart kicking inside its ribcage. What was she talking about? Everyone knew they were related, even if they had a history, it was way back, even if they… wanted each other, it was impossible, they were siblings, of the same blood.
‘You’re insane, how low you will get to reach the throne again?’ Arthur asked in disbelief, venting his own sick imagination and dreams that included them with his words. Morgana looked deep into his eyes for a few moments and then spoke, this time much calmer.
‘Do you really see me as your sister?’ she asked quietly and Arthur felt like suffocating.
‘How do I know the feelings I may or may not have aren’t due to your magic?’ he asked and Morgana looked deep into his eyes.
‘When my sister passed, I was finally able to see what had happened, she had given me a bracelet that held us all under magic, it made you turn to Gwen and myself to my purpose of killing Uther while it provoked my powers to awake more rapidly. It was to drive us apart and it worked, up until the night she died and I made it to take it off me, breaking the spell all the while.’ Morgana answered and Arthur’s eyes widened, he hated to admit but he knew when she was lying and when not, always did, and now he could see she was speaking the truth.
That’s why he failed with Gwen, because he never was to be with her, that’s why they were doomed from the beginning. He was never to be with her, he was never to be with a woman who hardly knew him, he was enchanted, he felt anger flaring up inside him once again, all because of Morgause…
‘I am asking you again, do you see me as your sister?’ Morgana asked again and Arthur sighed and for the first time turned away from her, looking at the bed she had mentioned before. Gwen was gone with Lancelot, he was alone, and if Morgana was saying the truth, Merlin and Gaius had lied to him for so long too. His world was coming crushing down around him and his former nemesis seemed the only one willing to pull him through now.
‘I… you have done awful things, Morgana, you have killed innocent people, none wants you here in Camelot, not anymore.’ Arthur finally said, trying to think of anything else but the fact of the only true one that seemed to be close to him was her.
‘And none wants you out of the city’s walls, you know that, it’s your people, the plain ones and my people, the magical ones and believe me, Arthur, they are so many out there, wishing not to be at the stake just because they were born with a gift that can’t be given back. And they won’t back down, not anymore, not until they see me back on the throne. Uther has done such harm to them that they will never trust you, they trust only me, Uther’s magical blood…’ Morgana said this time in a soft voice as she moved close to him, away from the window. The moment her hand touched his arm, he jerked as if something had hit him, he had missed that jolt.
‘One day, you and I will be legends, Arthur, we are to be the ground for many royal seeds to be seeded, for many great flowers to blossom.’ Morgana added softly and he looked at her.
This woman was supposed to be his sister, this face was supposed to fill his heart with hatred and madness, not comfort and alleviation and hope from the one who knew exactly how it feels to be alone in a golden cage.
‘I had told Gwen once, Everyone has a choice, she made hers, everyone made their choices, apart you and myself, who were thrown into situations without even being asked. Uther allowed us to get close, way too close… close to the point of you sneaking in my chambers… when we were younger… tasting my lips… do not deny these memories…’ she whispered this time close to him and the king closed his eyes almost in defeat.
This was madness.
‘We hate each other,’ he tried, weakly, to lie to her and he gasped and opened his eyes the moment he felt her warm hand on his cheek.
‘You don’t really hate me, even without my powers I can feel that, I know that. As for my hatred, and my actions… it was all directed to Uther, before and after I knew of his relation to me, and I regret the times I turned my wrath on you, I regret the times I caused you pain, the bracelet many times made me do things I would never do because of how strongly I felt for Uther.
‘But now, we can take that hatred down, Uther is gone, your people hate me and my people hate you, Camelot is divided but we can take that hatred down, in the face of our child…’ Morgana whispered and Arthur took her hand in his, taking it away from his cheek.
‘This is not right, we can’t have Camelot drown in incest!’ Arthur tried desperately to make her see reason, along with himself as the offer sounded tempting, in an odd way, it would make Camelot peaceful indeed, Arthur had the chance to achieve what Uther never did: have Camelot with no fear of magic, not by depleting its followers but by embracing it in the best way and a Camelot with both simple and magical people, with an army of both kinds, would make the rest of the kingdoms finally stop daring the king, and atop all that, an heir would be given to him.
