OK next chapter...this will be dedicated to my amazing sister who endured hours of me bouncing ideas off of her.
I really wanted to do some Bonding with Arthur and Adalia so here is the next chapter.
I really do not own Merlin...if I did Arthur would not have died.
chapter six
Adalia's POV
Sometimes I hate my uncle. He did this on purpose, I know he did! Stupid uncles and their stupid ideas! as you can tell I'm very happy right now...Leon and uncle Elyan have decided that because I won't talk to...Father on my own they're sending me on a two day journey with the man I've been trying to avoid since he showed up. Typical.
so now I'm on the way to speak with a dragon who was responsible for my Father's death but is also the reason I'm alive, why is my life so damned difficult! On the other hand this is better than the trainees, which was my other choice, they either flirt with me or they're scared of me. Again, Typical.
I may as well talk to him, if we're going to ride together for two days we'd better talk, (otherwise Leon and Elyan will have my head) "so, how did the guys rope you into this?" they normally have to threaten, bribe, and than order people to escort me anywhere." Arthur smiled.
"Yes, I got that impression from when Elyan asked who was willing to go with you and everyone said no." I grinned, "well its good to know that my reputation is as unblemished as ever! and you didn't answer my question."
He smiled. "you're very persistent, I came because I'm supposed to stay hidden, and because Leon was going to let you come alone." I didn't mention I'd probably be fine alone. He turned to me again.
"So what did you do to terrify the trainees?" I grinned, "anything from setting Aithusa on them to making sure they can never enter a room in the castle without getting something dumped on them."
He nodded, "you remind me of your mother, dare I ask what made you unleash the wrath of their Princess on them?" I nod, "They flirt with me or they're extremely formal...or they let me win everything because I'm a princess." "it drove me crazy until I finally just ignored them, or pranked them."
we both fall into silence for a while, and than, "so how is it that the Dragon who was once Morgana's pet is now a friend to you? and how did you learn Dragon speech?" I'm quiet for a bit, "Aithusa and I are connected, when Mum found out she was pregnant Gaius did some tests. when I was about to be born he figured out that something was wrong, Aithusa showed up and healed Mum and Me, we think this is how I got magic too, as for the language...I've always spoken Dragon again Gaius thinks this has something to do with Aithusa healing me in the womb."
Leon's POV
with the Princess gone the men were breathing a lot easier, Leon loved Adalia but she terrified the boys, unless she was leading a drill or training session.
Leon's thoughts were interrupted by two children who came running up to him.
"Sir Leon!" one of the little girls said. "We can't find 'Dalia!" Leon went down on one knee in front of the little girl, "she went to visit Aithusa, she'll be back soon." the other little girl sniffed, "but she didn't say bye!" sensing a melt down (and hoping his time with Adalia as a child would pay off) he said.
"well she got up early to leave, but she told me to tell you bye, and also to tell you that as soon as she got home she'll play with you, and I think she has someone with her who will play with you."
Both children nodded, sniffed once and than the older turned to the younger, "come on Beth, lets go find Gwaine and see if he'll play with us." Beth nodded, "Yeah! good idea Catie! he has the best games!"
Both little girls ran off, and Leon sighed in relief, when they had gotten Morgana's first message, Gwen had still been with them, Morgana had attacked a settlement in Albion and those two little girls had been all that was left.
Needless to say both were under Adalia's personal protection.
Spy's POV
"Lady Morgana" he went down on one knee in front of her. "The Princess has left the castle, She's gone on a mission to the north mountains to speak to the dragon." Morgana looked down at him. she was a cold beauty. cruelty radiating off of her in waves, "has she taken guards? someone to protect her?"
he smirked, "no Milady, she left at the crack of dawn, with no escort...unless one joined her out of sight of Camelot, and she hasn't been eating properly since her Mother's kidnapping" Morgana smiled and held out her hand.
"Perfect, I wonder how my niece intends to handle any...dangers that crop up along the way, I would hate for her to be harmed." she stepped down from her throne and kissed the man softly.
"I will send someone after her, you should return to Camelot lest someone suspect you, soon we will take Albion and you will rule by my side." He nodded, "Yes, Milady." he turned and left the room.
Morgana's POV
"That fool! thinking I would rule with him! I will never allow any man to have that kind of control over me or my kingdom!" Turning she summoned her maid, "send for Kennan. Tell him I wish to speak to my brothers lovely bride, Guinevere will surely enjoy a trip down memory lane." the maid nodded and left the room, her niece was a foolish child, leaving Camelot without protection, really!
Kennan, Morgana's right hand man entered at that moment, she turned to him. "good, you're here, I've just received word that The child, Adalia has left Camelot without protection, Her magic will be weak from worry and lack of food. with no escorts she should be easy to take down"
Kennan nodded, "shall I send a score of men to catch her?" Morgana turned, "that many will not be necessary, five should do... and Kennan," he turned, "yes Lady?" she glared, "they will kill her."
He gasped, "But Lady Morgana..." she raised an eyebrow. "I do hope you didn't actually fall for Adalia during your stay at the castle, it would be most unfortunate, as you broke the child's heart when she caught you kissing her maid in an attempt to get information for me." Kennan winced, "No Lady, I just thought you might want to speak to her." she shook her head, "the men will kill her, I have no use for a niece whom the people love."
"Now go, send the men, and I want Guinevere brought up to me." bowing Kennan left the room.
Guinevere's POV
Arthur, you would adore your daughter, she's sweet, stubborn, tough when she must be, yet gentle, you can tell she's yours, although I must admit the magic was unexpected! *sigh* I wish you could be here to see her. I wish we could be a family!
Gwen's thoughts were interrupted by the stomp of boots outside the door of her room. the door opened and a man poked his head in, "lady Morgana wishes to speak with you."
Gwen sighed, "very well." she walked to the door. with men preceding her she walked up two flights of stairs, entering a room she saw Morgana sitting on a throne.
"Hello Gwen, I suppose I should have spoken to you sooner, although my men seem to think I would lose my temper." Gwen Smiled, "yes, because you're so very good at controlling your temper when things don't go your way Morgana." Morgana glared for a moment and then smiled.
"I suppose you'll be glad to know your daughters alive Gwen, though not for long, Adalia had the...foolishness to go on a journey without an escort, something I'm sure she inherited from my late brother, Kennan's dispatched some men to make sure the little nuisance won't bother me much longer."
Guinevere lunged at Morgana. "don't you dare hurt my baby, Witch!" Morgana snapped her fingers, immediately Gwen was surrounded by guards. "I'll make sure to show you your daughters body when my guards bring it in." she smiled as Gwen struggled against the men holding her.
"Take her back to her room! and make sure she can't get out!" Guinevere fought, "Adalia is smarter than that Morgana, if you think they can harm her that easily you're mistaken!" she called.
after the men returned Guinevere to her room however, she wept, "Arthur, Watch over our baby girl!"
Phew, that was a long one! sorry for taking so long to update,
my cat died and left me with three kittens to feed, so I've been busy!
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Christina Salvatore
