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Emerald and Sapphire
Epilogue – The Pendragons
The High King and Queen of Britain stood on the balcony of the palace, observing the court and the activity. It was a quiet day in the palace for the couple, both looked at the same time towards the gates that opened for the Princess Royal to enter the court.
Morwena Igraine Pendragon was a sight for sore eyes, a fairy of sixteen years, excellent rider, perfect fighter, amazing grace, beautiful waves of blond hair that ran down her back in curls, two amazing emerald eyes and fair skin. The most wanted bride of the kingdom both due to position of power and beauty.
Morgana and Arthur smiled at their daughter as the young woman waved at them still on her white horse as she strolled inside the stables while the subjects smiled and bowed at her.
‘You think she will be alright with me?’ Morgana asked quietly and Arthur looked at her with a teasing smile.
‘Oh Morgana, of course she will be alright, you know her, fistic like both of us… stubborn like both of us… and with magic like you…it’s not the first time you fought… sometimes I am wondering how this place is still standing on its feet with you two inside.’ Arthur said and Morgana gave a weak smile as he hugged her tightly.
It was true, Morgana and Morwena were too much alike for their own good, the fact of Morwena needing to be the next monarch of Camelot didn’t help a lot as Morgana had taken upon herself to educate and prepare her child for the position and indeed, it wasn’t an easy job considering her little girl had to be perfect in every aspect as much as it considered the kingdom and magic.
‘You want me to talk to her in case she does not come to see us both?’ Arthur asked and Morgana nodded her head and felt a kiss planted on her head as Arthur caressed the nape of her neck as her hair were up in a bun.
‘It seems as if it was only yesterday that our only conflict was for her not eating her fruit pulp.’ Morgana whispered and her mind flew back in the past.
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‘Morwena Igraine Pendragon, I command you in the name of the High Kingship to eat your pulp right this moment!’ Morgana was almost shouting exasperated as her two year old baby was trying to escape her arms from where she was sat on the bed of the royal bedchamber while Arthur entered it.
‘What is all this commotion?’ Arthur asked and Morgana sighed exasperated and glared at her smiling husband as he sat on the bed opposite her and the baby on her lap.
‘The commotion is about all the maids, Olwyn included, having given up on feeding our daughter and now I am about to quit as well and let her starve!’ Morgana snapped and Arthur chuckled and made a funny face at his daughter who had at least stopped struggling to get away and was currently laughing at her father’s expression. Morgana thought this was the perfect opportunity and griped the spoon again.
‘Alright, look ‘Wena, ooh a bird is flying…’ Morgana tried as she moved the spoon with the pulp in the air to take her child’s attention to it, ‘Eat it or daddy will,’ Morgana added and the moment Arthur did a funny face again and opened his lips, she thrust the spoon inside his mouth, forcing him to eat the spoonful. Arthur’s eyes widened and then his face was screwed in disgust as he coughed and tried to get rid of the gusty taste of the pulp.
‘MOR-GANA! This is awful! I do not blame her for rejecting it!’ Arthur said outraged and Morgana smirked playfully.
‘It’s what will make her strong before the upcoming winter and what will keep any sickness away, Arthur.’ Morgana said loudly above her squealing daughter who clapped for the show of disgust her father had given.
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‘Run ‘Wena! Try to catch mummy!’ Olwyn called out as the five year old ran with her short legs to catch her mother who ran ahead of her in slow pace for the little girl to catch her in the forest, out of Camelot, where Morgana usually took Morwena for their play time as she wanted to have some free time with the Princess without people prying. Morgana allowed her girl to win and they were soon both collapsing on the soft grass in a bundle of silk and long hair as Morwena hugged her mum with her little arms.
‘Mummy! I got you!’ the girl giggled and Morgana laughed in joy as she hugged her little daughter and nuzzled her face in to the child’s neck, making her squeal.
‘My Morwena, my heart and joy!’ Morgana called out and laughed as her daughter tried to tickle her and actually achieved it. Morgana paid back in the same fashion and soon the girl was squealing in the forest floor. She finally showed mercy and looked at the maids that were there to help them.
