The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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Determined footsteps were what filled the many corridors of the stone castle. Loud and amplified as no one was speaking and there were barely any guards about. A door was thrown open as Guinevere called out to the person that was sitting on the bed, looking out the window.
"Guinevere," the woman on the bed blinked as she turned her head to the upset royal, "what is it this time around? As I recall, I have not done anything to make you upset as of late... which gives you little excuse to enter my chambers unannounced."
Guinevere crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, "No you have not, you are correct. I am only here to tell you that you need to give me another insight on the future."
"I thought that I had already made it clear that I would not do that again; we both know what happened the last time that I told you."
"Morgana!" The Queen grit her teeth, "You have to do it."
"Or what? You will execute me? I do not think that will work a second time. The people are already upset with a Queen regent, they will not stand it if you kill the last Pendragon," Morgana shrugged as she leaned her head on her hand.
Guinevere rolled her eyes and sighed, "Morgana; I promise not to act upon it this time."
"And why should I believe you?"
"Because this is about my child! Morgana! Please! You know not what it feels like to have a child and the need to protect them from everything. Morgana, I must know if my baby is going to die." Guinevere was still being strict, even as she was showing weakness.
Morgana huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Everyone must die, Guinevere, I think you would be one to know that more than anyone."
"Morgana," the regent grit between clenched teeth, "You know exactly what I mean. Will my child die an untimely death?"
"Humanity always thinks deaths are untimely, queen." She sat back against the headboard of the bed and watched as Guinevere's red dress moved every now and again.
"I command you to tell me, Morgana!" The brunette yelled as she extended her hand towards the sorceress.
Morgana clucked and tilted her head back, "I do not obey the rules of a fake monarch, I am the daughter of Uther Pendragon and I do not remember making an oath to you."
There was a grunt and then the following words came lightly as if to coax the other female into spilling what she knew, "You know not the pains of a mother, witch, you know not what I am going through."
"Did you think about that when you killed my sister?" Morgana was not going to feel pity for her, she would not forgive her for what she had done to her sister, "When you murdered Arturia? As I know not of being a mother, you know not of being a sister. You know not my pain. I had told you not to act upon fate and yet you thought yourself clever and ruined everything. Your son now holds the same fate as Arturia, and only you are to blame."
