There's magic afoot. 1/?
My first het fic on LJ. Warning: Anglo-saxon english, battle scenes.
Morgaine's eyes shot open as she folded her hands over the water and breathed. The face of Morgan Pendragon was not even peaceful in sleep. “Dear child, what have they done to you?” She sighed and waved her hand over the pool, changing the scenery. A few mailed men sat atop a hill with makeshift battlements and a league of men on the other side. They were outnumbered.
“Betweox restan hælan, begietan fylstan beþurfan.”
She was in Bardon Pass now, near the south side away from the enemy. She weaved through the cloth toward the house she had only seen through her scrying bowl, and found it with no problem. Morgaine hid nothing from the guards who immediately drew their swords. She had a pair of daggers at her sides that would have easily protected her if she needed them to. But this wasn't about it. “Who are you?” A guard at the door she did no recognize spoke. “I am Morgaine and I seek audience with King Arthur Pendragon.” She was calm and cool as she said so, to not come off as a threat. “He is busy.” The guard said, trying to look tall under her gaze. Realizing where she was, he grew confused. “How did you get past the defences?” She was a patient woman, but this situation was of most importance. “That is for his ears alone. Now get him, if you want to keep this pass.” The man did as he was told and the door opened to expose a blonde haired boy much younger than herself. Her brother in this realm was still young, just as her brother had been when he was crowned. His champions followed him out of the house, all wary of her presence. Morgaine offered a sweet smile as they watched her. “I wish to speak with the king. I offer my weapons to the discretion of his guards and ask that I may give him my story alone.” She pulled her daggers from her waist and tossed them on the ground, as well as removing a dagger from her thigh. “He will not be alone.” A man she noticed to be Gawaine spoke up. “You are right. He may bring his champion then, and no other for this story is not meant for mere men.” She turned and left, retreating through the cloth to be out of earshot. Taking a seat on a large rock, Morgaine waited. It didn't take long for Arthur to join her, with a wary man following him. She knew this to be Leontes. “Lady, I am here to listen to your story. Spare no detail.” Morgaine bowed her head in respect and offered the opposing rock to him. Leontes stood. “I must ask that you will take this with an open mind, no matter the words you hear.” Arthur nodded. “I give you my word.” She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her lap. “I am Morgaine, daughter of Igraine and the Roman Duke of Cornwall. In this world, your world I would be called Morgan Pendragon. I am the sister of a great Christian King Arthur and his wife Queen Guinevere Pellinore.” Morgaine paused at the words, two different reactions lighting up the face of Arthur and Leontes. One of contempt and the other of victory.
“Our worlds are very much alike in person, but not in matters of state. In my world, I am a witch healer and Queen of Avalon, land of the Pagans. In this world, I have no title. In my world, my brother has abandoned me because his wife believes that I am evil because I bore his child and sole heir. In a sacred rite of my people, the Virgin Huntress and the King Stag lay together to produce a child of great power. I did not know I lay with my brother. And so, my brother married me to a man much older than myself because he believed by allegiance to Avalon had faded-” “This story sounds like nonsense.” Leontes huffed and Arthur glared at him. “Leontes, is it not? In my world you are Lancelet, daughter of my mentor and once my lover. That man once saw me as the most beautiful woman in the world, until he met the King's bride. I thought I might never love again. I know now love is not for a Lady of Avalon.” Leontes looked taken aback. “I apologize my lady.” Morgaine bowed her head in acceptance to his apologies.