‘Please return to the palace and we’ll be there soon, prepare the meal and bath for both of us.’ Morgana said and the maids nodded their heads, she usually wanted some time alone with her child and the maids always granted that. The maids left on their horses and mother and daughter were left behind with one horse, still on that bundle of colorful silk to play.
A ruffle in some bushes had Morgana standing up in an instant, taking her sword from its case on the horse’s saddle that was next to her and pointing it as she held Morwena behind her.
‘Reveal yourself,’ Morgana called out and from within the bushes, the last person Morgana expected to see, emerged.
Guinevere looked at Morgana for a moment and then her eyes moved to the little princess with the blond hair of Arthur’s, before they could return on the Queen. Morgana’s heart kicked inside its ribcage as Gwen was the last person she wanted or expected to see. Gwen seemed shocked to encounter Morgana.
‘I… I was passing by, I had no idea you would be here, Mor-my Lady,’ Gwen stammered as Morgana still in her own shock, lowered her sword, she turned around, took Morwena in her hands and hoisted her up on the saddle of the horse the reins of were still around a tree.
‘Where have you been all these years?’ Morgana asked the first thing that popped in her mind.
‘I… Lancelot and I have been traveling through the countryside, we just neared Camelot again for some errands we had to run.’ Gwen said and Morgana looked at her suspiciously.
‘You mean for him to sell his sword or some of your royal jewelry for you to have something to live with? Is he already inside the city’s walls? Dressed as some servant in the market?’ Morgana asked boldly and Gwen looked at her, hurt. Morgana didn’t care, Gwen had hurt her too. ‘Do what you have to do in Camelot, and then move away, there are still laws that are able to have you and Lancelot killed for treason.’ Morgana said as she took the reins of the horse.
‘I never wished for things to turn out like that, Morgana.’ Gwen said as Morgana mounted and looked at her.
‘I never expected you to lose faith in me so easily, especially you, who have been my friend for so long, you helped me with the nightmares, you knew what was wrong with me. Forces were upon you for a long time, but they concerned only your feelings for Arthur, the rest of you was unchanged, yet you proved yourself a bad friend and a liar. I offered you a choice, to avenge the man who had killed our fathers but you betrayed me, just like you did the moment you were out of your trance, not carrying about the doom you had Camelot in with your escape.’ Morgana said as she held her daughter with one arm who had been silent as her mother spoke so intensely to the foreigner. ‘But I thank you for your coward escape, your betrayal, without it, I wouldn’t have been able to return and take my rightful place upon the throne, you were right back then, so many years ago, some people are born to be Queen. At the beginning we all knew our places.
‘I hope whatever you want to sell will be worthy of enough money to keep you away, Gwen.’ Morgana added as she looked, with tears of actual sadness and remorse in her eyes at the tearful Guinevere who lowered her head.
Both women knew Morgana was right. Morgause had enchanted Guinevere and her feelings and ways towards Arthur, the rest of her was fine, and she had failed her best friend.
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Camelot was peaceful in the middle of the night, all the windows of the castle were dark apart one, of the royal chamber, where a small candle was bathing with its warm light the inside of the room and the two lovers.
‘Arthur, we should stop… King Lot arrives tomorrow –oh my… morning with his sons… oh.. we have to stop,’ Morgana gasped as Arthur pressed her on the mattress with his own body, his lips torturing her earlobe.
‘We should, in three hours, I promise,’ Arthur said with a teasing smile against her skin and she smirked and giggled as his hand caressed on a ticklish spot. They had been making love ever since they retired for the night –which was really early- and Arthur was just restless. He bit on her neck and this time she slapped him hard on the shoulder.
‘Stop marking me! It’s too hot for a tunic!’ Morgana commanded and Arthur could only kiss her harder, he loved it when she was fighting her own need for him. ‘And… stop… oh dear Goddess, who’s the magical in here… I wonder…’ Morgana gasped as Arthur’s hand moved down her body, caressing all the spots that would turn her into clay for him to play.
Morwena’s scream echoed through the castle and the two lovers stopped their love game in an instant, got dressed in seconds and rushed to their seven year old daughter’s bedroom, Arthur taking his sword with him.
