Chapter 11:

"..." talking

'...' thinking

It had been two months sence Guinevere had brought a very happy and very helthy baby girl into the world and Ceres and Gawain had told everybody about there little miracle. Today was the day that Viviane would be blessed by Merlin and was formally going to be named Princess of Britain. The small child was dressed in a gold satin dress and matching cap, she was curled up at her mothers chest and had a tight hold of Arthurs finger.

Merlin placed his hand ontop of her head and said, "May the gods bless this child in everething she does." Viviane cooed softly and you could see the adoration in the old mans eyes. He turned to the large group of people and anounced "Princess Viviane." Everebody cheered for there new princess and bowed there heads. There was a festival held in her honnor but the ladies had decided that it was just an escuess for the men, besides Arthur who almost never got drunk, to drink and celabrate. Morgan noticed a pretty blond smileing at Lancelot while she refiled his drink, thow she trusted Lancelot with her heart and soul she didn't trust the barmaids. She walked over to him from behind and wrapped her arms losely aound his neck and kissed his jawline. Morgan looked up to see the woman glare at her but quickly covered it up and smiled at her.

"Hello Princess. Can I get you anything?"

"No thankyou, you may go now." The woman bowed her head and walked over to another table. Lancelot grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap and nuzzled her neck.

"Jealous?" He wispered in her ear. She arched an eyebrow and pulled her head back. Lancelot was smirking at her and she folded her arms across her chest.

"What do I have to be jealous about?" His smirk turned into a smiled and he rested his forehead against hers and tightened his grip on her waist.

"I love you more then anything in this world and would never hurt you in any way." Morgan smiled and kissed his lips softly.

"I know, and I love you too." She kissed his lips once more and stood from his lap and walked over to the bar.

Ceres POV:

I sat on Gawains lap with my head resting on his shoulder when I heard fighing comeing from the table next to ours. Irina and Galahad was at it again, and by the sound of it they had just started.

"Will you two just sleep with eachother already." I called to them. They both went quiet and stared at me.

"Never!" They both yelled at the same time, they gave eachother odd looks before walking to diffrent ends of the tavren.

"Morgan needs to force them to marry before we all go crazy." Gawain laughed and rested his hand on my slightly swelled belly and rubbed his hand in circles.

"I'm sure they'll both come to there sences before then." I raised an eyebrow at him, my husband had become an optimistic man.

"What do you want the baby to be?"I placedmy own hand over his and smiled slightly.

"Alittle girl, so she'll be as pretty as her momma."I smiled and raisedmy head off his shoulder and kissed his lips.

"I love you."I wispered against his lips.

"I love you too."

Morgan POV:

I was at the bar drinking a glass of water when Arthur came up to me.

"Hello big brother." I smiled at him and he kissed the top of my head and seated himself next to me.

"Morgan the pope is to come in a weeks time, he was visiting some family in another town and has asked to stay here till they can restock there wagons and head back to Rome.

'Great, just what we need, more Romans.' "Yes Arthur, i'll have everything ready for when he arrives." He smiled at left in search of his wife. Two arms went around her waist and nuzzledmy neck slightly.I knew it was Lancelot but decided to have some fun with him.

"Not infront of Lancelot, he might catch us." He froze andI smiled slightly.

"You better be kidding, or i'll kill any man in this fort." He warned.I smiled and restedmy head in the crook of his neck.

"Jealous."I repeted his early statment and herd him growl inmy ear.

"I'll show you jealous." With that he pickedme up and carriedme out of the tavren and headed for our chambers.

Irina POV:

I sat at the bar and watched as Lancelot carried Morgan to there chambers, and Arthur dance with Guinevere, Viviane laying between them, and finally Ceres and Gawain talking about there little miracle that was to bless them inseven months time. I sighed and took another drink of my ale.

'Will I evere find love like that?' I wondered. I had plenty of suiters but they only wanted to be put in high regards with Merlin. I glanced at Galahad who looked as if he was lost in thought as well. I woulden't let anybody else know this but I did infact like Galahad more then I let on. I felt two arms go around my waist and an alcohe smell voice wispered in my ear. I tried to free myself but his grip on my was to strong, I felt the man frezze behind me but his grip was still tight around me.

"Let her go." I new that voice. The man let me go and I moved away from him and saw Galahad lower his dagger from the mans back. The man ran out of the tavren as soon as the dagger was off his back. Galahad placed both of his hands on eather side of my face and looked right into my eyes.

"Are you ok? did he hurt you?" I shook my head and smiled slightly at the way he was fussing over me. He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Galahad pulled back slightly and smiled at me. That night I spent the night with the only man that I had ever loved.