Tapestry of Time

Morgan Pendragon

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The following chapter contains descriptions of violence and depicts psychological issues. Reader discretion is advised. The content may be distressing to some individuals. If you find such material triggering or uncomfortable, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter.

Edinburgh - England – a few months after the bar/party incident

Artoria lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was bathed in the soft light of early morning, but she felt only the cold emptiness that had settled within her since that terrible night.

Morgan entered the room quietly, carrying a tray with tea and toast. "I made you some breakfast," placing the tray on the bedside table. "You need to eat something."

Artoria turned her head to look at her sister, her eyes hollow and tired. "I'm not hungry," she murmured.

Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Artoria's hand in hers. "I know, but you need to keep your strength up. We will get through this, one step at a time."

Artoria squeezed her sister's hand, the simple gesture providing a small measure of comfort.

After Artoria ate breakfast, she felt a small spark of energy return to her weary body. Eating felt like a victory, a small step toward reclaiming control over her life. With a determined sigh, she decided to stroll in the garden.

The garden was beautiful. She wandered the winding paths, admired the vibrant blooms, and listened to the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about the past.

After her stroll, Artoria returned to the house and settled in front of the television. I'm craving to watch some shows on Fateflix. The familiar plots and characters provided a comforting escape.

As the day wore on, Artoria felt hungry again, a sign that her appetite was finally returning. She made her way to the kitchen, where her loyal servants had prepared a delicious meal for her.

The servants, too, played a crucial role. Always offering a comforting word or a warm smile whenever she needed it. Their dedication and care provided a welcoming environment that made her feel safe and looked after.

Later, Artoria chatted with her uncle Merlin in the study. After her father's death, Merlin took over running the family firm for her. He was more than just an uncle; he was a mentor and a friend.

As the stars began to twinkle outside, Artoria felt the weight of exhaustion settles over her. It was already late at night, and the house was quiet.

Feeling the need to wash away the day and perhaps find some solace, Artoria decided to take a shower. The thought of the warm water seemed inviting.

She made her way to the bathroom, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet halls. Once inside, she turned on the shower. The gentle hum of the overhead light was the only sound breaking the silence. Artoria undressed slowly.

Stepping under the hot stream, she let the water cascade over her body, hoping it would wash away some of the exhaustion clinging to her. For a brief moment, the warmth provided a calming sensation. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the soothing effect rather than the thoughts swirling in her mind.

But as the steam enveloped her, the memories of her trauma began to resurface. The facade she had maintained all day began to crumble. The lump in her throat grew larger, her chest tightened, and she felt the tears welling up.

The first sob escaped her lips, followed by another, and soon she was crying uncontrollably. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to muffle the sound, but the tears wouldn't stop. She slid down to the floor of the shower, hugging her knees to her chest as the water mixed with her tears.