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Previously...

But everyone's attention suddenly was taken by a woman's voice saying something outside the room. Then they heard Hildebrand usually polite voice:

"No, milady, I beg you not to do that! You must be announced before you enter..." The poor manservant tried to convince whoever it was.

"Oh, leave me!" The woman replied. "You have no idea of who I am, have you?"

So the door was abruptly opened, making Uther and Arthur get up automatically, their swords in hands.

"Sister!" Morgana got up too, sounding very surprised, smiling at the soak blonde woman.

Chapter 4

"Hello, little sister!" The blond woman smiled sincerely, causing both Arthur and Uther to look in surprise and put their swords down.

Uther looked enchanted when Morgana run to the soaked woman and hugged her very hard.

"I missed you so much!" Morgana said still into the blonde's arms.

"I know, it was a difficult time for me too, Morgana." Morgause was caressing her sister's dark hair carefully.

"Is someone going to let us know what's going on?" Arthur said motionless, receiving promptly a poke from Gwen.

"Oh, sure..." Morgana finally pulled away and wiped a tear. In her usual state she would never cry in a moment like that! Goddess! "This is Morgause, my older sister." She presented the woman around who there was some water over the floor, since there was a terrible storm outside. "We haven't met since..."

"Since Gorlois' death." Morgause completed her sister's phrase.

Uther looked at her. Finally he met Morgana's half sister. His ward sometimes talked to the king about her, but always seemed exaggeratedly careful not to say too much, making Uther very curious about her excitement to invite her sister to their wedding.

"Welcome to Camelot." Uther said, breaking the awkward silence.

"I never knew Morgana had a sister!" Arthur said in a clueless way which made him sound like a little kid. "So, what brings you to Camelot after so many years?" Gwen poked the prince once again. Seriously, sometimes he acts just like a boy!

"Oh, you didn't think I would lose my sister's wedding, did you?" Morgause smiled.

"Lady Morgana is going to get married?" Agravaine was very surprised. Uther got pale. Ygraine's brother shouldn't have known about the wedding in that odd way! "Who will have the honour, milady?" He looked at Morgana, trying to hide his disappointment. Well, there were other women, right? He looked at the gorgeous blonde, her hair soaking and her clothes clinging to her body in a very tempting way.

"That's the only little problem here." Morgause answered before anyone else could, her brown eyes meeting Agravaine's dark ones. "My little sister is to marry Uther Pendragon."

"What?" Agravaine screamed, his face red in fury. "No! It's a joke, right?" He smiled in a sick way. "You can't marry her!"

"Why not?" Uther said defiantly, giving a step near the man but trying not to show his fury.

"Yes, why not?" Arthur echoed, more curious than anything else. Why did his uncle care? Which part of the show had Arthur missed?

"She's a grown up woman, we fell in love, I proposed, she said yes." The king said intending to finish the topic. "A very simple and usual story!"

Agravaine was pacing nervously now. His hands going through his hair, waving in the air, his breath hard.

"You" He pointed the king. "You're a liar!" He accused, causing Morgause to smirk. "A damn liar!"

"Hold your tongue, Agravaine. Even if I were a liar, I'm still the king." Uther said severely.

"I said the truth!" The man screamed again, causing Gwen to embrace Arthur, who promptly put his arm protectively around her. She knew that Agravaine wasn't reliable. "Yesterday you'd told me that you loved Ygraine. That you were sorry for what had happened. And now you say you're about to marry another woman!" He talked as if Ygraine was still alive and among them.

Morgause smiled at the handsome man. Or he was really brave or he was really furious to face Uther Pendragon like that. Oh, or maybe he was an idiot. She smirked and decided she would discover it later...

"I didn't lie to you." Uther explained. "I had really loved your sister. But she died many years ago and, after so long living a lonely and miserable life, I fell in love again!" Agravaine smiled sardonically. "What? I'm sure it is not the first time this kind of thing happens!"

"Yes, that's true." Morgana pointed. "We fell in love. We tried to stay away when we first noticed it, but..."

"But obviously you failed! Right, father?" Morgause laughed at that and decided she liked the young prince. The lovely lady at his side, however, poked him just like he was a seven year old boy.

"Arthur, you are not helping!" Uther said anxiously. "You see, Agravaine, I respected Ygraine..."

