Chapter 17
Later that afternoon Adena stood with Lancelot with Morgaine standing before them, holding a cup in the air. She was whispering words into the wind, the couple nervous as the other. After the confrontation with Guinevere and Merlin, Lancelot didn't want to take any more chances, especially with Adena pregnant with his child, so he had asked Morgaine to marry them.
It was a small wedding on the hill with the knight's, Vanora and her kids standing some ways behind the couple. Although already marrying them, Morgaine had given Adena a beautiful navy gown that fitted her well but flowed at her elbows to her wrist and from her waist to the floor.
Morgaine brings down the cup and holds out to Lancelot, speaking in her language before telling him to drink. He then handed it to Adena, who took a small sip before giving the cup back to another Avalon priestess.
"You are now one–one soul, one being." Morgaine smiled, taking a step forward to stand directly in front of them.
She took Lancelot's left hand and Adena's right hand in hers before placing Lancelot's hand over Adena's, sandwiching them in her hands. Morgaine spoke in a language neither of the couple understood.
"Live your life as though it were your last for now that the future has changed..." Morgaine shook her head, almost sighing, "Anything can go."
Adena smiled, wanting to laugh as the priestess sounded almost modern than 4th century woman she was. Morgaine let their hands go and took two steps back to let the couple kiss to seal their marriage further. Cheers and clapping was heard, but neither of the now married couple heard. Rather they were more into each other than anything around them.
"Do you not think it's time to come up for some air now?" Gawain yelled.
Followed by Galahad saying, "Aye, you can do this all later tonight!"
This caused the group to laugh as the couple quickly pulled away, Adena blushing in embarrassment while Lancelot glared at the other knight. Laughing, the woman hugged Lancelot, burying her face into his neck. Lancelot, in turn, hugged his wife to him and just held her off the floor for a few seconds before spinning.
"Forever you are mine; no one will ever take you from me." Lancelot whispered, kissing her forehead as he placed her back down on the floor, "Or my children."
Adena pulled back slightly, raising an accusing eyebrow. "Children? And please tell me, who is going to have all these children you want?"
Lancelot kissed her instead of answering, Adena glaring at him through the kiss, though she was smiling. The group continued to clap, telling the couple that a special feast was prepared and waiting for them to start it.
Smiling, Morgaine turned towards Malia and her husband, the couple happily content just being around each other. The time to wed them before the natives and the Romans that have stayed behind wasn't until a couple weeks more after the burial and the rebuild of the wall to finish.
'Oh, my dear daughter, you will go through hardship and anguish, but you will be out on top. Yes, you have helped save Arthur from the fate that had already been placed down before him should both Guinevere and Merlin had had their way. Although you will not be mentioned in the stories to be passed down, you will be in forever in debt with the Gods and Goddess, just like the woman from another time.' Morgaine sighed contently, the smile widening. 'Yes, all well be well...for the time being.'
The feast within the room that held the Round table was loud and fun, with both Adena and Lancelot having only eyes for each other. All the men (even Tristan, which Adena was very surprised that he knew how to dance) danced with Adena at least one per song or even switching her from one knight to the other in one song. It wasn't until the sixth song did Lancelot finally got a hold of Adena, not letting anyone else come near her. So about half way, Lancelot took Adena to their home, wanting to be alone with his wife.
His wife.
Although he never saw himself tied down to one woman, let alone be married for the rest of his life, Lancelot knew that he would do anything to be in Adena's life. Making love as a married couple meant something even more special to them; almost as if it were their first time. Now lying as close as they possibly can, Lancelot took to caressing Adena's back as she trailed her fingers over his chest.
"Out of all the women, why did you pick me, Lancelot?" Adena suddenly whispered, curious.
Lancelot stayed quiet for a long time, trying to gather his thoughts. "At first it was because you rejected me, than it was not the speaking to me or anyone." he sighed, turning his head and kissing the top of her head. "I really didn't realize I have fallen in love with you until you got hit with the dagger and lost a lot of blood. Not many thought you were going to make it; and I realized I wouldn't be able to live without seeing you in my life. Even if you weren't with me, I couldn't live without knowing you have died."
Adena stayed quiet, tracing over scars on his ribs and stomach. "I didn't want to fall in love with you because I knew what was to come, but also falling in love with a knight is always dangerous. Then there was the whole out of time thing." Adena sighed, wrapping her arm around him tightly. "I actually only liked you, then after you made love to me for the first time and kept close, I had fallen in love without really knowing." she laughed softly, "Tis actually funny, really; I always envision myself falling madly in love with the dark and mysterious Tristan. Instead I snagged the loud womanizer."
