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Previously...
"What will you do when your sister finds out about Merlin? I mean, when she finds out he hadn't forced anything?" Agravaine asked, changing the topic.
"Well... she hardly will find it out. I mean, it's my word against Merlin's." She said.
"I'm not sure." She said still relaxed, as if talking about which dress she would choose for a party. "Maybe I'll just play the good girl and avoid the topic."
"Maybe..." Agravaine said thoughtfully.
That was when they heard a knock.
"I'm not dressed!" She answered. It probably was her maid again!
"Sister?"
Chapter 14
"Morgana!" Morgause sat on her bed very surprised.
Clumsily, Agravaine got up and started getting dressed.
"I came to see how you are, sister." Morgana said from outside the chambers. "We should talk."
"Yes!" Morgause was dressing. "Just a minute, Morgana!" She sounded anxious.
Morgause and Agravaine looked at each other. She couldn't just open the door. Not when she told Morgana she wasn't dressed, what would her sister say when she sees Agravaine was there?
Quickly, she took Agravaine's warm hand and dragged him to behind the screen. When she was about to leave him there and go to the door, the man just held her arm and gave her a provoking kiss, biting and licking her lower lip.
"Oh..." She smiled in the kiss as her body quickly responded to him. "Agravaine..." She whispered.
"Sister?" Morgause heard the door opening and then closing.
She pulled away from Agravaine a bit shocked.
"Daring boy!" She mouthed to him and left before Morgana would search for her. "Sister!" She said a bit breathless, meeting Morgana near of the table.
Morgause noticed Morgana was looking curiously at the messy bed.
"Oh... I..." She blushed a bit. "I was sleeping a bit."
"Oh... I understand." Morgana looked at her still puzzled. "Are you feeling better?"
Definitely yes! But she wouldn't say that...
"A bit." Morgause played the innocent girl.
"I'm glad to know." Morgana decided she wouldn't tell her sister she knows the truth. Uther and she had talked and decided not to. Morgause was giving the cards, so they just have to play her game. It was sad to do that to her own sister... but Uther was right, it was safer and it was a good way to get some more information.
"Morgana..." Morgause started, wiping a mocked tear. "What about Merlin?"
"Well, Morgause... Uther will talk to him." She sighed. "He doesn't want a scandal, and I suppose neither do you."
Morgause looked at her sister. Morgana looked strangely calm.
"You're right." Morgause finally said. "I'm so sorry, sister." She smiled sadly. "I didn't intend to cause you so much trouble! I just want to see you happy."
How dares Morgause to say that? Morgana was furious inside, trying hard not to show her feelings.
"Morgause, I want you to be happy too." Morgana said. "I'm really sorry for what happened..." And that was true. Because Morgana doesn't mean the fake rape, as her sister thought, but the lies and troubles between them. "I came to talk to you about that."
"Morgana, you don't have to..."
"But I want to!" Morgana was agitated. "Listen, Morgause... I came here to invite you to go to visit someone."
"Who?" Weird.
"A friend." Morgana said mysteriously. "Her name's Marcy. She's an aged lady and she has magic."
"Wow!" Morgause was excited. "She must know a lot of things then."
Behind the screen, Agravaine was worried. He still doesn't trust witches. Morgause is a witch, but she has always been nice to him. Other witches, however, he wasn't sure. Lady Morgana makes him a bit curious. She's a witch who's about to marry Uther Pendragon. And, he was sure that together they both will have an enormous power. And he couldn't allow that.
"She does." Morgana smiles. "Are you ready to go?"
"Oh... sure!" Morgause took her cloak and both women left.
Agravaine sighed in relief.
"It's that house, the last one before the fields." Morgana pointed Marcy's house. It was a very simple one.
"Oh." Morgause never knew someone with magic living in such poor house before. That was weird, because she should use her gifts to have a better life, she thought.
Morgana knocked.
"Marcy? It's me, Morgana!" The lady said.
"Come in." A weak voice answered.
Morgana opened the door and entered, her sister following them and looking around in disgust.
"Sister, are you sure..."
"Hello, Marcy!" Morgana ignored her sister. "This is Morgause, my sister."
"Nice to meet you, beautiful girl." The old woman said, still sat in her chair near the fire, one of her legs over another chair.
"Uh... hello."
"Look, Marcy!" Morgana continued, opening the bag she brought and putting some things on the table. "I've brought you some bread and vegetables. Oh, and a honey cake!"
"Thank you so much!" The elder woman was sincerely happy and thankful. "You know you didn't have to bother..."