Morgana burst in the room and found her child curled up in a ball on the bed, crying with no control, sobs and screams of fear were preventing her from breathing properly. Morgana rushed close to her terrified child the moment the maids and Merlin entered the room as well. Morgana gestured for all of them to stay back as she approached her child. Morwena clung on her mother’s embrace, hiding her face in Morgana’s neck.
‘What is it my love?’ Morgana asked scared, she didn’t want to believe this could be due to something new to her daughter.
‘I saw a bad dream, mummy,’ Morwena’s muffled voice was heard and Morgana closed her eyes in defeat, she knew the fear the nightmares left, when your magic awakens, you can only accept it, at least Morwena wouldn’t be afraid from now on about her future in a kingdom that hates magic. ‘It was a woman, a beautiful blond woman, she called me her sister’s child, she said I have to do what is destined for me to do in the future, but when I said I don’t know what she means, I saw what will happen if I don’t.’ Morwena added and Morgana stroked her child’s hair, all the while looking at Arthur and Merlin, who knew of what she had seen too for Morwena and Mordred. Morgause had visited Morwena in her sleep, like she did occasionally with Morgana, when there was danger, now she had visited her niece for the magic of the girl to begin.
‘I saw you and daddy and uncle Merlin dead, mummy, and Camelot was on fire, and I was injured and dying close to daddy who had tried to save me.’ Morwena added and then burst into tears, Morgana sighed and cupped her child’s tearful face. Morwena had no idea about Mordred, it was what Morgana and Arthur dad decided, none needs to know of their predestined life, Morwena deserved to live upon her own destiny.
‘Listen to me, Morwena, listen,’ Morgana urged her child to focus on her. ‘As long as daddy and I are here, none, I swear to you as your mother and the Queen, none will ever touch you, do you understand?’ Morgana asked and Morwena nodded her head and hugged her mother tightly. Arthur looked at Merlin and patted his shoulder.
‘Go back to sleep, I’ll stay with them, we’ll take her to our bedroom.’ Arthur said and Merlin nodded and waved once at little Morwena who gave a small smile in return. In the years that had followed Morwena’s birth, Merlin had finally stopped talking with the dragon, after his mother’s death, he decided it was time for him to build that so much wanted destiny of his, so he was finally helping Arthur and Morgana, and as a result, little Morwena.
Morgana had never accepted him as her friend, she was too afraid and suspicious of him but he had sworn never to harm her and her child again and so far, he had kept his word. Morwena liked him like Arthur grew back to do so, she trusted him and called him “uncle” as her seven year old mind didn’t accept the politics of names and titles of the physician of the court, and every time she needed something and the maids or her mother were absent to fix, Merlin took care of it and always gave her a licorice afterwards.
Arthur and Morgana spent the night in their bedchamber that night, with Morwena between them, holding each other above their sleeping daughter whose face was hidden in her mother’s breast while her long blond hair tickled her dad.
‘You think she will be alright?’ Arthur asked and Morgana could see the fear of the unknown, ‘Your dreams had been pretty bad at some point,’ he whispered and she nodded her head but caressed his arm with her hand.
‘She will manage, I didn’t have nightmares until I reached my eleventh birthday, her nightmares started at seven… she’s going to be a powerful Seer.’ Morgana said proudly and with affection as she looked at the sleeping form of her little child.
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‘Arthur! She was supposed to have lessons with me for one more hour!’ Morgana called out as Arthur rushed with Morwena ahead of her. Since Morwena was the only heiress of the throne, Morgana had made sure for her twelve year old daughter to be educated like she had been as well, like boys did.
Morwena needed to speak British, Latin, Greek and Irish, the most famous languages of their times for her to be a right Queen able to accept ambassadors and leaders of other nations away from the Narrow Sea. Morwena was already able to write and read in different languages, to calculate and play music, and herbology was something she was great at too, as along her position as Queen, she was to become one of the greatest witches. Daughter of Morgana Le Fay, niece of Morgause and possible candidate for priestess of Avalon in the very far future, after her mother was there and gone.
