yayayayay an update after the little angry previous chapie, Merlin is seriously getting lamer and lamer with the episodes but i won't even comment on that, armor will forever stand proud, we have the legends ;)

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Chapter 17 – Silent Agony

Breaking News: Her Royal Highness Princess Morgana of the Isles and His Royal Highness King Merrick of Mercia announced their upcoming engagement through the Palace of the Blessed. Avalon published a plain announcement for the happy event of the year. After the Marriage of Queen Morgause and King Cenred, now the Blessed Isles are uniting with Mercia. Weeks after the Princess' accident above Camelot's ground (for which not many explanations were given), Princess Morgana is uniting her realm with King Merrick who lacks an heir for his kingdom despite his previous marriages.

The marriage is of great significance for the splintering Albion.

Morgana's empty eyes stared at the tv screen of her room in Avalon. The device was the only source of light in the dark chamber even if it was late morning already. For the past weeks, Morgana spent her life in a mixture of nightmarish sleep, wide awaken agony and complete loss of touch with her surroundings. Morgause visited frequently, trying to bring the old, strong Morgana back, the maids forced the princess to eat and she only cared for her daily biological needs and shower while the maids would only change the sheets of her full-time used bed.

Her body ached after so long laying there, Morgause had mentioned something about the announcement the previous night but Morgana didn't care, wouldn't care. Arthur was gone, she had lost him, he was her brother, he was away…

She had tried to contact him, he never answered, he never tried to call back, in the fury of the first days from her return, she had tried, yet only silence she had received, and that had crushed her soul into tiny pieces of pain and despair. He had vowed to be by her side, but of course that vow had been given from lover to lover… not between siblings…

And then she just surrendered and decided to smother in her agony, the night and the day time passed and she shut herself in her chambers, not wanting to face anyone. Morgause screamed, threatened and ordered, commanded and pleaded, but Morgana's reaction was always two vacant eyes staring at the woman who made her world crumble.

Her body started protesting after a few days, she felt weak, nauseous and her mood kept changing from complete misery to hysterical frustration and back. She started vomiting every morning after a point but she always made sure to hide this fact from the maids and her sister, the last thing she wanted was her sister summoning all the healers of the palace to examine her, she was just broken, there was no therapy for that illness.

The door of her chambers opened to reveal a tall woman with blond hair, her austere posture couldn't make anyone mistake her, Morgause moved close to the bed of her sister, sat at the side of it close to Morgana and took her sister's hand in hers. Morgana's fingers remained idle in her sister's palm, cold and unmoving even if Morgause tightened the hold.

'Morgana…' Morgause whispered and Morgana kept her eyes staring at nothing. 'You need to get over it… it's over, you must go on, for your kingdom, Merrick is most ecstatic with the engagement, he's already preparing for your move to Mercia, he even asked permission from your highness as to make changes in our father's old palace in Mora so you can be able to get there anytime you wish. He's a good man, he's a man who will respect you. He will take care of you, and soon, you shall see, you'll love him, you'll learn to love him.' Morgause tried with a soft voice. Morgana hadn't spoken to anyone for weeks, the struggled whisper that came from her startled Morgause who didn't expect to hear her sister.

'Arthur…' the name was a tiny whisper, mostly a choke of a sound but it was enough to infuriate the Crown Queen of Avalon, now that she had a reaction from Morgana finally, it was time for her to kick some sense into her.

'Don't you think this is enough for a romance of few days? Don't you think you should rise to the occasion and be the queen you must be? Don't you think it's enough for everyone with your ridiculous crush on our enemy?' Morgause asked in shouts but Morgana seemed apathetic and unaffected, her eyes still staring to nowhere.

'-Love him…' Morgana whispered again, the bare truth hurting her deep within, shuttering her soul, her eyes filled with tears and Morgause didn't have the strength even to shout anymore, she just took a deep breath, ran her hand in her hair and left the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving Morgana to drift in more hours of sleep full of nightmares, missing the first in weeks, call in her Blackberry.

