Morgan left me today. Again. It hurt so much I thought I wouldn't be able
to breathe. But of all things to make it worse, it is because of Sgath. I
don't know how, but I am going to make him pay. We were so close to making
the ultimate commitment and she would have been mine forever. I thought I
had time, I should have made love to her while I had the chance. Now I
have to watch them be together again. The last time was sickening enough,
and that was before I'd been with her. I think my envy will drive me
insane. I considered returning to England, but I have to stay here. I
have to stop him from having her.
Giomanch
For the rest of the evening Cal would wander through occasionally without speaking. He may have tried if not for the frosty glare always awaiting him.
When Cal hadn't returned for awhile, Morgan attempted to move from the place on the bed she had been sitting stoically on for the majority of the day. It was more difficult than she had thought it would be. All her muscles strained with the change in position and when she attempted to stand her leg could not take the weight and she crumpled into an undignified heap on the floor.
Grumbling she regained her composure as her stomach growled forcefully. As she struggled to support herself she heard voices approaching from the hall.
"Is she in there?" the cold, authoritative sound of her father's distinct voice flowed through the door.
The door opened to reveal Ciaran, as she suspected, and Cal. However the third party she had also assumed would be there was missing.
"Where's Killan?" Morgan demanded.
Ciaran waved his hand dismissively, "He mentioned a party, or was it a study group?"
"As me?" Morgan persisted.
"What does it matter? The matter before us is that I have been told I was summoned here," his voice dripped with sarcasm.
"That is hardly the most important matter. The issue that we need to talk about is you using me again. You and my br-, you and Killan show up here with lies about choices when you really are having me kidnapped and impregnated," Morgan shrieked.
"That is an extremely vulgar way of putting it," Ciaran objected. "You should think of it as a retreat to revaluate your choices that shall inevitably end with the birth of a new life."
Morgan gaped, "Could you really be that delusional?"
"He's right, you might as well look at this optimistically," Cal suggested.
Morgan turned on him, "Next time I want your opinion I'll ask, in the meantime go ahead and hold your breath."
"Cold," Cal said dejectedly.
"Come, don't be so cruel to my future son-in-law," Ciaran said with a chuckle.
"What? So now marriage is also a part of this twisted plan? Illegitimate grandchildren don't sit well with you but illegitimate children are okay?" Morgan said sarcastically.
"Well if Cal is going to take over the cult, you should be married," Ciaran said reasonably.
"Don't I get a choice in this?" Morgan said angrily.
"Well, of course. The binding spell will only work if your willing," Cal explained.
"So that's never happening," Morgan said under her breath.
Ciaran rolled his eyes, "You get your stubbornness from Maeve."
"Don't talk about my mother," Morgan said coldly.
"Morgan, whatever you may think, I loved Maeve," Ciaran said quietly. "So much that every breath I took while she was with someone else was excruciating."
"So you stopped her from breathing, that makes so much sense," Morgan said bitterly.
"Sometimes you love something so much you make bad judgement calls," Cal said rationally.
"I suppose you would sympathize, seeing as you tried to burn me to death," Morgan said scathingly. "You two would get along well, wouldn't you?"
"I would never kill you for being with someone else," Cal said softly.
"That's right, you'd kill them and imprison me," Morgan said cynically. "So much better."
"Whatever you saw of Maeve's death, you still don't understand. I gave her a choice. If she had come with me, accepted my love, she would still be alive," Ciaran explained.
"So your point is that subtlety has never been your strong suit?" Morgan snipped.
Ciaran sighed, "Morgan, why won't you let us have a chance?"
"It wouldn't make a difference. Even if we started over there would still be the same ending, your character would show through," Morgan said cruelly.
"Are you so certain?" Ciaran said, suddenly intrigued.
"Positive," Morgan said confidently.
"Well, then I will make you a deal," Ciaran began.
"What kind of deal?" Morgan asked suspiciously.
"You obviously don't want to stay here forever, but even less appealing is nine months of labor," Ciaran stated.
"The nine months isn't the repulsive part," Morgan mumbled eyeing Cal.
"How about this. I cast a small spell and you can go free," Ciaran suggested.
"Alright, there's a catch someplace. What is this 'small' spell?" Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Sort of a first impressions remover," Ciaran explained. "You'll remember everything that Cal and I have done, but it won't have any affect on your view of us. That way you have to give us an unbiased chance."
