Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of the characters (though I wish I did).
Morgana's POV:
I sway side to side as my horse trudges through the wet snow. My cloak flies back in the wind as we finally see the gates of Camelot. I turn to see Mordred by my side as always. After the war and after we had lost many soldiers, Mordred, the remaining loyal soldiers, and myself fled to the outer edge of the land and took over a small kingdom. While my rightful place on the throne of Camelot was still taken by Arthur, I did finally have a kingdom to call my own, Barea.
The citizens of Barea were overruled by a harsh king, King Francis of Barea. Let's just say they were glad to see him gone. Most of the people lead lives as humble merchants and farmers while a few are trusted physicians. They welcomed us with open arms and something changed inside me. I could feel the evil and hatred that long since rotted my bones disappearing. I had never felt so loved by anyone other than Mordred. Speaking of Mordred, we grew very close after the war and eventually grew to love each other wholeheartedly, any feelings of betrayal or hate set aside. I have not made him my king, however. I've asked him to take the position several times but he's graciously declined. He's needed on the battlefield and he knows that the minute he becomes king, I no longer rule Barea.
We ride up to the gates of Camelot to be greeted by the guards, but they do not block us from entering. They bow their heads, scared by our power, but respectful nonetheless. We trot into the square and our horses are taken to the stables. I begin up the castle stairs, Mordred trailing behind me, as we make our way to the throne room. We are at a meeting of the, now 6, kingdoms.
Mordred's POV:
I follow Morgana to the throne room, taking in her regal appearance. It's still quite shocking, seeing her in flowing gowns and ornate jewelry again. It doesn't matter much to me, I'd still love her if she were in rags. We enter the throne room and she takes her seat at the table. I stand behind her, as her best knight, as the other knights have done with their kings. I stand tall and show off the crest on my breastplate, a raven against a navy blue background with a white peak in front of it, a sign of loyalty and protection even at the darkest times.
Not much happens at the meeting, but I can sense the other kings' and knights' fear. No one has really accepted the idea of a magical being ruling a kingdom, much less a queen on her own and in no rush to marry. They see her as unstable and uncontrollable. The thought of anyone defying Morgana makes my blood boil. When the meeting finally ends, we mount our horses and begin the long ride back to Barea.
We ride until dusk talking, laughing, and racing our horses through the forest. When we settle for the night, we roast meat and share some water, telling jokes and stories. I can feel Morgana's eyes on me as I magically put out the fire. "What are you thinking about," she says, "you look upset." Something had been bothering me, the same thing that bothers me every time there's a meeting of the kingdoms. "They don't trust us," I say, "they don't trust you." She knows what that does to me. She smiles sympathetically and puts a loving hand on my shoulder. "Don't mind them, Love," she says softly, "they don't know what we're capable of." I smile and lay down on the blanket. It's not the proper place for someone of Morgana's status to sleep, but Barea is not a very wealthy country. She settles into my arms and breathes a sigh of content as she falls into a deep sleep. I stay up until early morning, watching for enemies and worrying over the fate of our kingdom. I didn't understand much of the conversation of the meeting, but I did understand something; the other five kingdoms won't give Barea any assistance.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry if this is a bit OOC, I was writing this in a rush in 21st Century Literacy. I hope you all liked it. I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Until then, bye! ~Stay Classy~