Arthur is calling…

'Please answer…' he gave a crushed whisper. The moment the unanswered call's tone was heard he smashed his phone with all his power against the nearest wall. His fury was making his blood boil as his wet eyes stared at the screen of the television, showing the news of her engagement to Merrick.

The first days had been a drunken hurricane of fury, alcohol and outbursts of destruction. He refused to receive anyone. Uther gave up after a point, so Gwen and Lancelot did, Merlin still tried and that had infuriated him more, making him in the middle of the night to leave Camelot for Caerleon and a small estate he had inherited by his mother. No one had made it to found him up until them, his recently destroyed blackberry had remained shut until that day and now lay in pieces on the floor. He had refused to talk to anyone, he had refused to face reality.

In the days still in the palace, he had started cutting communication with everyone and when he left, he just made sure not to be traceable. Uther kept a be balance between having his spies trying to find Arthur and giving excuses to the world and the press over his sudden absent, like the palace of Avalon, the castle of Camelot had given little detail over the accident of Morgana's and what followed. Arthur was sure he would be discovered soon now that he had used his phone but he would love to see who would have the guts to come and pick him up even through violence, he would love to use some violence of his own.

He had spent nights and days in the isolation, trying to accept the facts, trying to accept what he had gained and lost, trying to salvage his soul for his sin, Morgana was his sister. There was no repair for what had happened. There was no way to get out of his misery, and now she was set to marry Merrick, that old man was to touch her, to taste her body like he had done and the mixture of jealousy and pain and disgust and fury ate him alive as he knew, he had no right to touch her again, he somehow had to make up for his sin, and he had to watch the woman he loved marrying another man, or he could just somehow put an end to it all with by dying…

But taking your own life needs courage and self-esteem and right then Arthur had none of these, he was an empty shell of himself and he could do nothing over how his life had turned out. There was no escape from this maze of misery and knowing that away from him, she was probably in the same situation of pain only hurt him more.

Morgause was moving down the corridor that led to Morgana's chambers still infuriated with her sister, she had hoped her lie -mastered by Uther- would have been proven useful but so far, Morgana had been turned into a mess and as far as she knew from her spies, Arthur was also gone from Camelot and Uther couldn't find him so far. The Druids had been silent after the attack to Morgana and all this weird silence worried her more than anything.

Her marriage had been another problem as so far, she wanted only to kill Cenred with her bare hands and even if she slept with him every night when her body allowed it, there was no heir inside her womb growing, she had wished and hoped and prayed for herself to be the Le Fay that was to bring the Great heir into the world but so far there was nothing and that made her furious, she refused to accept it was Morgana even if she had destroyed her chances with Arthur Pendragon, it could be her and Merrick but Morgause feared that Morgana wouldn't touch her future husband and in her desperate try to remain away from him, she could even use magic under Morgause's nose.

'Morgause!' Cenred's voice was heard from the end of the corridor and she shut her eyes at the annoying sound of his voice, annoying and quiet worried she could tell.

'What now?' she asked in anger as he approached in his black clothes and she was shocked to say the least when he gripped her arm. 'Release me n-'

'Nimueh escaped Caerleon!' Canred said before Morgause could command him to leave her, she froze and looked at him with wide eyes full of fear.

'What? How?' she asked as she yanked her arm away and Cenred looked at her in equal anger.

'I don't know how a witch like yourself can do that but if I'm not mistaken there was a prophesy over her release…Mine and your spies reported that her cage has been abandoned for days at least and they don't know where she is… Uther is being informed now!' Cenred told her in a furious whisper and Morgause tried to proceed the information. How was this possible? Uther had made sure to imprison the Highest Priestess and she had made sure to have her spies keeping her there, so Cenred had done after their marriage.

'Find her, find her before she can do something against us!' Morgause commanded her husband and Cenred's eyes flashed with fury.

'I'm doing my best, I'll find her soon enough!' he retorted, they both knew she underestimated him.

