The Daughter.

.13.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓲𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓱

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(Trigger Warning: The upcoming chapter will contain mentions of abuse. Please take care of yourselves, I hope you have a lovely day.)

"I just can't believe that he locked me up!" Morgana exclaimed angrily.

Rowan sighed as she watched her friend glaring at the wall opposite her. They were both sat by the table in Morgana's chambers waiting for Gwen to come back from an errand. She had gone to get flowers for Morgana's return and had not arrived back yet.

"He was trying to protect you." Rowan, not defended, but stated.

Morgana threw the princess a glare. "He didn't force you to spend two days locked in some chambers, unable to speak to anyone but Miss Henly."

Rowan winced at the mention of the maid who was almost as serious as Uther and disliked her nearly as much as he did. The woman was one of the few people Rowan had never been able to win over, her no-nonsense attitude clashing with Rowan's inability to take anything seriously.

"Well, it could have been worse." Rowan reasoned.

Morgana frowned. "How?" Then she shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Why weren't you and Arthur confined to some distant chambers?"

"Arthur is meant to be learning what it is to be king, he can't do that hiding away whenever things get dangerous. As for me, I'm pretty sure none of the guards had the guts to try to lock me up." Her grin turned devious.

Morgana rolled her eyes before saying, "Speaking of... When are we going to have another lesson?" The spark of mischief in the lady's eyes made Rowan smile.

"I swear that the moment this disease is over with, we will go back to the field and we'll work on that awful stance of yours," Rowan promised.

Morgana scoffed in offense. "My stance is not awful!" She argued.

"Morgana, a strong gust of wind could knock you over." Rowan teased.

Morgana opened her mouth to retort, only for a loud clank to interrupt their discussion. The two women shared a worried look and hurried out of the room only to find guards leading a terrified Gwen away from the corridor.

"What are you doing? Release her!" Rowan ordered at the same time as Morgana called Gwen's name.

"But what have I done? I haven't done anything! Help me, please!" Gwen pleaded and Rowan began to hurry towards her, her hand landing on the hilt of her sword. She had almost reached her when a hand reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, keeping her in place.

Rowan spun around ready to fight whoever it was holding her back from helping her friend only to find her brother standing there with a pained expression.

For a moment Rowan was speechless, pieces falling into place as she realized what was happening.

No.

"What are you doing?" Morgana asked.

"I found a magic poultice in her house." Arthur informed Morgana, his eyes flickering over to his twin taking in her panicked expression.

"Oh, that's ridiculous," Morgana argued.

But it wasn't ridiculous.

"Then how else do you explain her father's recovery?" Arthur asked Morgana.