The Cross
She was expecting hatred, but there was only hurt and even something soft in his eyes as he looked at her.
"I should have helped you" Arthur whispered, his voice broken. "I failed you."
Somehow, that, unlike the many questions he asked before, seemed to tear through her barriers. Arthur had always been a noble fool, so, why did it surprise her so much?
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you" added the King, looking her straight in the eye.
She knew he wasn't lying – he was a terrible liar.
"It's too late" she said, shaking her head. "Too late now."
"It's never too late" retorted Arthur, pleading.
"You withhold your father's laws. You persecute my kind" she accused, her voice hard.
"If it could bring you back – if it would cure your hatred – I'll change them. You are the only reason they still stand – how could they not, when you chose to use your magic to hurt us? If you were by our side, if you had told me, if you had [i]asked[/i] me… Then I'd be glad to change them – to change [i]you[/i] into the woman you once were."
There were tears in her eyes.
"And could you do it now?" she asked. "Could you trust me? After everything I've done to you?"
He took a step forward.
"I'd do [i]anything[/i] to have you back."
Morgana shook her head, and looked down – she tried to rein her emotions, to hold to her beliefs, but it all came crumbling down as his arms suddenly came around her body, shielding her and holding her in place.
"All I wanted…" she started, but the sobs were racking trough her earnestly now. "I wanted… And Morgause…"
"It's alright" he said softly to her hair. "I know."
"Uther…"
"Is dead" Arthur's voice was firm. "It's only us now."
"All I ever wanted was to be accepted. But he couldn't, could he?"
"No. But I can."
"Oh, Arthur…" she sighed, tears running down her face. "Can you forgive me?"
And it was all that it took – all that was needed, and they were all together once more – forever.