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2000 years ago- Camelot:

Merlin Emrys and Morgan LeFay where newly married, they had taught each other everything they knew about magic and slowly fell in love over the years. They had the perfect life, power, love, a castle and everything else they could possibly want except a child. Morgan had been cursed as a child, so she was barren. This caused some problems for all the couple wanted was a child, and despite their powerful magic, it's the one thing they couldn't get. This meant that on the eve of Samhain when they took a stroll around their castle grounds, when they came across a little baby, they didn't hesitate to take her home. They raised her and on her fifth birthday she was blood adopted into the family and inherited the magical blood, magical gifts, and the title of their heiress.

Belladonna Morgan Emrys-LeFay grew up in her castle with everything she could ever want. She spent her days learning every branch of magic from her parents, including the lightest and darkest of magic that existed at the time. She learnt etiquette and languages and other important subjects from her mother who was once the princess of Camelot and played with the fairies and unicorns in the woods surrounding her castle. Her only friend was her familiar, a fire phoenix named ignis. Her father taught her how to survive without magic, how to use swords, bows and arrows, and even how to ride horses. By 11 she had no friends other than her parents and her woodland creatures, and she had learnt everything she could from both her parents and their extensive library.

That lead to me Belladonna Morgana Emrys-LeFay being stuck in a pretty room playing the damsel in distress. The room is large and has been set up as a standard guest room with the exception of locked windows and doors (except the bathroom). Every morning this week food has been awaiting me when I awake and a masked guard delivers my lunch, tea and dinner, it's always delicious food probably from the King's kitchens. The food arrives at the same time every day without any exception except today, my tea hadn't been delivered and it's nearing dinner time. A sharp knock on the door startles me and I prepare to attack with my magic (the room is warded so I can't escape), a guard walks in and says, "his majesty the king would like you to join him for dinner, be ready in half an hour." He then turns and leaves the room without waiting for my response.

I huff and decide to get ready; I spend the next half hour weaving my magic about my body and making myself look stunning. I have charmed my dress to be a replica of my favourite dress at home. My magic twists my black hair into pretty braids, and I morph my face into a vision of natural beauty, using my metamorphmagus skills to enhance my natural high cheek bones, blue eyes, pouty pink lips and flawless creamy skin.

I follow the guard through winding corridors until we reach a large door with golden handles, the guard pushes the door open and ushers me in before closing the door behind me. I walk into the room and look around, in the centre of the room is a long table with who I assume is my uncle Arthur sitting at the head of the table.

I walk in with my head held high, curtsy and sit in the closest seat to my uncles right and inwardly smile at his shocked look. He composes himself and says, "girl do you not know any etiquette?"

I frown at him and say, "of course I know etiquette my mother taught, how dare you insinuate otherwise or worse insinuate that my mother's teachings were substantial." The food is brought in by two men wearing formal looking armour and we both nod and smile politely, the conversation paused.

As soon as they have shut the door, Arthur glances at me with uncertainty clear in his eyes and says, "well clearly you weren't taught well as the seat to the right of the host is reserved for his heir."

I smile at him and say "I know that Uncle Arthur, as I understand you have no children, that leaves the next in line to be your sister Morgana Pendragon or as she is now called Morgan LeFay, my mother. Now as she clearly is not here, the role as heir falls to me as second in line to the throne so I am justified to be sitting in this seat, unless you are suddenly married with a child to fill this seat?"

He looks shocked and actually drops his fork before he says, "my niece?"

I laugh gently, causing him to gain a slight blush and say, "did you not here a word I said Uncle Arthur?"

He slowly starts to laugh with me and says "well if what you say is true then this is momentous, let's invite your mother to stay here and we can get you a few tutors to make sure you know everything you need, and we can crown you a princess of Camelot. The people will just adore you; they have been wanting me to expand the royal family for some time but after my last wife I'm sceptical to remarry."

He smiles fondly at me now and starts to eat. After dinner in silence and small talk he walks me back to my room and says, "goodnight dear." I whisper back a goodnight before walking into my room and sliding into my bed.

The next morning, I dress, and someone escorts me to breakfast with my uncle. After we have eaten, he leads me into his office and gestures for me to sit. The office is quite grand, on the one wall that is visible the bottom half of the wall is made of dark wood panels and the top has delicate paintings framed and mounted on maroon wallpaper. The other three walls are covered in shelves and cabinets housing books and files and one cabinet even housing liquor and cigars. The desk is a dark oak wood and is covered in paperwork and maps, except for one corner where a single photo frame and a candle sat. The chairs in the room were made of the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture with dark leather seats and backs.

A moment passes before he opens his mouth and says "my dear, I've spent the night pondering on your existence, I had my resident mage perform and inherence test on you and you are truly my niece. This opens a whole realm of possibilities. But my mind has become fond of one, it is no secret that I am getting older and soon I will not be able to produce an heir. A few years ago, my mage was trying to come up with solutions to my heir problem but at the time I refused. Last night one of the methods he proposed came to mind, you are already of my blood, so it would not change much but I want to blood adopt you. That way you can be my heir and you can have the direct blood of the crown, you can gain my family magics as my mother, your step-grandmother was a witch, and you would gain her magic. Her family specialised in battle magic, I can use it to an extent but not much, it centres around using weapons like swords to channel your magic"

Despite being a muggle line, the Pendragon's are classed as a politically powerful family in the magical world, which means this will benefit me in the future, and it will help me on the muggle side of the world as I will be a direct descendant of the first ruler of Britain.

At this point my full name is Lady Cassiopeia Belladonna Morgan Potter LeFay Emrys Pendragon, Princess of Camelot, I removed Lillian for my birth mother and replaced it with my true mother's name Morgan, short for Morgana.

Uncle Arthur and mother teaches me how to a princess and lady of the court. It is not too different from mother's lessons when I was young. They teach me politics and strategy, fashion and etiquette, law and war. They teach me how to be a merciless ruler. And that is what I become. Over the years our family becomes close, and we become an unbreakable force of power, nothing stood in our way until just after I turned 17, when a Druid my mother was friends with made a prophecy.

'The princess will pass and her soul will be free and return to her true family. Camelot will fall and Britain will rise until the princess reclaims her birth right and all will shine.'

Uncle Arthur passed laws that whomever gained power after Camelot's fall would have to honour their predecessors and when their princess returns make peace with her.

On my 18th birthday I walk into court, I dance, drink and laugh with high society. Unbeknownst to me a masked man somehow makes it past all the guards and the crowds and as midnight strikes, he drives a sword through my chest. Before anyone realises what's happening, I'm bleeding out on the floor and I as I take my final breath I whisper to my murderer "I'll tell the devil to keep an eye out for you"