OK here is the final shot of this mini series, thank you very much for following it and enjoying it (hopefully) i promised an end to this and here it is :)

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In the Throne of Love

Arthur was galloping through the forest, the bright full moon was shining upon him as he moved through the forest on his horse. The final night, and then she would be gone, the final night and then she would be a Fay… and she would have his son with her.

He could hear his cries even before he could reach her hiding place, the place he had visited in the previous days, ever since she told him about her departure, ever since he met his son for the first time, he could do nothing else but keep sneaking away from the kingdom, from Merlin and all his duties as to spend these days with his family, and now this was the final day.

He reached her little hut but found no one, yet Mordred's cries were still heard, Arthur felt panic rising inside his heart like venom. He rushed his horse to the source of the noise, hoping and wishing for her not to be injured or captive and their son abandoned, they were so close to be both salvaged by his own kingdom, their kingdom.

Arthur came to a stop suddenly as the image before him took his breath away…

Morgana was in all her naked glory, knelt on the ground, in the middle of a circle she had created, there were small fires in four spots and she was facing the moon, her back to Arthur. Mordred was in her hands, she had outstretched them for her baby to be above her head and towards the moon. She was chanting but most of her words were muffled because of Mordred's cries, yet Arthur didn't worry as he watched in actual awe the ceremony his partner was leading of.

Morgana kept on chanting and Arthur was sure that once or twice she performed some spell as he felt the energy around him increasing like the wind. He dismounted but waited outside the circle, this was between Morgana and the religion she was the leader of, he waited like she did while he ruled over Camelot. Her body was like the best of wines, whispering and begging to be savored but he waited, he waited patiently and watched as his son remained shown in the moonlight by his mother.

When she was finally done, she placed the baby boy against her naked breasts, the baby calmed down as she caressed his little head tenderly; she stood up, moved close to the side of the circle and placed him inside a basket she had brought with her. Her body was getting back to normal, weeks after the birth, she was turning back to her figure and Arthur could only watch at her pale skin, full breasts and beautiful curves, glowing in the moonlight.

She felt no shame of her nudity, her body and soul were blessed, she was the high priestess and she was glad he hadn't interrupted the practice of her duties, she felt him approaching even before she could start the ritual but the time had been upon her and her son for the practice. With bare feet and naked body, she approached him, still within the circle and outstretched her hand for him to take it.

'Join me,' she whispered and he nodded, moving forward and entering the circle. She smiled as she placed a kiss upon his lips. 'My man,' she whispered and he nodded. This was the first time she would invite him in some practice of her craft, their father would have had her burnt at the stake yet here he was, after days of visiting her in the late hours of night, he was practicing with her even if he had no idea what he was doing.

Morgana smiled and she sensed his uncertainty, she started with his belt, the sword and his dagger held by it, she tossed it away and out of the circle, the chainmail followed, his shirt and under shirt… For the past days when he visited, they only watched their son, tasted each other's lips and caresses but never moved forward like they had done upon their throne, his current territory, now they were among her sacred circle, her territory, she was done with her physical duties as a mother, her milk had reduced, her body was back to health and strength, she was ready to accept him once more.

He took his pants off by himself along his boots and underclothes, they stood both in their naked glory, she took his hand again as his clothes remained outside the circle, close to her own robes. The circle was big enough for them both and the basket of their now almost asleep child not to be disturbed.

'What ritual you performed?' he asked as she sat on the forest floor and dragged him with her, a serene smile on her face.

'He wouldn't be able to stay in Avalon for long if I didn't introduce him as my son to the Goddess… the ones within this circle, worshiped by me in their respective roles are welcome in the Isle of the Blessed.' Morgana whispered close to his lips before she could steal a passionate kiss from his lips, Arthur's hands feasted in her hair and touched her face.

'So he's now welcome?' Arthur asked breathlessly when the kiss was broken, Morgana smiled and nodded.

'I introduced him like a mother does for her son,' she replied and he nodded. 'And now I will introduce you as my husband…' Morgana added and stole another kiss but Arthur kept it short as he wanted to speak to her about what she had just said.

