Morgan Le Fay; The True Story

Chapter Sixteen

Cyric studied me for a moment before shrugging. Kellan slid her arm free and quickly excused herself.

"I'll be in the hall," she told him, searching his face for any sign of emotion. He nodded and she turned away, dissapointment on her face.

He offered me an arm, but I ignored it, disgusted by him and his behavior. I led the way to the small library, my rage fueling me.

"Who do you think you are?" I hissed at him as she shut the door. "You have no right to treat Kellan like that. None at all."

"What?" he asked, looking shocked by my outburst.

"You don't speak to her, you try to avoid touching her, you look like you don't care about what happens to her anymore," I said. "I know that she's had many miscarriages, but that is absolutely no reason to treat her like.... like refuse!" My voice had gone up in volume and pitch, and I was practically shrieking at him.

"Lady Morgan," he said stiffly. "It is not your place to lecture me on how I treat my wife."

"Don't you see how she's hurting?" I asked, livid by his lack of response. "When she needs you the most, you rejected her."

"She had dissapointed me one time too many," he said coldly, a hint of anger in his eyes. "She has failed me."

"So you decided that it'd only be fair to dissapoint her?" I crossed my arms and glared at him. "It's not like she purposely killed your children. Accidents happen. Not every baby will be carried to term. Life continues." He glared at me, seemingly too angry to speak.

"Kellan has not changed much over the last fifteen years," I told him. "In fact, the only change I see now, that wasn't present before I left, is that she's sadder. She yearns for your love and affection, and you refuse to give it to her. It's not fair. Not when you promised to love her and cherich her until death seperates you." He stood there, guilt and shame joining the look of rage on his face.

"Are you questioning my honor?" he asked as he turned his back on me, his hands balled into trembling fists. I suspected that is was so that he wasn't tempted to hit me, but I can't be too sure.

"I never said anything about your honor," I said. "You thought that one up yourself."

"Lady Morgan," he said through tightly clenched teeth. "It's not your place to tell me how I should or shouldn't treat my wife. You, who have never married, would never be able to understand."

"Understand what?" I asked. "Kellan has given you two healthy sons. What of them? You want many children when she's already given you two heirs. Has it ever occured to you what she's given up for you over the last seventeen years? She left her home and her family behind. She left everything that she knew. Her body has been ruined by childbirth, despite her good health, and she can no longer travel with you. She was always fond of adventure, and she's had to give it all up."

"Enough," he snapped, turning towards the door. I watched him, unimpressed. My father's temper had always been much, much worse in all of my memories.

"Do you remember the night before Leslie's wedding?" I asked. He froze, his hand on the knob. "When you and Kellan came up to the tower that night, I knew that something had changed since your own wedding. Kellan told me that she had grown to love you. Where is that love now?"

He left the room, slamming the heavy door shut behind him. I sighed, and took a seat by the window. It was one of the few in the manor house with glass, and I never ceased to be amazed at how artfully it had been done.

A marriage is so much like the window, I thought my temper cooling off. A lot of small pieces, none perfect, put together, to make something lovely. I wonder if I made a mistake. If I've just made things worse for Kellan and Cyric. I just don't want to see them suffering, especially not Kellan.