"No, you betrayed her memory! You betrayed me, as her brother and your once brother in law!" The man was yelling furiously. "First you allowed magic again, even knowing it was sorcery that ended my poor sister's life. And now that!"

"Magic is necessary to keep the balance of the world." Morgause pointed calmly. "The point I didn't understand was exactly this one. Like me, Morgana has magic. How, my sister, could you agree in marrying this man? The one who killed so many of our kind?" Agravaine took a step back. Both the women were witches! So beautiful, but so dangerous...

"How do you know about my magic?" Morgana's mind was spinning. She didn't tell her sister about her magic yet. How could she know?

"Every woman in our family has magic, Morgana." Morgause said as if it were obvious. "When we last met you were young and your magic hadn't bloomed yet. More than that, you'd just lost your father and were going to live with this man." She pointed Uther as if he were a dog. "I was afraid of telling you and have you executed. I'm so sorry sister, I didn't know we would be apart for so long, I thought I'd soon have a better opportunity to talk to you about that." She said sincerely. "But that doesn't change the topic. Did he force you to marry him, Morgana? Or did he force something else?" She looked inquiring at Uther. "Has he threatened you?"

"What?" Morgana couldn't believe the question. "No! Goddess! No!" She said in shock, making Morgause even more curious. "I love him, sister. I truly and completely do. I know what he did and, anyone in Camelot can confirm, we always used to have so many arguments about executing people with magic." She explained. Every pair of eyes in the hall was on the dark haired woman. "So, as I found out I have magic and told him, Uther started to see things in another way..." Morgause smirked at that, surely a seductive woman like Morgana would have her methods to make a man changes his mind about anything. Even if the man in question was Uther Pendragon and the topic was magic. "I'm really sorry for the ones executed just by having magic, by being the way they are. People make mistakes." Uther sighed at that. "But people also can correct them! Of course we can't change past, but we can change future." Morgana said passionately, making Uther proud and Gwen smiles in the middle of that tense situation.

Morgause's mouth opened as if she was about to say something but she couldn't. Agravaine did it first.

"A killer and a sorceress!" Agravaine said. "Maybe you deserve each other!" He smirked ironically. "Seriously, Uther, I always thought you would have some more respect. Even if it were self respect."

"Agravaine, come on!" Uther tried to make the man see sense. "I'm so sorry for what happened to Ygraine, but..."

"No, you aren't!" He interrupted the king. "You're the one who killed her, after all!" Agravaine accused.

"You know as well as me that it's not true." The king warned.

"After our conversation yesterday, I was starting to see things in another way." Agravaine said, still red in fury. "But now I see it's terribly worse than I'd thought!" He looked at Morgana, sighed and continued. Was that lovely girl really a witch? And among so many men, how could she have fallen in love with Uther Pendragon? "If I can give you an advise, Lady Morgana, don't marry this man. He has a huge tendency to kill the ones he claims to love." And saying that, Agravaine turned away and left the hall.

Uther sighed, just now noticing he was holding Morgana so hard, as if he could lose her at any moment.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine, my love." Morgana tried to sound calmer than she feel, caressing his hair. "Give him some time..."

"Nobody said it'd be easy, right?" He looked at Morgana with a sad smile.

Arthur and Gwen were dividing their attention between the couple, the opened door and the soaking woman standing in the middle of the hall.

"Uh... I'm sorry for that." Morgause said. "I thought the wedding was known by everyone at this point." She didn't want to be announced before her entrance, so she could make a great surprise to her sister. And what a surprise! Much bigger than she has ever intended!

"That's fine, sister. How could you know about Agravaine and the entire situation going on here?" Morgana smiled at Morgause. "But you probably will like me to show your chambers. You're chilling!"

Morgana smiled at Uther trying to give him comfort and left with her sister.

"Here we are!" Morgana smiled at her sister, opening the door. "Your chambers."

"Oh, it's a relief arrive here after such a tiring journey!" The blonde took out her wet cloak and sat heavily on the bed.

For some moments Morgana didn't know exactly what to say. She loves her sister, even haven't seen her in so many years.

"Sister... I... Maybe you'd like to have some rest?" She finally said. "I'll send you a maid to prepare a warm bath and bring you something to eat." Morgana turned to the door.

"Wait!" Morgause had a puzzled expression. "Come here, Morgana." She said seriously and pointed to the bed. "Let's talk more privately first."