"You know I'm doing this because I know you need help and I like to help you, Marcy." She answered seriously, just like every time she visits the old woman and bring her food. "Let me cook some soup for you now." Morgana offered.
"Sister..." Morgause couldn't believe the future queen would bother to serve a common old woman! Magical or not!
"Morgause, if you could help me to slice the vegetables..." Morgana ignored her sister's surprise.
She did it in silence.
"Are you feeling better, Marcy?" Morgana asked.
"Oh, yes! I think in some more weeks I'll be fine to at least make some short walks in the fields again." She told them. "I miss it so much."
"That's great! Merlin wouldn't like you to be still hurt when the winter comes." Morgana put the sliced vegetables in a cauldron with some water and put it on the cooker.
"Merlin?" Morgause was surprised and, both women noticed, strangely pale.
"Merlin is taking care of me since I've broken my leg." The elder woman explained.
"And do you trust him?" Morgause asked.
"Of course!" Marcy said as if it were obvious. "He's a great physician. And his magic, combined with mine, has helped my leg to heal easily."
"Oh..."
"My sister has magic too, Marcy." Morgana explained with a kind smile. "I invited her to come because I'd like you to tell her a bit about your ideas of magic."
"It'll be my pleasure, milady!" The old woman had a sincere smile. "You know, Morgause, when I was very young, younger than your sister, I already had complete control of my gifts." Morgause was listening carefully. "And, in my ignorance and selfishness..."
"Don't be so hard at you, Marcy." Morgana said while mixing the soup with a spoon and adding some salt. "Everybody commit mistakes."
"Well. In my inexperience and excitement, I was blind with all that power." Marcy continued. "I never had someone to guide me. And I thought magic was the solution to everything. Since I controlled my magic, I never did my housekeeping... or cooked my meals... magic did everything."
"It's so much easy!" Morgause said smiling.
"Indeed. But it made me believe I was... better than the others. I had power."
Morgana sighed.
"I was about your age." Marcy looked at Morgause. "When my only daughter was ill, I tried to save her with my magic, bringing her back to life."
"You did?" Morgause's eyes were wide opened. She doesn't have such great power.
"Yes." Marcy said bitterly. "I saved her in the last moment." She sighed. "But life has its own laws. And so does magic. The balance of the world must be kept. One life must be finished that night in my home. And it was."
"Your daughter..." Morgause was sad for the woman.
"No. Not my daughter, but my brother's only son." She sighed. "He was ten. A cute boy, very kind... With pink cheeks, always running around and playing." Morgana caressed her belly, wondering how painful it must be to lose a child.
"I'm so sorry." Morgause looked down.
"Yes, me too." Marcy said, taking the bowl of soup Morgana offered to her. "My brother was furious!" She sighed and continued. "After the burial of his son, my daughter was sad and went to sit under a tree. My brother came there too. And, sad and furious as he was, he hanged my little girl." An only tear fell.
"Marcy... don't be like this... I'm sure her soul is in a beautiful place." Morgana tried to comfort her friend.
"I hope so." She sobbed. "I was furious at my brother and we realized we would make some more foolish if we stood in the same house. That was when I came to Camelot."
"Well..." Morgause held the old woman's hand. "It isn't your fault. You were just trying to help your child, how would you know your nephew would die?"
"I wouldn't." Marcy said. "But this is not the point. The point is I learned by the worse way that magic must be used to good and very carefully. You see, when you have a great power, yours responsibilities are great as well. I didn't know my nephew would die. But, having magic, I must have been responsible enough to think about the consequences of my magic before I used it."
"Maybe you're right." Morgause said, remembering how Agravaine suggested do something against Morgana's baby. Possibly using magic, she concluded. Now it sounded more cruel than ever.
"For years I was afraid of my magic. I didn't use it anymore. I just started using it again after King Uther made it free and said it must be used for good. That was when I felt confident enough to try again. When the king lost his first wife because of magic, I felt very sorry. Our stories involving magic are quite similar. We both lose someone we loved because of magic. But in my case, I was the witch in question. That's why I decided to use my magic again. I feel like I own it to my daughter and my nephew."
"And thanks Goddess you did!" Morgana smiled, making the elder woman smile too. She likes how the future queen deals with magic. "It's helping a lot in your healing."
The three women finished their soup and soon the sisters left Marcy's house, allowing the elder to have some rest.
"Terrible story, isn't it?" Morgause said in their way.
"Yes. I can't imagine how painful it must have been to Marcy." Morgana sighed. "I thought you'd like to listen to her."