'I will be able to get to Avalon?' he asked, hoping to see her and their child more. Morgana shook her head but smiled.

'Not by choice, you won't… but Avalon will welcome you… in time,' she spoke in riddles and he wished to ask more but she straddled his body, gridding her warm form against his. They were prime and exposed out there, within the circle of her powers, she looked like the Goddess she worshiped herself, the moon shining upon her dark as the night hair and pale as the snow, skin.

She looked divine.

Their kiss was hard and passionate when they met in it, Arthur's hands traveled up and down her naked body, her own hands massaged, gripped and even pinched as they fought for domination with their tongues, would their relationship be over anything else but domination? Probably not but that was the exciting part, pushing each other, provoking and daring, giving a reason to fight and move on…

'Arthur…' she moaned his name when his hand touched her breast, kneading softly as he could imagine she would be tender, he only wished to be gentle with her this time. When he had taken her for the first time, upon the throne of Camelot, she was his nemesis, his sister who had tried to take the kingdom, the reason for Uther's death… now she was his wife out of marriage, his sister who brought an heir for the kingdom, the reason for his life to go on… and he would be gentle with her, enjoying their final encounter, this time upon her throne, her sacred circle.

He turned them around so he could be on top and he marveled at her beautiful face as her hair blanketed the ground beneath her head, he kissed her again, his hands traveling down her body while her own grazed against his toned chest, her nails scraping his male nipples, making him hiss against her lips. He wrapped her leg around his waist, keeping her by the waist while her other leg remained wide open on the side, one of his legs bended at the knee for leverage, he felt his shaft touching her sensitive folds and she could only moan his name in pleading when he lowered his head and captured one nipple between his teeth.

'Please…' she whispered and he smiled, she never pleaded, not when she's in pain, not when she's in despair, ever, she's a warrior, a blessed one, a beast and part of the divine at the same time. He blew a little against her moisten nipple before he could capture her lips again, his tongue finding hers in her mouth the moment he penetrated her body with his. They both moaned against their kiss, biting each other's lips in ecstasy as they became one after almost a year. They broke the kiss, locked eyes and he started moving, thrusting almost all the way out and back in, enjoying every moment of her body around him like she cherished every moment of his within her.

They didn't scream or yell, they only moaned and whispered and pleaded with each other, their baby son was close to them and they didn't wish to startle him. They both kept glancing at the basket to make sure, like they did with their surroundings, yet they always remained focused on each other, they wished to protect their family and enjoy their union in their final night.

'Arthur… my Arthur…' Morgana whispered close to his ear as he rested his head against her shoulder and thrust more forcefully against her, she wrapped her other leg as well around his waist and gasped hoarsely as his lower body now rubbed against her firmly with each thrust. Arthur's hand returned to her hips from its quest on her chest and ribs, keeping her in place as he kept thrusting making both reach their peak.

'Morgana…' Arthur groaned against her skin as he moved short thrusts, rubbing against her and moving deep inside. His voice, his sense, the knowledge of their final night, his skin against hers and his thrusts, owning what was always his made her reach her peak suddenly, her breath stolen by its force as her body bowed beneath his and she moaned his name into the night, her eyes staring at the full moon as her body was raked by pleasure.

He followed shortly after, her trembling body around him along her broken voice calling his name were his undo as he thrust three more times and emptied himself inside her. His body collapsed against hers and even if exhausted, he felt her hands upon his head and back, caressing, and he heard her voice whispering a spell. But he wasn't worried, the time they tried to kill or harm each other was in the past, whatever she did to him, he would gladly take it with him as this was their final time.

'I don't want you to leave,' he whispered as they remained against each other in the circle, the fires bordering the sacred place were slowly getting smaller and smaller.

'If they find me and Mordred, they will slaughter us both.' Morgana said boldly and Arthur sighed. He knew she was right, like himself, she had enemies, and even if he kept his knights and guards and patrols away from that area, someone else would discover her and even if she could protect herself from harm, they could harm the child, the child that deserved to be raised in safety.

'Will I ever see you again?' he asked again, his eyes now focused on the basket a bit away from where they lay, his head resting on her bare chest, her hands caressing his soaked with swear hair.