‘You obviously will be with no Heir or Heiress as your sweet Queen left and I, even if with a child of some man, I will never make it to the throne with it as you're the ruler... but together, Arthur... we can keep up with the our royal bloodline... we can have the continuation of Camelot, a Camelot that will tolerate both simple and magical people... people like us... we can be the ones to make Camelot what it must be... a kingdom of freedom.’ Morgana said, as if reading his thoughts and he looked at her, desperation and want was flooding their eyes, lust and love were radiated by their bodies and their hands were still clasped. ‘There is no other way…” she whispered finally, she could see the inner battle of her beloved in his eyes.
‘What about your sweet druid boy? Mordred?’ he asked, knowing that boy was not ordinary and Morgana had tried to save it no matter what, the same boy had been a threat for the past months for Camelot with all the rebellions and the troubles made by the magical races. Morgana took a deep breath at the mention of the young druid. In the past months, her pact with Mordred had failed enough times to know they wouldn’t make it, Mordred wanted to kill Arthur, he had made it clear and Morgana couldn’t let that happen, she couldn’t kill him, but she had seen a way to stop him without harming anyone.
‘Mordred will do nothing if it is not for me, he is my alliance, I have seen that only I and you can stop him... by having a child powerful enough to stop him from killing you.’ Morgana said and Arthur looked at her in wonder.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked in wonder and her free hand touched his free hand.
‘I had a dream, a vision, Mordred can be stopped only by the fruit of our union, our child is to stop Mordred from his undying hatred for you and eventually for me…’ Morgana said softly and Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, the thought of having a child with his half-sister sounded better and better every time she said something and he hated the fact of how right and wrong it was at the same time.
‘So you don't care if Mordred turns against you… and you want our child to face him?’ he pointed out and Morgana shook her head as he opened his eyes.
‘I will care if we don’t have the child I’m telling you about... Mordred will be a threat for both of us if we remain like that, like Morguase was to your father... but if we finally allow ourselves to be happy with each other... if we finally accept with actions that it was you and me from the beginning... it will all be well, Arthur and believe me, the way our child will stop Mordred won’t be as violent as you think.’ Morgana said and this time her eyes and her words were begging of him to see the potential of her offer, no matter how twisted that union seemed, for them it was the only one, always had been.
‘Why is he against us anyway?’ Arthur asked as he never understood why Morgana had sacrificed so much for that boy in the first place.
‘I do not know… I haven’t made it to learn the things I’d like to learn about him, I just feel strongly for him and we had a bond from the beginning… but I do not understand everything…’ Morgana answered honestly.
‘How can I know you’re not lying to me? How can I know this is not a trap?’ he asked finally giving her a small space to hope. Morgana looked at his sapphire eyes with the same fear her emerald ones carried.
‘How can I know you won’t slaughter me in my sleep? How can I know you won’t have me arrested the moment I have my next nightmare or right after I have given birth to our child? like Uther did with my mother? Like you could do since I revealed to you that the child will be the key to Mordred’s fall?’ Morgana asked and the two remained in silence, looking at each other.
‘I know how…’ she answered for both of them. ‘I once had told you and I still believe it, Arthur, you’re a better man than our father… you always were… and I… care too much about you now that I’m without any trance and spell…’ Morgana answered for both of them. ‘I- I love you, I always did, my champion.’ she whispered finally and touched his chest with his hands still keeping hers.
And just like that, the past four and a half years were forgotten, and they were back to be these innocent, carefree young people, who hadn’t fought in wars, hadn’t had blood in their hands, hadn’t plotted against each other, hadn’t been informed of their actual relation.
They were back to caring for each other, to bickering good naturally at each other, to be equals with no fear, to be challenging each other as to become better. They were back to have the history of the stolen kisses and the childhood in common, back in the memories of their carefree summers, of the comfort he had showed her when her thought father had died, when he had been injured by a fall from a horse and she had spent sleepless nights by his side, watering the cloth for his temple and helping Gaius with the potions even if her tutor had tried to force her out of the prince’s room many times.
They were back on being just them, Arthur and Morgana, Morgana and Arthur, only now, they were changed, related, she was a darker creature than the one she wished to be and he was braver to pull both out of the darkness, she was the night and he was the day, she was the womb and he was the seed to give the fruit they and their kingdom needed, only together they were complete.
They were both magical, him of birth, her of her maternal side, she was born by a witch and he was born because of another…
And as their lips met, and their hands unclasped so they could wrap their arms around each other, their hands feasting in their hair, cupping and caressing, their nails grazing and scrapping, their lips kissing and nipping and biting, they were becoming what Camelot needed to be united: one.
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