Page 60 of Propriety
It might make it real.
“If she’s correct, that gives him the right to the throne.” But he was grinning as he said it.
“Uther was my father as well,” Morgana purred, “Meaning any son I have would be next in line, unless.” She settled back in her chair, caressing her stomach. “You give birth to a boy yourself.”
“Father of a king,” Arthur mused, his lips curling into a frightening state. “Lancelot would be proud.”
“Would be?” She managed, clenching her fists at her side.
“Your champion is certain to have perished.” Morgana answered quickly with a shrug. “It’s been how long since they’ve left?”
“Five months, sister.” Arthur bellowed a laugh that bordered onmanic.
It was a joke to them.
Their oldest friend.
The father-
No.
I love you.
“Is that all?” She breathed, teeth clenching to keep from shouting.
“I suppose,” the king waved her away with a servant. “I won’t have need for you tonight, pet. I don’t enjoy breaking you in the bedroomandin the court.” He turned up his nose. “Such a disgraceful thing.”
She turned before he had finished his sentence, heart thrumming loudly in her ear as she made for her room.
I love you.
She had to get there, had to get behind closed doors.
She couldn’t fall apart in front of them again.
He wouldn’t have…
Right?
He was with her, wasn’t he?
He held her.
She’d held him.
They’d cried in each other’s arms.
He didn’t leave her to go lay with Morgana.
Didn’t come to her after laying with her.
Right?
I love you
She pressed the door shut behind her with shaking hands.
The letter was still there, pressed to her heart.
