Arthur sat down in the smaller throne room with the boy; they both faced each other never taking their eyes off one another. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" Arthur asked to break the silence that hung over them like a wet blanket. The boy shook his head from side to side and they again fell to the silence and the heated glares that they gave each other.
"Who did you come here with?" Arthur asked. Curiosity making him uncomfortable in his seat.
"My Mother." The boy replied his face blank as a canvas. Arthur's heart almost skipped a beat but he ignored it and carried on with the questioning.
"Where is your mother now?"
"She is near." The boy responded as he edged towards the end of the chair he was sat on "I can sense her."
"What do you mean you can sense her?"

The doors shuddered once drawing their attention to the heavy set wooden doors as they burst open giving a resounding crash.
A woman stepped through the doors her dress was shapely and accentuated her figure while her long hair, black as night, tumbled down her back. She still looked as radiant as ever if not more and like she hadn't aged a day and Arthur had to remind himself that it hadn't been as many years as he thought but it still felt like thousands of years since he last saw her.

"Hello Arthur." Her sultry voice echoed across the hall "I'm glad you've met my son, the rightful heir of Camelot."

The boy's eyes flickered amber as Arthur made to get up and felt he couldn't move.

"Morgana…" he breathed "It's been a long time…"
"Since a true King sat upon the throne?" She finished for him.
"No." he whispered faintly. He'd had a feeling the boy was his. "He would be the rightful heir if you had married me, but in the eyes of the kingdom he is not legitimately the heir." Arthur stated.
He saw a flash of anger taint Morgana's eyes as she responded "You are already married, yet do not have an heir."
So she knew he had married after all he could understand her anger. He would be rolling with jealousy if another man so much as laid a hand on her let alone be intimate with her.
"I had to marry for the sake of the realm. It is my duty as king." He responded suddenly tired with all this questioning.

Morgana ushered her son out the door whispering frantically to him as he let the doors close behind him with a thud.
She came over to him leaning in He couldn't help thinking at that point he had a good view. Her face was inches from touching his. "If you don't have any heirs with your Queen, the throne will have to fall to my son by default." She hissed.
"The people wouldn't allow a bastard to sit the throne; they would find another nobleman to take the position."
She slapped him hard across the face "How dare you call our son that! He has as much right to the throne as any man. You have changed Arthur Pendragon."
"Not while I still live he doesn't. I only changed because I had to, losing you made me strong."
"We can remedy that." She threatened.
"You would never kill me, Morgana. Behind your mask of hate you still have feelings for me." His lips, warm and soft, touched hers briefly testing the waters. She stood stunned in shock before she collected herself and reeled backwards putting distance between them. He had broken her resistances even she couldn't deny the palpable chemistry between them.
"Don't you even want to know your son's name?" she asked changing the subject.
"Go on then. What is his name?"
"His name is Mordred." She said turning away from him and facing the door brushing her hand against her throat as if to comfort herself.
Arthur felt his body bit by bit become unstuck from the throne he was sat on and was able to move again. He guessed some spells were only temporary but then he didn't profess to know how it was that magic worked.
He came up behind Morgana and wrapped his arm around her waist and grasped her right arm up behind her back. She gasped not expecting him to be unstuck and holding her.
"I've missed you so much." He said nuzzling his face into her neck. He felt her go weak at the knees as he held her. She was ever the strong, proud and wilful woman he fell in love with but he was still her weakness as she was his.

"Let me go, Arthur." She said trembling as he turned her around and landed kisses all over her face and neck.
"Not until you say you love me." He stated fiercely pulling up her dress.
"Your Queen would not approve." Morgana protested shooing away Arthur's hands and pulling the bottom of her dress back down.
"Our marriage is a legal one not born of love or desire. There's only ever been you."
He kissed her passionately and heard her give a soft moan of pleasure as he deepened the kiss. His hands found the way to get her out of her dress but before he could fully undress her he felt a jolt of electricity shock him and he stumbled back. Morgana clutched her clothes to her body, her eyes fading from amber back to her natural blue-green.
"You've gone too far this time, Arthur." She warned and stormed out of the throne room slamming the door shut behind her.
Arthur smiled to himself, she was still the same Morgana he had known all his life. Headstrong and irresistible, he would make her confess she loved him. Then maybe he could spend time with his son helping him to grow into a true Prince of Camelot.
He may never be able to take the throne but he could still be royal, it was in his blood.
He knew the reason why she wanted her son to have the throne was so that magic could be restored to the realm, and there was nothing he wanted more than to give her that wish. But magic is a dangerous thing and it would take time he pondered the possibilities. He would do anything to make her his again, perhaps there was still a way. Arthur twiddled with his mother's ring still on his little finger. His father had told him how difficult it was to win his mother's heart, but he had also told Arthur that there were many paths to tread and that there was always a way forward.