A lot of weight for a child’s shoulder, but the child had proven herself able to take any blow, she was perfect in all the things she was engaged to, and she was perfect in sword fighting too, like her parents. It was as if destiny was rewarding Arthur and Morgana for the damage of not being able to have more children, all the virtues were given to Morwena Pendragon.
Morwena and Arthur were already in their breeches as Morgana had refused to play and followed in her green dress, it was enough for her Arthur having defied the time of study for foolish sword fighting on a Monday. Morwena’s sword fighting lessons were on the weekends, when the boys also trained. That Monday however the training field was empty for a few hours so Arthur had found the chance to play with his daughter, like he once did with Morgana when they were children.
Morgana was soon forgetting her anger for Arthur snatching their daughter into sneaking away from her lessons and for the girl going so willingly and she stood by the fence of the field, supporting her arms on it and watched them.
‘Come on Morwena! Beat your father like I used to beat him!’ Morgana called out as the two blonds started with their swords, Arthur blocking his daughter’s calculated blows. At Morgana’s words, his head snapped towards his wife with an annoyed face that was utterly adorable.
‘That never happened!’ he called out and blocked another blow at the last moment as the sword passed by him by an inch, he shouldn’t have gotten distracted with his lethal little daughter as opponent.
‘When you started losing?!’ Morwena called out the question to her mother, never leaving her eyes from the fight with her father.
‘When he started filling up with muscle and I got a woman’s body!’ Morgana called out the answer and Arthur smirked as he tried to give a hard blow but Morwena blocked him, her wrists surprisingly strong for a girl.
‘She means when I used to let her win for her to stop crying! Feminine times… she was even more obnoxious than usually.’ Arthur replied his own version of the story as he kept fighting with his daughter.
‘THAT never happened!’ It was Morgana’s stubborn response from the fence.
‘Is it true mom saved your life dad, more than a few times?’ Morwena asked in a quieter voice for her father and only to hear and Arthur gave a gentle smile even through their fight.
‘That indeed happened… but don’t tell her I accept that…’ Arthur said as for the first time, Morwena made it to disarm him and raised her sword to his neck, in mock threat as he raised his arms in surrender.
Morgana’s joyful cheering was heard around the city.
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Morgana galloped back to Camelot after the night of Samhain spent in the forest with the rest of the pagans of the kingdom in one of the greatest celebrations. As future priestess of Avalon, she had many and different duties even outside the walls of the city. Her maids followed her as like herself, they had been part of the great celebrations of the dead, the previous night in the Eve of the Souls, where the God is dead and the mother Goddess is mourning for his loss until she gives birth to him again, in Yule night.
Morgana dismounted in her black clothes, a color she didn’t wear often but was needed for the previous night’s rite. She moved up the stairs that led inside and found Arthur rushing close to her, his face in worry, her heart kicked uncomfortably.
‘What happened? Is she alright?’ Morgana asked her husband as Arthur approached and kissed her quickly in welcome. Morwena wasn’t feeling well the previous afternoon and Morgana was constantly worrying over her only daughter, overprotective as she was, she hadn’t allowed her fourteen year old daughter to attend the Samhain celebrations.
‘She has locked up herself in her chambers and refuse to open the door to me, to Merlin or anyone else, she’s locked up in there probably from the previous night, we found her door locked this morning. She’s asking for you.’ Arthur explained as the couple moved up to the wing of the bedrooms and close to their daughter’s chamber.
‘You surprise me you didn’t tear the door open from its hinges.’ Morgana said calmly as they approached the door and Morgana knocked on it softly. ‘Morwena? My sweet, it’s me, mum, can I come in? Please open the door.’ Morgana said calmly as Arthur moved close to her with the intension of the moment the door was open to burst in. Morgana shoved him non-too-gently away and waited for Morwena to open the door. It was only a crack, a hand moved out of it and wrapped around her mother’s arm, pulling her inside the room, before Arthur could do something Morgana was taken inside and the door was closed and locked again. Arthur sighed in exasperation.
‘IS SHE AT LEAST ALIVE?’ he asked, trying to take the hurt away from his voice and keep it shadowed by the anger. Morwena loved equally her parents and she had never locked him out of a room or refused to see him like she did now.