All movement ceased as Lancelot stared up at the ceiling with a frown as he remembered her dancing with Tristan at the feast. "Please tell me you are jesting."
Adena smiled and moved to lean over her frowning husband. "I am your wife, am I not? And I am to give you a child, am I not?"
"Yes, but–"
Adena kissed him, "No buts; I am yours, you are mine, end of story."
Lancelot took the back of her head, his lips near hers. "No, the story has only begun." he muttered against her lips before kissing her.
As Adena smiled, she laughed against his lips as he turned them over for one more go, knowing his mind would always be nagging him about her thought of being with Tristan when she had came to live in this time. Things, it seemed, to be good for the moment, and neither of them wished for it to end.
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"We will get her, that woman had no right to mess up our plans to take over this island." Merlin growled, looking up at the trees.
Guinevere looked at the dead guards around them with a hatred glare upon her beautiful sculptured face as blood was splattered upon her. Although it was a high crime to kill those from Avalon, for them to escape Guinevere and her father had to do what they needed to do.
"That woman had no right to take the man I love!" Guinevere cried angrily. "Whether plan you come up with, father, I will eagerly do your bidding and kill her myself if I am able to take the man I was destined to have."
Merlin looked back at his daughter with a look of darkness and pure evil before they were suddenly surrounded by a thick fog that appeared out of nowhere. After several seconds, the fog disappears, leaving only the bodies of Avalon behind, their blood pooling around them.
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In the middle of the night, Adena suddenly sat up in bed, holding the fur covering to her naked body. Lancelot quickly sat up, wondering what happening as his brain slowly was trying to wake up. Adena sighed, leaning against her husband, who comforted her by his strong arms circling around her in a tight embrace.
"I am sorry; I just had a terrible dream. I did not mean to wake you."
Lancelot brought her down to lie with him, holding her closer yet. "I am here, I am here," he whispered until Adena fell asleep again.
The very next morning, Lancelot took Adena towards the Round table room for breakfast, noting her mind was elsewhere since she woke to the terrible dream in the middle of the night. However, as soon as they entered the room, the couple noted the tension within the room. Looking from the men's grim faces to Morgaine's, Adena knew something terrible has happened.
When Malia moved out of the way they saw one of the Avalon men looking worse to wear. Despite all the clean up, blood was still shown and the cuts surrounding his face, his torso, and his arms. Inhaling sharply, Adena looked at Morgaine, who nodded to her, her grim face turning even darker at the question in the younger woman's eyes.
"Yes, Merlin and Guinevere have escaped. When they will they decide to show their faces again, I do not know." Morgaine confirmed Adena's fears.
Lancelot took his wife and sat her down at the table, seeing just how weak and exhausted she looked. "Perhaps none of this should have ever happened. Perhaps it was just best to have stayed quiet and find a way back home. I've only brought their fates to become even more cruel and horrible than before."
Lancelot kneeled before her, taking her face his hands as he sternly looked at her. "Never do I want to hear you say that; you were the only best thing to have happened to us when we found you all those years ago. You not only made our lives easier, but you brought happiness into our lives when we were so close to freedom. You even saved the ones you knew were to die; to us that is something to be grateful about and that you didn't go back to your time sooner." Lancelot sighed, leaning up to kiss her quickly, muttering against her lips. "You even made me happy after years of bitterness."
Adena held back her tears, looking from Lancelot to Morgaine. "I had a dream about Guinevere and Merlin escaping. I have a feeling it would be years until we see them again."
Morgaine nodded, looking back at the Avalon soldier. "Yes, I had feared that as well. I will bring as many I trust from Avalon to begin life here and grow our powers while keeping you all safe from the evil that has consumed my dear brother and niece." she then looked back to Adena, smiling, "But fear not so, rather enjoy the happiness you are to have and the family that is to grow."
Adena frowned behind the woman's meaning of her words as Lancelot tightly held her hand in his. Could it be that Morgaine had seen what was to come in her future in the past? Was it possible that nothing was to happen for years to come when Guinevere and Merlin finally decide to show their faces? Sighing, Adena places a hand on her still flat stomach, looking lovingly up at her husband.
Perhaps her decisions of staying were correct and should not question her decisions any longer. As the future saying went: Never regret what you do at the moment in time; for it was what your heart desired in the first place.
A/N: Sorry for the late update! I know it's been a while, but I work in retail and I'm a manger, so I get NO TIME OFF whatsoever during the holidays. And when I do have a day off, I'm being lazy and trying to catch my breath before I have to go back to work. Now, with that said, I do believe that a sequel is in the making after this story, do I don't know when it will be up since I have a few other stories I want to post first. Well, please review and let me know what you think!