Chapter five: part one
Title: It doesn't matter what you wish - you'll never cease being who you are
Author: JennnyJ
Pairing(s): Arthur/Guinevere, Guinevere/Lancelot, slight Merlin/Morgana and perhaps some Merlin/Freya
I'm truly sorry I've not shown any interest in this story for a while but I red through it for a while and I found so many spelling and grammar misstakes and the story felt so lame so I actually didn't think anyone would be sorry if I didn't continue this - but thanks to cloudsbringsyouimagination this chapter was written, thankyou for your support! And I'm sorry this part is so short.
"So, you've passed the test?" Morgause asked as she rose from the throne and walked towards Arthur with a cold smile. "A handsome young fellow, I have to say."
Arthur did not move as Morgause stroke his chin with the back of her hand but he couldn't stop a shiver rushing through his body.
"What do you think, sister?" She turned her head towards Morgana and he tried not to grimace, it couldn't be right. Something in must be wrong – Morgana and Morgause couldn't be sisters. They just couldn't.
"Well", Morgana watched him for a while, a smirk upon her red lips. "From what I've heard he fought really well and I believe that Camelot needs men like him."
"So that is your wish, sister?" Morgause lifted an eyebrow "I should let him join the knights?"
"Yes, I think so", Morgana said, the smirk upon her lips widened. "That Lancelot would be furious."
There was something in her eyes that sent a shiver through Arthur's body. This Morgana wasn't as the one he used to know, this one was colder.
"So", Arthur cleared his throat and bowed his head. "How will it be?"
"Right now there is too much going on, we cannot dub you until the end of next week", Morgause said and returned to her throne. "But until then you are welcome to attend the knights training."
"My Queen", despite how wrong it felt, Arthur bowed both to her and to her sister, "The Lady Morgana."
Morgana returned the gesture and followed him out.
Before Arthur could take his leave, she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Tell me, boy", she said even though he was only two years younger than her, "what do you think about Sir Lancelot?"
"My thoughts about him I dare not to speak because they are anything but friendly", he said without meeting her gaze. "I do not think that is what you want to hear, my lady."
"But there you are mistaking", Morgana said and looked over her shoulder before she dragged him with her to a more private place. "This Lancelot won't leave me alone, no matter what I say or do – I do not like him and my sister won't listen to me."
Arthur frowned – why would Lancelot ever do anything like that?
"You are the Lady Morgana – you shouldn't need the Queen to make people you do not like back off", he shook his head, what could have happened to her making her need others approval before taking action? She'd never been like this before – she has always been very independent.
"I know", she said through her teeth and turned her head so that she could look through the window. "But I thought – if Lancelot saw me with someone other, someone like you, he might give up?"
Arthur couldn't help but laugh, making her eyes darkening.
"So you want me to start courting you?" He asked as if it was the joke of the year. "God, Morgana – I cannot do that!"
"Why not?" She asked, clearly upset. "You and I have no bond to each other and this would just be a game – to make Lancelot keeping his dirty hands off me."
Arthur's expression darkened.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "Have he forced himself upon you?"
He couldn't believe it, he'd thought that perhaps Lancelot had just said some inappropriate words, looked at her longer than he should – things like that. Never would he imagining something like this. How could he do this? How could he break everything a knight stands for? How could he break Guinevere's heart? It wasn't like him.
Morgana didn't answer; her face red of embarrassment. "So, will you help me?"
Arthur nodded. "Just tell me when and where."
And for the first time in this world, he saw her smile of happiness.
Merlin walked through the castle, admiring every statue and furniture on his way to Gaius' patient.
After asking two guards for the way he found himself standing outside the Queens resident.
Quite nervously he knocked on the door before waiting for an answer.
There came none so he knocked once more.
As five minutes had passed and no one asked him to enter he tried to open the door just so that he could leave the potion on the Queens table and then go.
Carefully he stepped in and for a moment he couldn't do anything but just standing there and stare at the beauty of the room – all the mirrors and paintings.
Suddenly remembering himself, Merlin walked over to the dinner table and as he placed the potion onto the desk he glimpsed some papers filled with names.
With a look over his shoulder he picked up one of the papers and studied it closer, it appeared to be a list of sorcerers in the surrounding areas. He wrinkled his forehead and tried to memorise as many names as possible – he must talk to Arthur about this.
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Hugs, Jenn