Morgan is mine and Wolverine and the X-Men belong to Marvel. Warning: This story has slight incest and talkings of rape and slavery.
Chapter 2
"Your freedom, yes." Wolverine looked at her, but the look in her eyes was of pain.
"I can't. I would betray my people." Morgan looked at him.
"Logan, I can't help but think she was sent here to help you with something." Kurt mused.
"What would that be?" Logan asked.
"That's for you to figure out." The blue elf sat next to Morgan who shied away from his presence. "Please, Morgan. We are all friends. I want to ask you some questions."
She looked at Kurt and then at Logan. Logan nodded with permission. She looked back at Kurt. "Alright."
"You have standing permission to make friends with the X-Men, Morgan." Logan said. "I don't believe you need permission to have friends."
"Friends?" She looked perplexed. "What's that?"
"It's a group of people who have similar interests, are on an equal footing, and have fun together." Logan explained. It wasn't really his forte.
"Morgan, I wish to know. What is the religion like in your dimension?" Kurt asked excitedly.
"The
king is a god, born to lead his people and be worshipped. He chooses
a mortal queen who ascends to being a goddess on the wedding night."
Morgan took a deep breath and continued. "The princes are imbued
with divine birth, but they do not become gods unless they ascend the
throne. Princesses remain undivine unless they marry their brothers
or other relative on the throne."
"Anything else?" Kurt
pressed.
"I do not believe so." Morgan looked at Logan. "How long until we go to my new home, my lord?"
"We are almost there."
Kurt looked at her. "Morgan, do you have any abilities besides your immortality?"
"I can call the elements to use in a fight, but I do have a unique ability that no one knows about. Not even the prince." She smiled then. "I can make objects appear out of thin air with great concentration."
"You'll have to show me sometime." Logan smiled at her.
"As you wish, Master."
"You must learn to call me Logan, Morgan."
"I couldn't. I would be breaking the rules. I must call you my lord or master. There is no middle ground. I wish that I could follow your request, but it is impossible, my lord."
Logan sighed as the Blackbird touched down and said, "Fine, but I will not require you to live in your pendant. I want you to live in my room however. I don't want you getting hurt if you cannot be that far away from me."
"Yes, my lord." Morgan nodded.
"We should also take you shopping." Logan said, raising an eyebrow.
"All my clothes are in the pendant. I can also make my own from thin air." Morgan looked pleased with herself.
"That's fine. Come on, I'll show you to your room since the kids are still in class. You don't have to deal with them if you don't want to." Logan was explaining.
"Hello, Princess Morgan. Welcome to the School for the Gifted. I'm Charles Xavier."
"Hello." She curtsied and waited for the man in the wheelchair to speak.
"I see. Well, perhaps you will break away from your slavery eventually, my dear. I believe Logan may be the kind soul you are looking for." Xavier smiled.
"Thank you, Master Xavier."
"Oh, call me Charles, your highness."
"I haven't been called that in a very long time." Morgan looked at Logan.
"If you want to use that, then you can." Logan said.
"I wish to use 'your highness'." Morgan asked.