Disclaimer : I wish I could own them, but I don't. Merlin, its characters and plot, belongs to BBC.
N/A : This is a last minute adding, I'm not really sure about it. I thought the story was done with previous chapter.
Epilogue
Arthur entered the throne room. His father was facing him, his eyes already fixed on him. This was not a good sign. Break-fast was set on the table, untouched. Arthur swallowed. Uther was still silent.
The door behind the prince opened, and Morgana entered. She was simply dressed with her hair falling freely on her shoulders. She was so irresistibly beautiful. Arthur gave her a reassuring smile, trying to lock hands. She pocked at his hand and walked to Uther, perfectly poised.
« Sire, you wanted to see me? »
« Sit. »
The order sounded like a slap. Remaining calm and composed, she bowed her head, and walked to the table. To Arthur, she suddenly looked a little green, and she didn't touch the food, her hands on her lap. He walked in turn to the table, stood by his usual place, facing her.
« What do you have to say for your defense? »
Arthur was unsure who Uther has addressed his question.
« Answer me, Arthur. »
Relief washed oven him. Morgana's secret was safe. His father was furious at him. First time ever he was happy about it…
« Couldn't you declare yourself properly? I've been waiting for weeks you both came to ask for my benediction, but no! You preferred secrecy and inappropriate nocturnal visits to each other chambers!! You're the Crown Prince! You can not act like a peasant teenager! »
« Uther, this is my fault… »
« Shut up, Child. »
« Father… »
« This had to stop immediately. »
Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but Morgana beat him.
« I'm afraid this is not possible, Uther. »
« I'm sorry? »
The king looked more furious than ever, and even more shocked than his son by her assertiveness.
« Unless you want another scandal when I'll start to show… »
Arthur's jaw fell, and an incredibly happy smile appeared on his face. Uther was smiling too, but he suppressed it at once. She turned to Arthur, and placed his hand on her stomach.
« Welcome to fatherhood, my love. »
The end is only the beginning.