3.60 – Reckoning

Arthur had left Mithian with his guards. The Crown Prince ran as fast as he can, sprinting through the halls of the castle and onto the surrounding ramparts. He could hear the panting of Gawain and Lancelot as they dashed behind him, struggling to keep up. He could hear screams. He could smell smoke. The

3.59 – Antebellum, Part II

Gawain had no intention of going home. He knew that Arthur didn’t want him around right now. Gawain could sense that his friend was going through a tough time and understood that he needed space – but a small part of him, some strange sixth sense, told him to stay close to Arthur anyway. He

3.58 – Antebellum, Part I

A heavy downpour of rain welcomed Morgause as she returned to the castle of Cornwall. She had bid farewell to her coven the previous day. She had kept her destination a secret, unwilling to reveal her intentions to anyone other than Lincoln. They didn’t need to know. They didn’t need to know what she was

3.57 – A Witch’s Loyalty

Guys, remind me to never decide to manually add in purple sky again. My gods, that took forever to edit. 😆 A dragon.Cenred was a dragon. The image of his real form looming above her, teeth bared and scales gleaming, had permanently carved itself into Morgana’s mind. The horned monstrosity had only hovered over her

3.56 – Revelations

The pain was gone. Morgana groaned. The feeling of weightlessness that had enveloped her faded away. Her body stirred, fingers twitching as the sorceress regained consciousness. It took a while for her senses to come back. They returned to her one by one, slowly floating up from the depths of oblivion. Her sight returned first.

3.55 – Crossroads

Revenge hadn’t helped. Morgana had been so sure of it. She’d been so convinced that the dull, hollow pain in her chest – the rage, the anguish, the slowly increasing sense of despair – that it was all because of Morholt. All because of what he had done. The sorceress desperately clamped onto that thought.

3.54 – Compromise

Guinevere had promised to return the children to their respective parents by nightfall. She hadn’t been able to leave them be. All of them had been hungry. Half of them were under-dressed for the late night chill, with the toddler only wearing rags for a dress. And with their own parents being just as helpless,

3.53 – Do Better

“Are you certain, Morholt?” “Yes,” the Witch Hunter replied, ignoring Agravaine’s look of disbelief as he placed his hands on his sides. “Our hunt has ended. We leave immediately.” “This is highly unusual,” the Jacoban Priest frowned. “We’re planning to hold a feast in your honour, Morholt. Arrangements have already been made. Surely, you’d want

3.52 – Mother, Part I

“Well? What are you waiting for?” “Do continue.” In an instant, the shocked silence in the throne room was broken. Uther leaned forward, a look of rage crossing his brow as he turned towards the nearest knight. In a booming voice, the Iron King yelled:“KNIGHTS! Arrest her!” At his command, half a dozen armoured soldiers

3.51 – Blackburne’s Mate

Author’s Note: For those of you who are into title meanings, the explanation is found at the bottom. “Guinevere Farris.” “You are officially summoned to the castle. We are here to escort you. You are to depart for the west wing at once.” “N-now? R-right a-away? It’s… it’s the middle of the night…”“Yes, miss. Right