Surprisingly, despite all the traveling, I've managed to keep writing and internet access hasn't been much of an issue. So, yay me! Anyway on with the story, which I very much appreciate you reading by the way, and feel free to tell me what you think, please.

Catriona's POV

I hide my face under a cloak and shift uneasily in one of my old dresses that I brought with me. I have been dressed up like this in a long time and the fact that I'm here to stop the wedding of Uthur Pendragon sends pangs to my heart. Mordred is standing proud in his position as First Knight of Camelot and seeing him there looking so similar to his father sends me back to where life was so simple. To a time where I was the happy fiancé to Uthur Pendragon.

Tears escapes my eyes again and I scold myself to get a hold of myself. The plan is a good one if slightly eccentric. Mordred has snuck into the imposters chambers last night to try and find out what magic is turning her into me. He found a potion which Gaius quickly replicated with his help and they switched the potion for a useless mix of frankly disgusting ingredients.

All that needs to happen now is for me to reveal myself and convince Uthur I'm the real one and hopefully the potion will wear off at some point. Gaius didn't sound entirely sure when the potion would wear off but I just hope I can convince Uthur anyway.

The fanfare and I watch in horror as I see myself walk down the aisle in the most ridiculously gaudy dress I could possibly imagine. A fewer of the braver members of the court's faces showed distaste as well and I smile as I see a few friends splattered among the crowd.

Then just as she was about to draw even with Uthur I step out of the shadows and intercept her sweeping down my hood as I do so. Gasps spread through the room as those assembled took in both of us. "I think there's been some kind of mistake." I say to the imposter sweetly. "I wasn't planning on getting married today."

The impostor looked horrified. "What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"

"Oh come now surely you should know who you are trying to impersonate."

"You are the one who is an imposter! I am the Lady Catriona Tregor you are nothing but a liar whoever you are."

Before I can reply Mordred steps out of the line of knights. "No you are not." More gasps spread through the room at this announcement.

I look for the first time at Uthur who is looking between us horrified and then seeing my attention on him he snaps out of it and says. "Why did you leave?"

The question is filled with authority and silences the whispers around the room. The imposter immediately replies. "My love, I was so devastated by my brother's death and the idea of being queen so overwhelmed me that I ran away. When I heard of your illness I felt I had to come back to see you." I never want to hear my voice so sickeningly sweet ever again.

I snort and the attention turns to me. "I cannot tell you my reasons for leaving Uthur. I would not have returned if I hadn't heard of the wedding. I swore twenty five years ago that I would tread within these walls again but I couldn't allow you to be duped by an imposter. I could've borne seeing another queen at your side but I could never allow you to be lied or duped. I do not expect the throne as she does, if you wish to banish me officially I would be happy as long as you don't marry her."

"She lies, my love! She lies!" I can see Uthur fighting internally unsure and I wish that I could give him something more than reassurances but without the painful truth I can't say anything.

"Uthur." Everyone turns to the usually quiet Gaius as he stands before the confused King. "I know you've always loved Catriona but the woman you're about to marry is not Catriona. The real Catriona came to me last night and I know for a fact that she's the real Catriona."

"Why?"

"Because I know why Catriona left Camelot and it wasn't because she lost her brother or feeling overwhelmed." Gaius takes a deep breath. "Twenty five years ago the Lady Catriona Tregor caught the flu and the bone condition she has had since she was a child worsened drastically. After the illness had passed the condition was so bad that I told the Lady Catriona that she could never have children as her body would not be able to bear it. That the child would most likely die in the womb and that if it did manage to be born it was likely that she and the baby would not survive." The tears were flowing and I would've wiped them away but I, like all in the hall, was staring at Gaius transfixed. "She knew that you needed an heir and couldn't bear to hurt you by either not having a child or make you go through the pains of losing your wife in childbirth and quite possibly the child. So she came to me and I packed her enough supplies for a few weeks and an old dress of Alice's and the Lady Catriona left Camelot swearing she would never return."

There was silence in the court until Uthur walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me taking me up into his arms. "I'm so sorry." I whisper into his ear.

"Marry me." He murmurs into my ear. "I've loved you since I was a boy and I forgive you for leaving. As much as it hurt you did it out of love for me and nothing else."

"Yes." I whisper without thinking about what I'm saying but I instantly know that's what I want. "I've always loved you Uthur Pendragon."

Mordred's POV

I escort my fake aunt into the dungeons and throw her into the most disgusting cell. "Mordred!" She cries out desperately. "I am your family."

"You're no family of mine you filthy liar. How dare you try and impersonate a Tregor!" I bellow at her not caring that upstairs my aunt is getting married.

The false face of my aunt sneers at me "Pride shall be your downfall, Lord Mordred." I stop and stare at her. Lord is the title the magical community give me. "Oh yes I know Lord Mordred exactly who you are. You are not a good an actor as you think. You better be able to convince that aunt of yours or else you'll find yourself in the same situation as me." With a cackles she whips her head back and there's a slight poof of green smoke and when it clears I see a disgusting troll- warts and all.

Without thinking I draw my sword and plunge it through her stomach and watch with pleasure as black blood drains from her grotesque body and pools on the floor at my feet. "Nobody insults my family in such a way."

With that I turn on my heel and sweep out of the dungeons. Reaching a guard I nod through the door that I just came from. "The prisoner tried to escape using magic whilst I was transporting her. I was forced to kill her. Make sure that the body is cleared up."

And then I go back up to the festivities and find my wife. "That was quite a ceremony."

"It was indeed." I say with a smile on my face looking around the room to find my real aunt. Spotting her with the King I pull Guinevere over to her. After bowing in 'respect' for the King and is new queen I say. "This is my wife, aunt, Guinevere."