"I did." She said sincerely. In the beginning I was all 'oh, Morgana must be kidding!'" Morgana smiled at that. "But her life story made me remember a lot about my own."
"Really?" Morgana was surprised.
"Yes. Sometimes magic is just... easier. Comfortable." She said as they were already in the courtyard. "My magic never had that kind of terrible consequences... But just because I'm lucky! You know, I was never the one to think about consequences..." She smirked looking at a man who was walking to them.
"Lady Morgause." He kissed her hand.
"Hello, Lord Agravaine." She smiled.
"Lady Morgana." He took her hand and was about to kiss it when the lady moaned.
"Oh... Goddess, not now..." Her eyes were blank, her face pale.
"Morgana!" Morgause tried to hold her.
Agravaine took the lady when she fainted.
"Oh, it seems luck is at our side!" Agravaine grinned with Morgana on his arms. "What could we do to her?"
"Nothing." Morgause answered calmly.
"You see, maybe we could use this to affect the king." Agravaine suggested. "Of course it'd be a waste..."
"Agravaine!" Morgause almost screamed. "We're not playing games with my sister or my nephew!"
He sighed.
"Can't you see? We can have our revenge right now!" Agravaine tried to convince her.
"No. Not like this. We're going to think about something else. Morgana and the baby have nothing to do with Uther Pendragon's miserable actions."
"If you say..." Agravaine sounded bored.
"Look, let's take her to her chambers."
They entered the castle, Morgause guiding Agravaine to her sister's chambers. They were about to arrive in the stairs to her chambers...
"Who's there?" A man's voice asked sternly.
A very old piece of parchment. There was something written. Something really important. Something Morgana must read and remember.
"You see, Morgause?" Agravaine said. "I'm so sorry, but it's the only way."
"No... I-I don't want to do this, Agravaine." Her sister said, very disturbed, hugging Agravaine. "There must be another way."
"Morgause..." He caressed her cheek. "It's the only way and you know it."
Morgana looked again at the words written carefully on the old parchment. She must read and remember... read and remember... read and remember...
"King Uther!" Morgause looked so relieved. "Morgana has just fainted and..."
"My dear!" He approached Agravaine and took her. "Let me hold her, please, Agravaine." Agravaine had never seen the man like that. And it shocked him a bit.
"We were arriving from the village, sir." Morgause said. "That was when Agravaine found us and Morgana just fainted." She told him, but Morgause wasn't sure if the king was listening. "Well... maybe you should take her to her bed and let her rest." She suggested.
"I will. Thank you for taking care of her." The king said to Morgause, ignoring Agravaine and trying not to think about the way the man was carrying his Morgana.
"Not problem, she's my sister."
As Uther put her carefully on her soft bed, Morgana opened her eyes.
"Uther."
"Sshh... rest a bit, my dear." He suggested. "Let me give you your potion."
Morgana sighed, her head resting on the soft pillow while Uther went to the table and took a little flask.
"I took Morgause to visit Marcy." She said weakly.
"That's good. Maybe she will see some sense..." He went to her and sat in the edge of the bed. "Here, Morgana. Drink it." He helped her. "Weird. I thought you were starting to control your sights."
"More or less." Morgana confessed. "Even if I do, I still feel a bit weak after I have one of them. "And I was tired of our walking... and seeing Agravaine didn't help me to feel calm." Obviously, Uther thought.
"What was the sight about?"
"I... I'm not sure." Morgana said. "A parchment. And my sister feeling sorry. And Agravaine..."
"The bastard!" Uther said angry.
"Agravaine was telling her something about that being the only way."
"And what was that?"
"I'm not sure... so confusing!" Uther smiled at that. When would he imagine he would be engaged to a witch? And she would be so sweet talking about her sights and magic? "What?" She couldn't help but smile too.
"You're so lovely!" The king leaned in and kissed her softly.
"Lie with me." Morgana whispered.
"You should rest. Gaius says you should after these sights." Uther warned her.
"So stubborn!" It made him smile. "I'm just saying I need you to hold me during my rest!" She said. What a stubborn man! "Please Uther."
Could he say no?
Uther went to her side and brought Morgana to his chest, holding her and caressing her soft dark hair.
"My dear Morgana! Soon you'll be my wife and queen." He said in joy.
Morgana just giggle at that. Uther had a special magical gift: making she feel loved and special.
"I can't wait, love." She whispered. "I love you so much."
Ending with a cute moment today!
What do you think about Morgana's sight? oO
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