Twins Eyes // Merlin Fanfic

My Lady, My Lady - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

My heart stuck in my throat, pounding in my chest as I tensed nervously against the branch.

I knew that voice.

"My Lady" I said sharply, darting down to the foot of the tree in one quick motion, dragging my pack with me. I curtseyed low in sarcasm, and she did the same.

"My Lady," she repeated, venom dripping from her tone. "I have awaited you. It has taken you some time to find me, Othor."

I smiled dangerously, taking a few short steps towards her familiar figure. Her long, dark touseld waves of hair mirrored mine, the poison emerald of her eyes barely a shade from my own.

Appearances, however, were not the only things we shared. There was one person we each had a passionate hatred for in the minds of our kin.

Uther Pendragon.

"Kaira will suffice, Morgana," I said with a growing smile. She took me into her arms for a gentle embrace, clapping each other a little on the back in comradery. She had visited often whilst both Merlin and I lived in Ealdor together, and we were sworn friends.

There had been a pale face watching us closely from afar, but their gaze could be felt to be dropped after the pretence of enemies had been sufficiently obtained. Yet their reason for turning their watchful gaze to us was unbeknown to me, for my meeting with an old friend was nothing be ashamed of in my eyes.

"Why are you exiled to the forest, Kaira? I thought you would be living with your brother, not holing up in a tree."

I chuckled, recalling my incident with the future King.

"Let us just say the Prince Arthur does not take well to having his head almost shaved off by a flying sword."

We laughed in turn, mischief evident in our expressions.

"However, I could ask you the same. I thought the two of you were on high terms?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed, scoffing in disgust at the mention of such royalty.

"Uther is blind to what he can see. He doesn't understand that telling his mistake of a daughter that she really was a mistake and really was his own wasn't such a good plan."

I snorted who laughter, covering my mouth quickly.

"He what?"

I raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

"He's your actual father? What about Gorlois? Arthur is your brother? What happened to marrying him?!"

My mind was malfunctioning, hay-wiring inside of my befuddled head.

Morgana just sulked, shooting me a glare indicating that I should probably stop laughing. So I did, though with some difficulty.

"I can see why you didn't want to marry him though. Uptight if you ask me, can't see past his own stack of wealth."

She just nodded her head slightly in agreement, before perking up her ears and quietening me.

"There are guards headed our way. Follow me, quickly."

She motioned to me to accompany her into the deeper part of the forest, and despite my slight fears, I followed wihtout hesitation for the urgency in her voice assured me she was not lying to me.

"Of Camelot?" I questioned as we hurried through the woods, footsteps gaining more and more time n us as the trees grew thicker, the air became heavier and the sense of being watched was ever greater. I fought to banish these thoughts from my head, though they lingered in case of fight or flight syndrome.

I still didn't know what I'd choose.

We were reaching a dead end near the Valley of the Fallen Kings, and I strived to keep with Morgana's quick stride. Before the guards could see our cloaks and impale us with their spiked swords, my friend gripped my soft blue hood and dragged me sharply into an unassuming dip in the roots of a rather large tree.

In the crevice of the trees footholds was a small door, a house made from wood on the other side of a steep valley.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she murmured quietly, though I wasn't sure whether she was speaking to me or herself.

Or both.

Not seconds after the betrayed Princess of Camelot had pulled me into her cosy hut, had the stomping steps of steadfast soldiers stormed passed, hunting something - or someone - down.

I hoped with most of my might that they weren't pursuing me.

"Where are they going?" I whispered in confusion as the troopers headed further into the valley, the air dripping with sorcery.

"Search all areas, and don't stop until you've found her!" Barked an authoritative and all-too familiar voice.

The King had come in search of either of us, seeking us out in payment for what had occured in the past.

"My Lord, I am sure they passed through here. Their tracks stop by this tree."

Vomit rose in my throat, as they king and his mercenary took a few paces.

"There is nothing here. It is just a tree."

They wandered slowly - too slowly - away from Morgana's house, and it was my best guess that she had a clever enchantment on her door that protected it from being seen by someone she did not wish to see it. I breathed a long sigh of relief, retreatin further into the small shack that housed the Princess and her belongings.

She hadn't said anything whilst the guards remained outside, but in finding nothing they soon moved away and we could both finally relax.

"Uther hunts both of us. He knows I wield magic and Arthur will have told him what you did. We must remain here for now, and stay well hidden. The King will likely travel back before sundown, but his soldiers will most certainly remain in the forest for at least three days.

I have supplies here enough for both of us, and I assume you've brought some with you. We cannot draw attention to ourselves though, and I fear that your brother will lead them here for he knows where I live."

I stopped for a moment on hearing about Merlin, but I reassured Morgana that he would not trade us in.

"He has nothing to gain from turning his sister and his friend into the King. I am sure he will not betray us, as neither of us would betray him."

My tone became serious, a warning in my voice that Morgana knew.

If she betrayed him, I'd betray her.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

"Well, don't be too overwhelmed if he should. And don't blame me for the consequences."

We both perfectly understood each other, and the formal aura dropped quickly.

I then took the time to take stock of my surroundings, for I was aware that this would be my home for some time to come. There were many shelves stacked high with potions and dust-topped glass jars, small things writhing inside. A small, single bed was situated in the far corner from the door where soft, dim light shafts fell in from cracks in the wood, and Morgana was beginning to spread some spare cushions and rags on the floor.

"It isn't a lot, I'm afraid, but it'll have to do for now."

I smiled weakly, not at all offended. My living conditions at home in Ealdor hadn't been much more to boast about, but both Merlin and I knew that mother was striving to do her best for us.

"So. I guess this is home then."

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