Twins
Since leaving Camelot, Morgana had learned about pain, actual pain. As a noble lady and the king's ward, she had experienced little. Now she had experienced pain that affected the body as well as the soul.
But this latest experience, it was very painful and petrifying – and she was so tired after yet she never felt so satisfied and undoubtedly happy.
She watched as her sister blessed her newborn daughters, and in that moment she felt she could anything. After she had a nap.
"Look who wants to meet their mother," Morgause cooed as she placed one little girl in her mother's eager arms.
The past pain was forgotten once she held one of her daughters. Her daughters were so tiny and perfect, with pink skin and tufts of pale hair, a feature past down from their father. She wondered if they were also to have Urien's stormy grey eyes.
"What will you be naming them?"
Morgana smiled at the daughter in her arms, "This one will be Morfydd, after the goddess."
She then looked up to see the second born squirming in Morgause's arms
"And you," she said tenderly, "You will be named Gwenhwyfar, after a friend most dear to me."
"They will bring greatness and honor to these names," said Morgause with no clear emotion except for pride.