'Of course you will,' she whispered casually and he looked up at her, her crystal green eyes traveled from the basket to his. 'We're still on the game, Arthur,' Morgana added and he wished he could smile but right now he was losing her and he felt as if losing the game itself. 'We can't lose the game,' she whispered as if she could read his thoughts, maybe she could, he didn't know.

'Stop with the riddles.' He tried to sound strict and firm but he heard himself tired and pleading, she smiled again and caressed his cheek, an old scar against his jaw, signaling how her sword had almost chopped his head off in the past, when they wished for each other's dead body to rot somewhere away.

'I can't,' she whispered and Arthur could detect fear in her tone.

'Why not?' he asked and her eyes reflected that fear.

'For I am mortified of the clear truth… mortified to face it let alone expose it to others…' Morgana finally said and Arthur could see the young girl who begged of him not to fight in a tournament again, the girl who begged of him to do the impossible for her when a child's life was at stake, years before their own child could be asleep in his basket.

'I'm not just "others", Morgana… we've been through a lot before but now, even for tonight only, I'm here… and I'm yours to share any burden.' Arthur said in a firm voice as he rose slightly above her so he could support his weight on his elbows and hover over her. Morgana's eyes filled with tears as she caressed his face with her hand, he turned slightly and kissed her palm.

'I wish things were different, I wish I could, from now on; consider everything I'll do as part of the game, so we can win for there is no option of us dying, Arthur…' Morgana whispered finally her riddle before she could urge him to move from above her. He obeyed, knowing she wouldn't speak, she would take her secrets to Avalon, like their son and herself, he also knew their time was running out. She extinguished the fires bordering the circle with a spell and then closed the circle ritually. She helped herself with her dress and robes and then helped him too with his own clothes and chainmail, wrapping the cords and the belt like she had done in the past with his armor…

When they were dressed fully, they approached the basket with their son and Morgana raised it for Arthur to take the sleeping infant in his hands. He felt tears burning his eyes as he placed the little one in his arms, away from the chainmail to graze against the boy's soft skin. In the past days he had been taught how to hold his babe and now he had to part from him.

He kissed the little baby's forehead and made sure the blankets were still secure around the him, the baby stirred for a moment and opened his eyes, sapphire meeting sapphire as the son looked at the father sleepily before he could coo comfortably and let sleep overtake him again in the king's arms. When Arthur looked at Morgana, her own eyes were full of tears as she smiled sadly at him and nodded, it was time.

Arthur put back in the basket the little one and the couple moved close to the hut again, Morgana had her white horse waiting by a tree where she kept it close, Arthur's horse was also close by, the hut was emptied from the past days, Arthur had brought a lot of extra stuff and Morgana had made sure to transfer everything she had to Avalon, her new home and kingdom.

Arthur helped Morgana to bind the basket on her horse and when they were sure it was secure on the stallion, they smiled at each other tearfully.

'This is not farewell, Arthur, I promise,' Morgana whispered as he wrapped his arms around her and showered her face in kisses.

'I will keep you to these words.' he could only say as she smiled and kissed his lips once again, their tears mingling with each other as their faces touched and remained against each other with closed eyes. Morgana finally sighed and broke the hold, Arthur helped her on her horse and unbound the laces of the horse from the tree, gave them to her and checked on Mordred once again.

'We shall meet again, Arthur Pendragon,' Morgana finally said from her horse as she smiled down at him, his wife, his son, his family was leaving and he could only hope and wish and believe she was not lying, he would see her again.

'Until then, Morgana Pendragon…' Arthur finally said and bowed slightly his head to his queen and partner; she smiled at her full name and finally moved with her horse, her hand caressing his shoulder a last time before she could gallop away from him with their son by her side.

'My queen and love, we shall meet again.' Arthur could only whisper as he heard the sound of her horse's hooves getting more and more distant in the forest…

OOH i hope you liked it! what u think of armor's final encounter in this case? i wanted them to have a bittersweet farewell before they meet once more after the final battle! thanks for reading please review :)