A/N: Whee! So I just posted chapter four of FF.N and now I'm writing chapter five! Doesn't that ROCK!? LOL, jkjk Please r&r!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Touchstone Pictures and Morgaine belongs to… the legend I guess…

"Lady Morgaine! I welcome you!" Guinevere said happily. "Come with me, and I'll take you to Lancelot." As Guinevere led Morgaine out of her chambers, she noted that Galahad's eyes lingered on the priestess. Guinevere smiled to herself. It looks like he's found someone.

When they reached the healer's ward, Lancelot was sitting upright. When he saw Morgaine, he grinned. "Morgaine! How wonderful to see you! Ah, and Guinevere, my queen. It's been too long." Guinevere and Lancelot promised that they would put on this façade when they had company.

Morgaine was carrying a small pouch. Out of it, she pulled several small bottles of liquids, pastes or creams. On Lancelot's bedside table, there was an empty jug and a wooden bowl. "Queen Guinevere, where is the kitchen?"

"Why do you need to go to the kitchen?"

"I need water and linens."

"I can get them for you."

"No, thank you, but I can get them myself."

After telling Morgaine where the kitchen was, Guinevere sat down beside her lover. "It was so hard not to look at you." He murmured.

Guinevere smiled. "Don't worry. We'll have our time." She sat back down and they waited for Morgaine.

When the priestess returned, she went straight to work. Then, after thirty minutes, Guinevere asked Morgaine a question.

"Morgaine?"

"Yes, milady?"

"You are Arthur's half-sister, yes?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, does that make you a Briton?"

Morgaine looked at her. "Yes. I am a full- blooded Briton."

Lancelot glanced up. "But you are younger than Arthur!"

"Aye. My mother was a Briton and so was my father. Her name was Igraine and she was married to my father, Gorlois. He was the duke of Cornwall for a while, until the Romans came. Their leader, Uther saw my mother. She was the fairest lady he'd ever seen. However, she was already married, and had a daughter, my sister, Morgause. That didn't stop him. He imprisoned my father for two years and married my mum. They had Arthur a year later.

"However, my father escaped and found my mother. They shared one last night together, in which I was conceived. Uther found my father and killed him. My mother had me in Britain and when I was four, she gave me to my aunt, Viviane, before they, Uther, mum and Arthur, went to Rome. Morgause and I were fostered in Avalon with Viviane." She sighed. "Someday, I will find Uther and kill him. I never knew my father because of him." She washed Lancelot's wound angrily.

"Did you like Arthur? He is your brother." Guinevere asked.

Morgaine shook her head. "No. He was always cruel to Morgause and me because we were full Briton. He thought he was better than we were. I loved Morgause more than anything. She was so good to me. I loved her like she was my mother."

"How much older is Morgause than you?"

"Five years."

They sat in silence for a while. Morgaine was busy cleaning Lancelot's wound with her head bowed. Guinevere knew that she had her head down so they wouldn't see her tears. At last, she lifted her head. "There. You're done for today. I'll come back every day until it scars." Morgaine beamed at him before kissing his brow and sweeping out the door.

Guinevere bent down and kissed Lancelot. "I'd better go too. Don't worry, though. I'll return."

The following evening at dinner, Guinevere had her usual spot in between Arthur and Galahad. Morgaine was on Galahad's left. The priestess looked beautiful. She was out of her traveling clothes and was clad in a deep red robe, edged with gold. On the wrists were gold bands and a gold circlet adorned her brow. Galahad couldn't take his eyes off her.

Since Morgaine had all of Galahad's attention, Guinevere looked to Arthur for conversation. The king was never much of a talker, so that plan failed. I guess I'll have no dinner talk then. Her gaze fell on Galahad and Morgaine.

She never saw the way Galahad looked at Morgaine before. His eyes never left hers and his face was shining. Morgaine no longer looked a serious as before; in fact, she was smiling and looking brighter. Guinevere turned back to her food. She thought it was so sweet that Morgaine and Galahad were in love. They would be wonderful together.

After a while, everyone began to leave the table. Morgaine left early, followed quickly by Galahad. He obviously adores her. Guinevere thought. She left shortly after him.

Galahad slipped into a grove of trees where he was going to meet Morgaine. He could see her waiting for him. The priestess was sitting down on the grass, singing softly. He walked over to her and sat. She smiled softly at him. She finished her song and reached out to him. Her slender fingers gently caressed his cheek. "I love you." She whispered.

Galahad grasped her hand. "I love you, too." He leaned in and kissed her. She moaned softly and removed his tunic. Quickly, they undressed each other, never breaking the kiss. Lips met, his calloused hands stroked her back, and her soft hands touched him. He kissed her and she nibbled on his lower lip, causing him to groan. This was the first time in ages they had been together.

Hours later found them lying in the grove in each other's arms. Morgaine was propped up against a tree and Galahad had his head on her breasts. She ran her hands over his hair. "Galahad?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you linger here instead of going home? Lancelot told me that most of the knights lost their homes, or came from horrid families. That is why they stay. Yet, you came from a good family that is still alive. Why don't you go back?"

He looked up at her. "Do you not know? Morgaine, I stay because I have you. I stay because I hate to be parted from you." He kissed her. "I love you, Morgaine."

Moments later, they rose and dressed. They were going back to their rooms, and pray that no one noticed their disappearance. When they reached Morgaine's room, Galahad kissed her and handed her something. It was a ring: a thin, gold band, with tiny jewels encrusted in it. Morgaine stared at it. The jewels glinted in the light. She slipped it on her fourth finger on her left hand.

Around her neck hung a gold chain. She removed it and put it around his neck. "When you doubt, trust this." She placed one hand on his chest, the other on hers. Twisting a lock of his dark hair around her finger, she kissed him. "I have to go. I love you, Galahad."

"I love you too. Goodbye."

'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me

I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive

A/N: Yeah, we know it was short but, aw! Galahad/Morgaine mushiness! The song belongs to Evanescence. It's called "Forgive Me." The lyrics, I think, explain my little G/M. She lived a shitty life and he's come and made her happy! Someday, I might write a fic getting more into detail about the G/M relationship, just not now. Kudos!

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