The True Legend Of Arturia: King of Knights

The Pendragons Meet The Empress

AN: Remember that marriages were not the same back then. Especially if you were royalty. I ship this and don't care if it bothers others plus it makes sense to me. Love you all. Enjoy!
Karma told the gathered group that the leader of Red wished to see them. Morgana sighed as she stood.
"Everyone step away from the table. I will be teleporting us there. Wear anything but the modern clothing." Morgana sounded so done with whom ever they were about to meet. Arturia, Morgana, and Mordred changing at the same time into the royal clothes they had worn in Camelot, Lancelot into his armor, and so forth with the others. The feeling of Morgana's magic was pleasant and different from what Mordred remembered. It was like love instead of the burning hatred of before. Arturia still carried Mordred, Morgana walking next to her, both their crowns gleaming in the light of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Morgana placed a hand on Arturia's arm.
"Wait. I have a gift for Mordred that you had asked me to make long ago in your dreams and a gift I made for you also, love." Morgana smiled at her family in love as Arturia nodded with a smirk. Arturia placed Mordred on the ground, kneeling in front of her heir.
"Mordred Pendragon of Camelot, my only child and heir, I and your mother present to you your birthright. As my successor and the apple of my eye, I crown thee Prince of Camelot and acknowledge you as my daughter and heir of Avalon and the Realm of the Fea." Morgana placed a small crown perfectly mixed of the two crowns that Arturia and Morgana wore upon the child's head, kissing the hair of her daughter as she did so. Neither parent mentioned that the crown would appear when she didn't wear armor and that it was laced with protection spells nor that it was forged from the remnants of the Sword of Selection, the curse broken. Mordred's eyes were huge as tears threatened to escape her eyes. She could only nod her thankfulness and joy. Morgana then proceeded to produce three rings forged of fea metal. She slipped the thick band upon Arturia's hand and kissed it. "A ring to signal our marriage, my king. One that will last till time is gone." Arturia kissed Morgana as she slipped the two rings on the other's hand.
"It's about time you gave the ring." Arturia whispered to Morgana. Mordred rolled her eyes. Arturia picked her daughter up and the group behind them followed the three royals into the throne room of the Empress.
Assassin Class Guinevere smirked at the massive throne room and shot a look at Lancelot. Lancelot, Lancer Class, smacked her gently. Lamorak, Berserker Class and mostly sane, rolled his eyes. Tristan, Archer Class, smiled at what was to come. Gawain, Rider Class, just sighed.
"Welcome to the Hanging Gardens Of Babylon. Introduce yourself." Morgana huffed, Arturia rolled her eyes, and Mordred looked like she was ready to attack the creepy person on the throne. The knights winced at the disrespect shown to the King Of Knights and Queen of the Fea.
"I am Saber of Red." Arturia's voice was icy. The Empress faked a smile.
"Real names would be nice, saber." Her tone was sickly sweet. Arturia decided to humor her and the rest of Red that were assembled. Achilles was staring in shock at the three, not catching sight of Arturia yet.
"I am Arturia, General Of the Roman Legions, Liberator Of Gaul, Rose of Avalon, Blessed by the Lady of the Lake, Head of the Knights of the Round Table, Guardian of Hopes and Dreams, Champion of Justice and Nobility, and King of Camelot and the Land of the Fea. You are merely an Empress Of Syria that became an assassin and owe me a life debt for saving your life. Barely anyone remembers your legend. Do not forget that I met you while you still lived." Morgana smiled at the statement as the others chuckled.
"How dare you insult me, peasant!" She stood from the throne and started to attack only to have a weapon of the fea at her neck.
"First off, we are of royal blood. We are remembered by all people and cultures. We have the same power a localized legend would have in their place of origin wherever we go, drawing our magic from the lands our tales touched. Second, my king is not to be insulted by a weak, pathetic Mage as yourself. Third, never even think of harming my husband or child again." Morgana was glowing brightly as she threatened the Empress. Arturia places a hand on Morgana's shoulder.
"Peace. Soon she will know our strength." Arturia stepped forward and Achilles' spear fell to the ground when he finally caught sight of Arturia. He bowed as quickly as he could on blended knee to the royals of Camelot. He ignored the anger of the Empress.