'See that you do!' she told him angrily before she could storm away, she was stopped however when he gripped her arm again and pulled her closer to him.

'Are you threatening me?' he asked in angry disbelief, Morgause first glanced at her arm with Cenred's hand wrapped around it in a painful grip that would bruise, and then straight to his eyes.

'Trust me, Cenred, when I'm threatening you, you'll know about it…' she told him in a cold voice before she could yank herself free and move away from her seething husband who only for a moment, looked at her figure in fear…

'You look lovely, your majesty,' the maid was saying as Morgana remained still at her vanity's seat. The room was illuminated after days with sunlight and the opened windows made the rich silk curtains wave at its power. Morgana remained cold and tired where she was while two maids prepared her for the engagement.

She had expected of herself to scream and kick, to protest and even run away once again, but she felt drained, lost and weak, apathetic to everything and ready to accept her destiny of a doomed life.

She had been vomiting that morning again and the maid had almost heard her, she had been forced to eat and drink, not to sleep again and around midday, Morgause had stormed inside the chamber with the maids who would prepared the younger princess. The queen had demanded of the room to be opened and only then the bells from across the capital were heard for the happy news of the engagement between the young woman and a man at her late father's age…

Morgana had remained silent and followed the urges of the maids to stand up, take off her sleeping gown, wear her beautiful dress of purple silk and sit down for her hair to be made. She only glanced at her mirror twice and saw a woman she couldn't recognize yet seemed more familiar than any other. The shell of that person she was, looked so odd and strange yet so familiar and comforting. He was somewhere out there, avoiding her as well. He was somewhere out there with her heart in his hands. And she only dared hope, that even if he was away, she still held his heart, the heart of her brother.

Her eyes filled with tears as the thought crossed her mind and for some reason her hands touched her stomach, she wouldn't vomit… that happened only in the mornings… for the past weeks… ever since they committed their sin. Her eyes widened as she looked at her stomach and then at her reflection in the mirror, daring to press her hand against her middle section. It had been two months and two weeks ever since… she could feel a slightly hard part inside her that once didn't exist.

No…

'You think we fulfilled some prophesy somehow?' Morgana asked and Arthur sighed as he caressed her shoulder and kissed her neck.

'Does it matter?' he asked tiredly and she sighed.

'One of them talks of an heir… so I guess it does…' she whispered and this time he looked at her as she was still on his lap with her legs around his waist, they had used no protection and they hadn't even thought about it.

'Would it be bad if we had a child?' he asked and she smiled.

All the mist from her mind evaporated in mare moments as her talk with him snapped back in her memory. They had talked of children and heirs, of possibilities and prophesies.

She would swear that in her haze, she somehow heard from the tv that Nimueh the Priestess had escaped Caerleon… the prophesy talked of her escape after a Le Fay had conceived the King's great son… her eyes widened and she felt a shiver running down her spine.

No!

She tried to count the days and the weeks again and in her utter terror she realized that she had missed her period at least twice, she hadn't thought of it when it didn't come the first time, thinking it was the stress and the frustration and by the time the second period was to start, she was already lost in her depression so she didn't even notice but now… she had started vomiting, feeling sick and nauseous… could all these be symptoms of…

She felt as if cold water ran down her back, she stood up abruptly but regretted it as she felt the room spinning, the food that she had been forced to eat protested inside her and she tried to sit back down but suddenly sounds were all blurred in her ears. From being close to aphasia suddenly feeling so hectic wasn't good for her, her maids caught her but Morgana felt her body surrendering in blackness and for the first time, she passed out with her maids screaming for someone to help the princess of the Isles...

ooooook another chapie without armor interaction, i promise that will happen soon and we'll be in serious trouble, this one was a filler mostly to see how things proecceded weeks after the armor sex ;) NIMUEH IS FEEE! SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL lol and Morgause finally realizes things won't be as easy as she hoped and we had a glimpse of the little armor baby... awww momma Morgana realized she is carrying the heir! and poor Arthur! still oblivious and he pushed Merlin away! what u think gusy? u liked it?

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