"And for this I get to go home?" Morgan asked.
Ciaran nodded.
"Are there any mind control aspects?" Morgan asked suspiciously.
"No," Ciaran responded.
"I guess anything is better than this," Morgan sighed in submission.
For the rest of the evening Cal would wander through occasionally without speaking. He may have tried if not for the frosty glare always awaiting him.
When Cal hadn't returned for awhile, Morgan attempted to move from the place on the bed she had been sitting stoically on for the majority of the day. It was more difficult than she had thought it would be. All her muscles strained with the change in position and when she attempted to stand her leg could not take the weight and she crumpled into an undignified heap on the floor.
Grumbling she regained her composure as her stomach growled forcefully. As she struggled to support herself she heard voices approaching from the hall.
"Is she in there?" the cold, authoritative sound of her father's distinct voice flowed through the door.
The door opened to reveal Ciaran, as she suspected, and Cal. However the third party she had also assumed would be there was missing.
"Where's Killan?" Morgan demanded.
Ciaran waved his hand dismissively, "He mentioned a party, or was it a study group?"
"As me?" Morgan persisted.
"What does it matter? The matter before us is that I have been told I was summoned here," his voice dripped with sarcasm.
"That is hardly the most important matter. The issue that we need to talk about is you using me again. You and my br-, you and Killan show up here with lies about choices when you really are having me kidnapped and impregnated," Morgan shrieked.
"That is an extremely vulgar way of putting it," Ciaran objected. "You should think of it as a retreat to revaluate your choices that shall inevitably end with the birth of a new life."
Morgan gaped, "Could you really be that delusional?"
"He's right, you might as well look at this optimistically," Cal suggested.
Morgan turned on him, "Next time I want your opinion I'll ask, in the meantime go ahead and hold your breath."
"Cold," Cal said dejectedly.
"Come, don't be so cruel to my future son-in-law," Ciaran said with a chuckle.
"What? So now marriage is also a part of this twisted plan? Illegitimate grandchildren don't sit well with you but illegitimate children are okay?" Morgan said sarcastically.
"Well if Cal is going to take over the cult, you should be married," Ciaran said reasonably.
"Don't I get a choice in this?" Morgan said angrily.
"Well, of course. The binding spell will only work if your willing," Cal explained.
"So that's never happening," Morgan said under her breath.
Ciaran rolled his eyes, "You get your stubbornness from Maeve."
"Don't talk about my mother," Morgan said coldly.
"Morgan, whatever you may think, I loved Maeve," Ciaran said quietly. "So much that every breath I took while she was with someone else was excruciating."
"So you stopped her from breathing, that makes so much sense," Morgan said bitterly.
"Sometimes you love something so much you make bad judgement calls," Cal said rationally.
"I suppose you would sympathize, seeing as you tried to burn me to death," Morgan said scathingly. "You two would get along well, wouldn't you?"
"I would never kill you for being with someone else," Cal said softly.
"That's right, you'd kill them and imprison me," Morgan said cynically. "So much better."
"Whatever you saw of Maeve's death, you still don't understand. I gave her a choice. If she had come with me, accepted my love, she would still be alive," Ciaran explained.
"So your point is that subtlety has never been your strong suit?" Morgan snipped.
Ciaran sighed, "Morgan, why won't you let us have a chance?"
"It wouldn't make a difference. Even if we started over there would still be the same ending, your character would show through," Morgan said cruelly.
"Are you so certain?" Ciaran said, suddenly intrigued.
"Positive," Morgan said confidently.
"Well, then I will make you a deal," Ciaran began.
"What kind of deal?" Morgan asked suspiciously.
"You obviously don't want to stay here forever, but even less appealing is nine months of labor," Ciaran stated.
"The nine months isn't the repulsive part," Morgan mumbled eyeing Cal.
"How about this. I cast a small spell and you can go free," Ciaran suggested.
"Alright, there's a catch someplace. What is this 'small' spell?" Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Sort of a first impressions remover," Ciaran explained. "You'll remember everything that Cal and I have done, but it won't have any affect on your view of us. That way you have to give us an unbiased chance."
"And for this I get to go home?" Morgan asked.
Ciaran nodded.
"Are there any mind control aspects?" Morgan asked suspiciously.
"No," Ciaran responded.
"I guess anything is better than this," Morgan sighed in submission.