‘She’s fine, Arthur, give us a moment,’ Morgana’s voice was heard from inside the door. ‘Now can you tell me what all this is about? Are you torturing him because I didn’t take you to the Samhain rite and he allowed it?’ Morgana asked and Morwena shook her head. Morgana noticed her daughter was pale. ‘What is it?’ she asked this time with her voice holding no trance of anger but concern.
Morwena blushed furiously and raised her skirts slowly; showing to her mother the fabric she had been clutching between her thighs, the fabric was full of blood. Morgana understood in an instant. Raised as the ward of a king and only with a couple of maids up to a certain age, Morgana never knew how that day would be if she had her mother. Morwena suddenly burst into tears and Morgana hugged her child tightly.
‘Oh my sweet, it started last night?’ Morgana asked gently as she led her child behind the screen of her room, where they could change her, Morwena nodded.
‘It hurts, it’s awful and I don’t want it,’ Morwena complained and Morgana smiled in understanding. Morgana helped her daughter change and when they were done, she took her to the bed, where a small spot of blood was on the sheets as well, they sat on the edge of the bed. Morgana cupped her daughter’s cheeks and smiled at her.
‘My dearest love, we had talked about it before, when this happens, when our cycle starts, we are joyous, because our body works, it’s ready to bear children, in your case, heirs for Camelot. You should be proud of this because even as a witch, it will help you.’ Morgana started gently and Morwena looked at her less miserable and more interested, the princess knew of the actual uses of her cycle, she had no idea about the mystical ones.
‘Like the mother Goddess with her full moon, when all the energies are grown, the same stands for our cycle, when we have the blood, we’re more powerful than the rest of the days.’ Morgana explained and Morwena gave a weak smile, feeling good at knowing she was more powerful than before for the first time, even if she didn’t feel like it.
‘One day, you will give birth to children, and your body will keep functioning for you to be healthy, for your behavior to be balanced, for you to vent, this is a blessing, Morwena, the ability to give life to another human being, like I did with you, like your grandmothers did with your father and myself.’ Morgana explained and Morwena sighed and winced as she felt another stab of pain.
‘It doesn’t feel good,’ Morwena complained and Morgana sighed and kissed her daughter’s forehead.
‘I wish I still had that ugly feeling once in a month, Morwena, I truly do,’ Morgana said gently at her child and Morwena looked at her mom in wonder and shock.
‘You were born too early and the labor was hard, I was almost gone, however, I survived thanks to magic, like you did, but the hard labor had taken its toll on me. Something happened inside me and ever since my cycle stopped, my womb stopped working and I cannot bear more children.’ Morgana said in a small voice as Morwena looked at her mom in tears of sympathy.
‘That’s why you don’t have a sibling, that’s why I have been so austere to you, because you’re my only child, my only Heiress both for the throne and Avalon and there is no hope for more children, no hope for you to have the burden shared.’ Morgana added and now her own eyes were full of tears too. Morwena hugged her mother tightly.
‘I didn’t know, mum,’ Morwena whispered to her mother’s ear as Morgana hugged her daughter tightly in her arms.
‘I know sweetie, it wasn’t your burden to carry. But I am telling you this now so you can understand the importance of this, so you can embrace the idea, as long as you’re seeing this, you’re a healthy woman and not with child, this can keep off enemies of the crown, can keep your king in his place, your magic can do amazing things while you have your cycle.’ Morgana said and Morwena smiled and nodded.
‘I am sure I will feel better the moment Olwyn makes some herb for me to drink,’ Morwena said and Morgana smiled and nodded her head as she kissed her daughter’s cheek once more, like Morwena did with her mother. The two stood up and moved close to the door.
‘Lets go out, your father must have killed Merlin and the entire council in his fear for you. Please apologize to him for locking him out, he was like a stray puppy the moment I arrived. And oh, Olwyn is going to be joyous for the news, she will be more than glad to show you blood magic.’ Morgana said, as they reached the door however, Morwena took her mother’s hand in hers, Morgana turned and looked at her daughter in wonder.