My aunt smiles and says. "Hello Guinevere. You are just as beautiful as Mordred said and I'm sure everything else he told me is true."

My wife turns a pleasing shade of pink at the flattery and smiles. "Mordred speaks of you so highly I confess myself feeling rather unequal to you."

My aunt smiles and takes the other woman's arm. "Yes but I'm sure if that's the case it can't be all true."

I grin because in this moment I see us as one happy family in this city of fools.

Lance's POV

The sky is beautiful tonight and the gentle breeze that hits my face freshens me more than anything else. Sitting outside my tent with my head tilted skywards I can't help but just admire the natural beauty of the sky, the tones of black and blues mixing with subtle hints of dark purple, all a background for bright, glinting stars in the sky and the queen of the sky.

My mother used to tell me a story of the Queen of the Sky and her baleful watch over the night and all who fall under her caring gaze. My mother used to say that she was a Queen over a very powerful kingdom filled with magic and was married to a King and they were beloved by all for it was a time of great prosperity. Then an evil sorcerer, jealous of their wealth and power, had cursed them into the sky and separated them for eternity so that a love like theirs could never exist again. The King now comes out in the daytime and the Queen the night- but at dawn and dusk they see each other and that's where true love can be really felt. Or at least that's what my mother used to say to lull me into sleep. I think that's why I've always loved the sky because it makes me think of love and loyalty.

Snap! A twig breaks on the forest floor somewhere close by that wakes me from my daydream.

"Who goes there?" I call out into the night, reaching for my blade.

"Calm down, Lancelot," Morgause steps out of the shadows and into my line of view, "it's only me."

I relax and set the sword aside. "You gave me a fright Morgause I thought there was bandits or something."

"Sorry. I didn't realise anyone would be awake I just wanted some fresh air."

"Are you ok? You seem upset." She does- her body is slumped and her eyes puffy.

"It's nothing."

"No it's not. Tell me." She doesn't respond. "Is it Leon?"

"No it's not." She sighs her expression worn. "He's amazing. I just-"

"You're not ready?"

"No… I don't know!" Tears are now flowing freely down her face. "I just never thought I'd have someone, you know? And now I've got him and he's amazing and I love him but I can't help thinking that it's going to go wrong and that I'll somehow mess it up and end up breaking both our hearts. I never thought I'd have someone to love me because-"

She stops but she doesn't have to continue because I know what she means. "You never thought you'd be worthy of being loved?" She nods. "It's horrible isn't it because you know you're not good enough for them but for some infuriating reason they can't see it."

Again Morgause nods. "He could do so much better than me. Someone who's whole and who has been untouched by war. He could find a sweet girl who's ready to have a family and settle down in a sweet little cottage by a lake."

"He could but that isn't what he wants." I smile at the crying woman. "He wants you because even if you can't see it in yourself you are beautiful, clever, fiery and the woman he's fallen in love with. Yes he could find some sweet village girl that would smile prettily and follow him with a broom ready to serve him but that isn't what he wants. Not a servant but an equal. People who are scarred by fighting, like us, we see ourselves a so unworthy because of the marks on us and the parts of the soul we've lost when we've killed. But we're not unworthy we've just suffered and hurt but the important thing is that we've battled through and fought and come through. You're forgetting as well that Leon was a knight of Camelot and has seen bloodshed and has probably killed many, probably most magical. He probably sees himself as unworthy to you especially as you're a Priestess of the Old Religion as well as a fierce warrior."

She stops crying and looks at me through misty eyes. "We?"

I smile at her sadly. "Everyone in this camo has been touched by war and bear the scars. Some are just better at hiding it than others."

She gazes at me for a moment and then sits beside my stool on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Stargazing."

"Can I join you?"

I nod and together we watch the sky in silence all night until the sun rises over the trees and then Morgause whispers softly. "I do truly love him, Lance."

I smile at her and then look at the rising sun itself as it bathes our camp in fantastic golds and oranges. I feel my beloveds hand ghost my cheek and her soft murmur of long forgotten vows. A tear makes its way down my cheek nut don't wash it away because in some ways that would be erasing her and I can never do that. I love her and in the beautiful morning sun sitting with Morgause I don't mind seeming vulnerable, even if she is still a bit scary.

Morgana's POV

I wake up warm but alone in Ambrosia's tent and judging by the amount of light flooding the tent it's around midday. Sighing I pull myself up and wrap one of Ambrosia's shawls around my shoulder and then leave the tent.

Deciding to go and see how Merlin's getting on I make my way over to her tent which is for once without Arthur. "Hey, sis."

"Oh hi Gana." She looks slightly disappointed to see me.

"What's the matter? Is it Arthur?"

"Oh it's nothing he just ran out on me yesterday without a word." She sighs but then makes a visible effort to smile. "So what's going on with you? I haven't seen you for a couple of days."

"Sorry I've been with Ambrosia, she was having some kind of weird seeing dream."

"Speaking of which have you been having any recently?" My baby sister's blue eyes fill with concern that makes me smile.

"No but I've got this feeling." I sit down beside her and look at her earnestly, trying to get her to understand. "I feel like something big is about to happen."

"Then something probably is." Merlin says without preamble. "That doesn't mean that it's necessarily bad."

Just as I'm about to reply I hear a scream and a large explosion. "Oh I think it does." I say running out of the tent to see what the hell is going on.

In the middle of camp Ambrosia and Morgause are facing each other with the others gathered round. My feet are rooted to the floor as my nightmare comes true and my mother and half-sister prepare to fight.

Yeah... Small clifffy there but I'm sure you don't mind...