Morgana smiled and walked slowly to the bed, sitting beside her.

"I missed you so much!" Morgana said. "Tell me everything! How is the life in the north?"

"My aunt passed away two years ago." Morgause said with a serious face.

"Oh, sister, that's terrible!" Morgana hugged her and, for a moment, Morgause was awkward. Finally she hugged her back.

"Yes, me too." Morgause pulled away. She loves her sister more than she has already loved anyone else. But she had never been an emotive person. Even when she was a little girl. "So I'm living in our property... well, my property now. Things are calm there. Almost boring." Morgause smiled sincerely. "But I want to hear you! Tell me, how your life has been in Camelot? How did you manage to change the king's mind about magic?" She smirked suggestively.

"Oh... It's not like that!" Morgana blushed a bit. "Some months after I arrived here, the nightmares had started. And... Uther presumed they were because I'd lost my family and was too sad." She explained. "So Gaius, the court physician, started to give me some potions... for a good sleep, you know."

"I see."

"And Uther has always been so worried." She smiled, seeing her sister's smirk. "He always cared about me, since the very beginning, always trying to make me feel better." Morgana said dreamily, lost in her good memories.

"I can just imagine his methods!" Morgause laughed amused.

"Sister!" Morgana was shocked. "It isn't that! Oh... well... it wasn't that in the beginning."

"So?"

"It was just..." Morgana smiled remembering. She arrived in Camelot when she was 15. And now, telling the complete story, it seemed to her that Uther has always loved her. "He always invited me to rides and teas, to sit with him, have some conversation or watch the stars... innocently!" She added when Morgause was about to make another comment. "So time passed and we discovered we were in love. Our relationship started properly only some months ago."

"Oh." Now Morgause was very surprised. "So it was true? I mean... you really love him!"

"Of course I do! Sister! How could I marry a man I don't love?" Morgana was shocked.

"You know little sister... Love isn't the only motive for getting married. Especially when we're talking about marrying a king."

"Yes, I know it. But I'm glad I can marry someone I love." Morgana smiled sincerely.

"I suppose you are." Morgause replied almost analytically. "The question is, how can you be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's Uther Pendragon! The man who killed thousands of our kind, Morgana!" Morgause couldn't believe. "He's handsome, I understand... you were only a lonely frightened young girl, so he seduced you with his power and his charm."

"No!" Morgana said. "He didn't! We... Oh, it just happened! He was always present, always there for me... even when nobody else was!" It sounded much more accusing than Morgana had intended. She sighed. "And when he wasn't, he was always in my mind, in my heart. I love him, sister." She tried to explain, being very sincere.

"I really can't understand how." Morgause got up and paced. "What about our family? If he knew about your magic before your relationship, don't you think he would have killed you?" She teased.

Morgana sighed.

"He was scared of what happened to Ygraine." Morgana explained. "I know it doesn't change anything, but it's comprehensible. Executing people with magic was a way he found to protect his people, so they wouldn't pass for the same pain and trouble he'd passed." She took a breath and, when her sister didn't reply, she continued. "And remember he's a king! He must protect his kingdom and, at that time, he saw magic as an threat, something he would never be able to fight like an equal, because he doesn't have magic."

"Oh, you're at his side!" Morgause accused, a bit angry.

"Sister! I always was the one who argued with him because of the executions. I always tried to show him how absurd it was, even before I knew about my own magic. And, when he didn't listen to me, I very often used to go to the dungeons during the night and freed the prisoners!"

Morgause looked at Morgana more shocked than ever.

"You really did put yourself in such a great danger?"

"Yes."

"Morgana, how could you? What if you were caught?" Morgause tried to be rational. Her angry had all gone. Now there was concern on her voice.

"I always knew he wouldn't be bad to me." The answer came so naturally that even Morgana was shocked herself. Yes, in some strange way she has always known he loves her!

Morgause paced a bit more in silence.

"I can't understand it." The blonde finally said. "When your invitation arrived I thought it was an arranged marriage. Or maybe you used your... uh... your beauty to be queen of Camelot."

"Morgause, have you ever fallen in love?" She was very serious.

"No, sister, thank goddess such a thing has never happened to me." She said.

"Yet!" Morgana smirked.

"What? Was it a sight? Are you serious, Morgana?" Morgause rushed to her sister, who was smirking.