‘You’re not austere to me, mum, you just do what you think is right, and I am grateful. There are not many women in the entire Europe to have my knowledge and power, and this is thanks to you.’ Morwena said, now understanding why her mother was more demanding than her father who had promised never to be like Uther, leaving to Morgana the burden of being the austere parent.
The Queen of Camelot hugged her daughter tightly, in enormous relief for her child becoming not just a woman, with her puberty’s proof on her body but also in her mind, who had matured.
‘I love you so much, Morwena, you’re my life, my heart and my soul.’ Morgana whispered and Morwena tightened her arms around her mother.
‘I love you too, mummy,’ she replied and the tears were soon back in their eyes, they chuckled emotionally and wiped one another’s. They opened the door and found Arthur looking at their crying faces in shock.
‘Tell me who made you cry both and I declare war on them!’ Arthur said dead serious, causing the Queen and Princess of Camelot to laugh hard.
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‘Mor-gana, are you listening to me? She’s moving up here,’ Arthur’s voice snapped Morgana out of her thoughts as the royal couple was still on the balcony. Morgana looked at her husband who was still hugging her and then looked at the doors of the palace that opened for her daughter to move to the balcony.
Morwena was wearing a beautiful purple dress, similar to the one her mother wore but in white color for the Queen. Arthur and Morgana looked at their daughter who lowered her head and approached.
‘I’m here to apologize to mother, for my earlier behavior. I should have thought before I spoke about things I do not fully understand yet.’ Morwena said with a quiet voice, referring to the fight she had with her mother on a spell Morgana had tried to teach her child and they had ended up screaming at each other and Morwena leaving the palace on her horse for almost two hours.
Arthur and Morgana looked at each other and after Arthur’s nod, Morgana lowered her own head.
‘I’m sorry I pushed you too hard to do it in the first try, my sweet, I just thought it would be easier for you,’ Morgana apologized in her turn and Morwena raised her head with a smile.
‘Can we try tomorrow again?’ Morwena asked with hope in her voice and Morgana smiled brightly.
‘Of course we can,’ she replied and her daughter hugged mother tightly still in the hug of her father.
‘Oh that’s it, my sweet girls, now the kingdom can finally be at peace with you two insane women,’ Arthur said teasingly and both Morgana and Morwena pocked his ribs, causing him to laugh and jerk.
‘Stop, I command both of you as the high king,’ Arthur said as he glanced at the court, where some subjects were watching up at the family and were laughing at the little family play.
‘Very well, father, but I need mum with me for a very important talk.’ Morwena said and took her mother by the hand. ‘You can go and find uncle Merlin, I think he’s lazing around in the meeting room instead of arranging the next tonics for your soldiers.’ Morwena said and Arthur frowned, he would have to put the warlock in his place again.
Mother and daughter moved inside the palace and towards Morwena’s bedroom, the girl was literally glowing in happiness. Morgana paused her movement and took her child’s hand in hers.
‘Tell me, what it is.’ Morgana asked impatiently and Morwena sighed in happiness and nodded her head. She lifted up the sleeve of the hand Morgana was holding and the Queen gasped.
‘I met a young man in the forest, he’s so handsome and gentle, his name is Mordred, a very good soul, of course I didn’t tell him of who I was, I didn’t want him scared and running, he was wearing this and he gave it to me as a token for my heart, he said, he also said he feels like he knows me for years, just like I felt, but it was the first time we met. Isn’t it beautiful?’ Morwena said as she showed to Morgana the bracelet Morgause had once given to Morgana and she had given to Mordred.
‘It is very beautiful, my sweet.’ Morgana said gently as she looked deep into her child’s eyes. One of the reasons for her to return, so many years ago and fight for her love, Arthur and her place in Camelot, was now happening, Morwena and Mordred had met.
Morgana could feel the bracelet had no magic in it binding Morwena so Morgana smiled, her vision would become true, Morwena was to fall in love with Mordred and his love for her would be greater than his hatred for a Camelot that existed no more, Morgana and Arthur were safe.
It wasn’t every day a woman can save her King…
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