Loyalties (Gwen/Morgana, Morgause)
Title: Loyalties
Fandom: Merlin
Characters & Pairings: Gwen/Morgana, Morgause
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin, this is not for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: When Gwen follows Morgana into the forest, she is forced to decide where her loyalties truly lie. Vignette, set after The Tears of Uther Pendragon pt 1.
Notes: My first Merlin fic in 8 months, be kind. This is also unbetad, my apologies for any mistakes.
On the fifth night that Morgana sneaks from the castle, Gwen follows her.
She’d been back less than two weeks and though Gwen had anticipated some change in her mistress’ mien, she hadn’t expected her to be like this. She knew that the serene, happy persona that Morgana wore outside of her chambers was nothing more than an act but what she didn’t know, was why.
There had been many ways that Gwen would describe Morgana, strong, kind, graceful, regal and other words that she shouldn’t think, like beautiful, magnificent and enchanting; but she had never thought that she would describe her as cold, harsh and hurtful. That is why Gwen follows her. That, and the fact that she loves her.
She follows her purple cloaked mistress out of the castle, through the town, over the hills and through the forest. After a while, Morgana reaches a clearing, and stops. She lowers her hood and calls to into the mist shrouded trees in a language that Gwen doesn’t understand.
“Hit sy mec, mín suster. Ac ic ne on mín sylfre.”
“It is me, my sister. But I am not alone.”
From the trees on the other side of the clearing, Morgause emerged, gracefully making her way down into the clearing. She smiled fondly at Morgana, pulling her into a hug with a possessive arm around her waist and a kiss to her jaw. They stayed that way for several moments, as if their parting had been truly painful.
“hwæt?” Morgause asked, leaning completely wrapped up in Morgana.
“Who?”
“Mín inþínen, héo sy bealuléasu. Héo sy belumpe be mec,” Morgana explained tenderly. “Ic asmeágan séo wit apæ trúwa híe.”
“My maid, she’s harmless. She’s concerned about me.” “I think we can trust her.”
Morgause nodded, yielding to her sister’s instincts.
“Guinevere,” Morgana calls.
Gwen tentatively emerged from her hiding place, her face open with fear. “My lady,” she said, her voice shaking as she curtseyed gently.
“Why have you come here?” Morgause asked, reluctantly untangling herself from Morgana and taking a few steps towards the scared girl.
“It is my duty to serve her, I was worried about her,” Gwen said, trying to sound bold through her fear.
“How far does your devotion to my sister run?” Morgause asked, regarding Gwen with interest.
“Infinitely,” Gwen said confidently.
“Deeper than your devotion to Camelot, to your king, Uther Pendragon?”
Gwen nodded.
“Very well,” Morgause said, smiling. She looked back to Morgana whose face was bright and then back to Gwen. “Come.”
Fandom: Merlin
Characters & Pairings: Gwen/Morgana, Morgause
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin, this is not for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: When Gwen follows Morgana into the forest, she is forced to decide where her loyalties truly lie. Vignette, set after The Tears of Uther Pendragon pt 1.
Notes: My first Merlin fic in 8 months, be kind. This is also unbetad, my apologies for any mistakes.
On the fifth night that Morgana sneaks from the castle, Gwen follows her.
She’d been back less than two weeks and though Gwen had anticipated some change in her mistress’ mien, she hadn’t expected her to be like this. She knew that the serene, happy persona that Morgana wore outside of her chambers was nothing more than an act but what she didn’t know, was why.
There had been many ways that Gwen would describe Morgana, strong, kind, graceful, regal and other words that she shouldn’t think, like beautiful, magnificent and enchanting; but she had never thought that she would describe her as cold, harsh and hurtful. That is why Gwen follows her. That, and the fact that she loves her.
She follows her purple cloaked mistress out of the castle, through the town, over the hills and through the forest. After a while, Morgana reaches a clearing, and stops. She lowers her hood and calls to into the mist shrouded trees in a language that Gwen doesn’t understand.
“Hit sy mec, mín suster. Ac ic ne on mín sylfre.”
“It is me, my sister. But I am not alone.”
From the trees on the other side of the clearing, Morgause emerged, gracefully making her way down into the clearing. She smiled fondly at Morgana, pulling her into a hug with a possessive arm around her waist and a kiss to her jaw. They stayed that way for several moments, as if their parting had been truly painful.
“hwæt?” Morgause asked, leaning completely wrapped up in Morgana.
“Who?”
“Mín inþínen, héo sy bealuléasu. Héo sy belumpe be mec,” Morgana explained tenderly. “Ic asmeágan séo wit apæ trúwa híe.”
“My maid, she’s harmless. She’s concerned about me.” “I think we can trust her.”
Morgause nodded, yielding to her sister’s instincts.
“Guinevere,” Morgana calls.
Gwen tentatively emerged from her hiding place, her face open with fear. “My lady,” she said, her voice shaking as she curtseyed gently.
“Why have you come here?” Morgause asked, reluctantly untangling herself from Morgana and taking a few steps towards the scared girl.
“It is my duty to serve her, I was worried about her,” Gwen said, trying to sound bold through her fear.
“How far does your devotion to my sister run?” Morgause asked, regarding Gwen with interest.
“Infinitely,” Gwen said confidently.
“Deeper than your devotion to Camelot, to your king, Uther Pendragon?”
Gwen nodded.
“Very well,” Morgause said, smiling. She looked back to Morgana whose face was bright and then back to Gwen. “Come.”