"No. It wasn't a sight. But, even if we don't want, love eventually finds us, sister." Morgana answered calmly. "Sooner or later it does."

The afternoon was surprisingly calm. Morgana was alone at her chambers admiring her wedding gown once again when someone knocked.

"Come in!" The lady replied, putting the gown back in her wardrobe. "Uther!" Morgana smiled.

"Morgana!" He smiled back.

"Good to see you, my love." She went to his arms and kissed him passionately. "I had such a weird conversation with my sister." Morgana told him.

"After so many years you didn't meet her I can imagine you had." He said rationally, still having his arms around her.

"Oh... not only that." How to say it? "She thought I'm marrying you just to free magic and to be queen. But it's not true, Uther! You know it's not!" She sounded more desperate than she intended to.

"I know that, Morgana." Uther said calmly, almost amused, while putting a dark lock of hair behind her ear. So he guided her to the bed, making her lover sit with him. "You're completely in love. Nobody can deny it after look at your eyes."

Morgana blushed a bit and smiled sweetly. Uther couldn't resist, he kissed her gently.

"I didn't remember she was so cold, Uther!" She said after some moments. No, she wouldn't cry again! Pregnancy was messing her feelings up!

"Morgana, sometimes you talked about your sister. But there is something you didn't tell me, right?" It wasn't nothing more than curiosity.

"Apart the fact she has magic? Oh, love, I know she lived far away, but I was afraid of telling it and loose her." She looked down.

"I understand, it's all right." Uther's hand went to her chin and he made Morgana look at him again. He was calm. "Anybody would have done the same in your place."

She looked at his eyes and saw love and care. Morgana sighed, trying to call back her courage.

"Maybe it's time to tell you the complete story." Morgana noticed that Uther was looking at her with curiosity. "Morgause and I are half sisters. We have the same mother, her father died in a combat while our mother was pregnant with her. So, when she got married again, Morgause was already 6. Well, obviously she lived with us for some years. But one day her aunt, her father's sister, came to our house. She said Morgause was growing up and she must see the property her father had left. So she took my sister away to the north with her."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Uther said. He was so concentrated in the story that it seems he could see the scenes of Morgana's childhood. "It must have been difficult for her..."

"Oh, it wasn't. Morgause never had a nice relationship with my father. So when someone arrived saying she would live in another place, in her own property, she had the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face. Oh, and her aunt was a very sweet woman, she looked after Morgause as if she were her own child. She had never married nor had children, so it was only the two of them." Morgana explained. "Every summer I used to go to the north visit my sister. Sometimes, if my father was away in a combat or something, my mother used to go too. Morgause didn't want to go back to my father's house, so it was always us the ones to pay a visit. Well." Morgana sighed again and Uther held her hand, giving her some strength to continue her story. "One day my mother died." She felt a tear falling across her cheek and Uther's careful hand wiping it away. It was still so difficult talk about her mother! "Morgause came to our mother's funeral. After it finished, she wanted me to go to live in the north with her."

"And you didn't go." Uther pointed.

"No. I loved my father so much... I didn't want to leave him alone. And I could visit her every summer." Morgana smiled sadly. "And my father didn't want me to go. He... he said I was the best memory he had from my mother."

"Yes, I suppose you were." Uther smiled and caressed her face tenderly. "You know, your father loved your mother so much." He whispered, making Morgana smile at that. Maybe that's why she has so much love to give Uther, because she had lived in a home full of love and kindness.

"So I stood." She continued. "Few months after, it was summer, the time I used to visit Morgause. But my father didn't allow me to go. He said we've seen each other few time ago and he wanted me to be there."

"Probably because Gorlois wasn't ready to lose you, even if it was only for some few months. Not just after he had lost your mother." Uther said in a sensitive way. So sensitive that it made Morgana look at him very surprised. "I remember how devastated he was." The king explained.

"The next year I begged him to go, but he didn't allow me again. I was 13 that time." She told him.

"And you said nothing?" He asked surprised.

"Of course I did! Then, when he forbidden me even to talk about Morgause, claiming she was a bad influence to me, one night I packed some clothes, took a horse and started my journey to the north, to see my sister." She told him.

"That's my girl!" Uther smiled, making Morgana amused. She has never been the one to accept everything quietly. "So you went to your sister's..."

