The Queen & Her King (sequel to the princess & the lost boy) Completed

Chapter 2: The Mistress

A/N: Hey guys, so sorry for not updating for a while. I took my puppy to get neutered a few days ago, and I've been taking care of him. Trying to keep him from running cause he's not suppose to and keeping him company. I will try to update a lot more before I have to go back to school in a couple of weeks and I'll be sure to let you guys know the schedule when school does start. Above is a picture of my favorite female villain, Morgana Pendragon.

Let me know what you guys think of The Queen and Her King so far and what you think of the chapter. I'd love to hear what you guys think so comment and vote! Let me know if you guys want to see a video of how Morgana went from good to evil because I know of a video that someone made that demonstrates that. It's really awesome, and I'll put it up for you guys to see. And Peter's P.O.V. will be back soon enough after the next chapter...I promise!

(Ash's P.O.V.)

I scoffed in disbelief as Jared opened the door to a massive bedroom. The bed was right in the middle with a white cover with black spirals sewn into the fabric. The pillows were carefully arranged, some black and some white. On both sides were two black nightstands with candles already lit and creating a forest aroma that filled the room and reminded me of Neverland. On the far right was a golden vanity with everything I could ever need if I even wanted to stay here. Which I didn't. Next to it was an oak wood dresser.

"I will personally escort you to meet the mistress, your Highness."

"I'd rather meet this mistress of yours regardless of how I'm dressed."

"Please, your Majesty, the mistress will be very unhappy if you do not wear one of the dresses she has had picked out for you."

I turned around to see fear in his gaze for a split second before it disappeared.

"Why are you so afraid of this mistress? Who is she?"

"She'd like to introduce herself personally, your Majesty. It is not my place."

"As the Queen, I'm quite sure that my command goes over any order your mistress has given you. Now, who is your mistress and why am I here?"

"I'm afraid I can not answer that your Majesty. I can not go against my mistress's wishes."

"Then take me to your mistress. I'd like to meet her."

Jared nodded before leading me out of the chambers and through a series of hallways. I took in every detail, not that there was really much to look at. This entire placed seemed to be made up of several dark gray stones, well at least they looked that way from the outside, but there was still a hint of a lighter color behind some of the gray that was fading. Black chandeliers hanged down from the ceiling, already lit, allowing light alongside with the torches embedded into the walls. Even the floor was made of the same stone. If it wasn't for the endless amount of knights we kept passing and the knowledge that Jared and this mistress lived here, I would have thought if was abandoned just by looking at the cobwebs that were hanging off the chandeliers. I doubt anyone would think anyone was living here.

I tore my gaze away from one of the guards once we came up to ceiling-height black doors with rusted looking hinges and bronze handles. I sighed as Jared pushed open the doors, a loud creak of the doors opening filled the air before he walked in. I followed in after him to see some statues of dragons placed about the room. Right in front was a black throne chair with the carving of a dragon on the top and at the ends of the arms, the legs of the front were carved to look like the feet of a dragon. The stone floor turned to a dark marble. The room was lit by several torches even though there was light shining through a few windows which was a relief. The darkness was really starting to take its toll on me.

"I thought you said that I'd be meeting your mistress," I snapped as Jared turned to face me.

"I'm quite positive your Majesty that she will be arriving any minute."

"What is this place?"

"It is where the mistress has resided for the past twenty-three years."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I will answer any questions you might have," a woman's voice called out.

I whipped around to see a woman walk into the room. Her skin was pale white almost as if she hadn't seen the sun in several days and desperately needed it. Her hair was a very dark brown that almost looked black from the lighting and was very curly, like she hadn't brushed it in weeks. She had it pulled back from her heart-shaped face. Her pale pink lips were curved up into a slight smirk as she slowly approached me. She had on a floor-length black lacy dress with a hint of a dark green underneath it. You could see her skin peeking out from the sleeves that went right up to her hands as well as some of her cleavage. The clicking of the heels I could not see echoed throughout the entire room. She had familiar teal eyes that lit up as she stopped a few inches away from me.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw Jared kneel before her, only standing up when she raised up her hand. Once he stood up, he stepped back several feet.

"Hello Ashlynn, I'm so glad to finally meet you after so many years."

"Who are you?" I inquired.

"Please forgive me, I should have told you that first," she apologized. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Morgana Pendragon."

My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at the woman that was my aunt. The same person who had sent Mordred to find someone and in the process had my mother killed. She had tried multiple times to kill my father and had successfully accomplished it once Mordred stabbed my father. She had tried to take over the throne of Camelot when it belonged to my father...now me. More than likely it was her fault that Merlin was gone. And now she had me kidnapped for whatever plan she had came up with to take over the throne that she thought is rightfully hers when its not.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" I turned my gaze onto hers to see hers soften.

If I'm going to die, I at least want some answers before I do.

"You've grown up so much. You've grown to be very beautiful," she commented, a sad smile appearing on her lips as I eyed her curiously.

"I'd appreciate it if you answered my questions."

"Of course. You are currently residing in Ismere. The Fortress of Ismere to be exact."

"Why am I here?"

"You're here because I've been looking everywhere for you, Ashlynn. Since the day you were born-"

"What? So you could kill me that way my father couldn't have an heir to the throne? So that you could rule?"

"I never wanted to kill you, Ashlynn. Arthur and Guinevere, yes, but for an entirely different reason."

"Then why were you...why did you never stop searching for me?"

"Because I felt it necessary to tell you what Artur and Guinevere never would have done."