A/N - Final chapter! :D Thank you, everybody that had this story on alert! Hope you all have enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it! :)

That night, I insisted that Arthur sleep in his own bed. It took almost an hour of arguing, but I finally won. I lay awake as he slept, waiting for the dreadful hour when my curse would take ahold of me. I felt myself changing, I tried not scream at the burning pain that surged through my body. Within mere minutes I became a horrifying monster. My fur was midnight black, my fangs as white as snow. My beady green eyes stuck out like beacons in the black of the night. Two hideous webbed wings stretched from my back, hovering over my cat-like body like a dark cloud. I crawled quietly to his bed. I gazed at the sleeping prince, how could you possibly care about me? I'm a monster, a terrible disgusting creature from the pit of hell. With a soft whimper, I climbed up on the bed and lay my weary head next to his.

I woke up the next morning, returned to my human form. After several minutes, I realized that Arthur was holding me in his arms. I pulled back gently, trying not to wake him. A tear fell from my eye splashing onto the white sheets. Oh Arthur, could you ever except me for what I really am? My back was to the bed, so I didn't notice him waking up, nor did I see him approach me.

"Freya?" he asked me. His face was filled with concern as he saw that I was weeping. "What's wrong?" I shook my head, not wanting to tell him the dark secret that had plagued me for so many years. "Please, Freya. You can tell me." he pleaded. Finally, I broke down and told him the truth. I told him how I had accidentally killed a sorceress' son while trying to defend myself. I told him how she had cursed me to kill forevermore and the appalling creature she'd turned me into.

"You must hate me!" I sobbed bitterly, burring my face in my hands.

"No." he said softly. I glanced up at him, surprised at his answer. "No." he repeated, his voice firm and hard. He pulled me into his arms, fiercely embracing my frail body.

"But I'm a monster." I cried.

"No, you're not a monster, Freya. Even if you were... I-I..." his voice began to choke up, tears of his own streamed down his face.

"What, Arthur?" I asked. He pulled himself a distance from me and looked straight into my eyes.

"I would still love you." he told me. His words mended my broken heart, the emptiness inside of me was filled. Joy rushed throughout my entire being, I hadn't felt this happy in years. In that moment I decided that all my sufferings were worth it. Because of what I'd gone through, I was able to meet Arthur, and to me, that was worth more than anything in the world. He leaned down to kiss me, it was a gentle kiss, a pure kiss.

"I love you too, Arthur."

I look back on that moment now, 20 years later, reflecting on the power of our love. When Uther died, I was able to come out of hiding. Gaius, the court physician, found a cure for my curse. Arthur was crowned king and soon after, and I stood beside him on the throne as his queen. Years flew by, Merlin became the court sorcerer, Guinevere married Lancelot, and Morgana was named court prophetess along with her half-sister, Morgause. Nothing could have been more perfect, this was truly Camelot's golden age. I gazed out my chamber window, down below my and Arthur's children played. Our three girls had curly blond hair and crystal blue eyes, the spitting image of their father. They all took an interest in swordplay, Morgana told us that they would one day be known as the warrior princesses of Camelot. Our son however, was quite the opposite. He took on my appearance more than Arthur's, with dark hair and warm brown eyes. He preferred sorcery over swordsmanship and spent a great deal of time practicing with Merlin. I can't help but wonder, if I hadn't met Arthur, would things have been different?