"No. Well, I tried. But the next day my father's men found me and took me back home. He was angry, but he said nothing. He never did. Maybe his relief for finding me was harder than his angry." She said. "And that same day, a man bringing news from Camelot arrived. And my father went to the war... that war."

"Oh." Uther knew 'that war' was the one he, the king, had asked Gorlois to go. And the one in which his best friend died. "I'm so sorry, Morgana."

"I... I couldn't leave anymore. I had to stay in our property after he left, taking care of things. And so I did for almost two years. Of course I had servants to help me, but I couldn't just leave! What if he went back and needed something from me? I stood." She explained. "Until my father were back."

Uther sighed. Has Morgana really been dealing with that alone? Not anymore.

"After a couple of years, my father was back. The first one who arrived was a man, who gave me his sword and said he was sorry." The sword was too big for her, but Morgana always insisted to use it in her swordplay. Gorlois' sword. She had tears falling freely now. "So Morgause came to his funeral and I noticed she was different. We barely talked, I was very sad and she needed to go back to north soon, because her aunt was ill." She continued her story. "I couldn't believe he was dead! My father was a nice man, he didn't deserve to die, Uther! And... he was a great fighter."

"The best one I've ever had." He agreed, caressing her for comfort.

"I think I only realised it minutes after the man had given me his sword, when some other men arrived with a wagon. And, over the wagon, there it was my father! His eyes were opened, and had no life. Uther, it scared me so much!" She confessed, sobbing in his arms. "Sometimes it still does!"

"I know, my dear... It's all right. I'm with you now and I'll never let you alone." He said caressing her soft dark hair. He was there that day, bringing Gorlois' body to her. He saw everything.

Morgana looked at him astonished.

"It's exactly the same you said me that day." She was calmer.

"The day I lost my best friend and also meet the love of my life!" He said calmly. Morgana looked at him surprised once again. "What? It's true! When I saw you, Morgana, I felt something. Today I could say it was like magic, but of course I wouldn't think so that time." He smiled. "You were gorgeous. More than that. You were lovely and so sweet... and you needed me so much..."

"I cried on your shoulders for months." She remembered. "And you never told me you felt like that."

"My dear, how I could? I was too old for you... I never dared to dream you would want me!"

"Foolish!" She was always amused by Uther's tendency to say that. "You were always perfect to me." She caressed his face lovingly. "My Uther!"

"I promised your father to take care of you." Uther pointed seriously.

"And so you did." She smiled. "But you certainly never promised my father you wouldn't fall in love with me." She went to sit at his lap, feeling his arms wrapping her waist automatically.

"Luckily I didn't!" Uther smiled and kissed her passionately. "Then I started to enjoy your company. More than I thought I should. And in few time you were always in my mind and, even if I slept to forget about what I imagined to be foolish of a silly old man, you were in my dreams!" He confessed. "Always gorgeous, fierce and lovely in a way only you can be."

"And for years you lived with that and never told me!" She was surprised.

"I said to myself that just be near of you should be enough." He said. "But how could it?" She pressed their lips together, they were hugging each other in a such loving way, so hard, that it seemed they wanted to fuse in one.

"I always felt the same way." She told him. "And I always thought you would think I was just a silly girl." She smiled. "I see I was wrong."

"We both were, my dear. Completely wrong!" He kissed her once again. "Sometimes I still think we're wrong."

"So wrong, but so right." She said caressing his cheeks in a seductive way and kissing him very passionately, allowing all her emotions to be shown in that kiss. Uther received them and showed her his own emotions, which Morgana could feel were warming her up very fast.

Morgause walked in the dark of night, her cloak wrapping her body not only for warmth, but because she didn't want to get caught. Her head was completely hided in her hood. For now she was a shadow. Only a shadow.

She arrived where should be the handsome man's chambers. Agravaine was his name.

She preferred not to knock. Shadows never knock! so she opened the door and entered silently. As quietly as a sorceress knows to be in a dark night...

A bigger one! What do you think?

About the story Morgana told Uther... well, I have no idea how old Morgana was when her parents died. So I invented everything! Uh... ok, I invented it not only because I don't know her age. But I thought it would be a bit weird if she had arrived in Camelot as a little girl, her relationship with Uther would probably be more father-daughter like... And if she were a bigger girl, they could fall in love easily! =D

Let me tease you! Next chapter... "If you're interested in... something more, my chambers are in the end of the corridor."