Arthur and Merlin in order to become the woman that you have blossomed into. If you’d known the truth…well you would have run away from Arthur, broken his heart, and in doing so, you would have been denied your true destiny. I have been raised to put my full faith in your destiny. Your birth had been foretold when I was very young. As such, you were born into greatness. Your father’s line, and my line…united, and in turn, you became the epitome of what was the best in both of our lineages. “
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“And King Llewellyn? Is he dead, or did you whisk him away to Avalon with you? Of course, I won’t be surprised if he’s still alive, he always did seem too prickly to die. Ornery old bugger, that’s what he was,” Molly rasped. Her mother had given her more than enough information. She still didn’t understand what her mother had meant about her lineage being great. The ancient line of the Celts her mother came from must have held some great power.
Molly’s hand trembled as she reached for the refilled goblet of water.
“Llewellyn fell. He is truly dead. He died with honor and with courage. He would not have wanted more. His men proved their allegiance to him, for they all gladly gave their lives for their king. Even though Llewellyn seemed to be an aloof and imposing man to you, he did treat me with kindness. We were not madly in love, but still… my heart did grieve for him,”
Mildred said, as a small token of sorrow filled her voice. Molly drew her mouth in a stern line, and nodded her head with understanding. She had never felt any deep grief for Llewellyn but the passing of her mother had shattered her. To have her back in her life seemed almost too good to be true.
“Nonetheless, you should have come back for me. I’ve missed you more than you will ever know. “ There it was. Her stubbornness was yet again rearing its ugly head. She still felt betrayed. Even though she knew her mother had been acting in her best interests, Molly still felt the sting. Her entire life had been based on one gigantic lie. She felt as if someone had robbed her of her happiness.
“I’ve kept a watchful eye on you, but Avalon needed me. My sister needed me. I am sorry to have caused you pain, my love. No mother wants to see her child in pain…but you have to know that I did everything for your greater good and for the good of the world itself. “
Mildred reached to caress Molly’s cheek, and Molly pulled away from her touch.
“I do not understand. Mama, you speak in riddles. My head cannot take much more of this bloody nonsense,” she muttered, as she fought against another wave of exhaustion. She felt as if she could sleep for a good week. Why did Avalon matter to her mother? And what was this about a sister? Her mother had never mentioned having a sister. She had always believed that her mother had been an only child.
“Has Merlin not told you?” Mildred asked, casting an accusatory glare at Merlin who flinched, and moved back toward a still silent Arthur. Beneath her breath, her mother muttered something in the Elvin tongue. Shocked, Molly nearly drew away. The oath her mother had muttered was something that Molly never thought her mother would say.
“It slipped my mind. I have a great many things running around in this head of mine; you cannot possibly expect me to remember everything, Mildred,” Merlin muttered. Arthur puffed his chest out. Obviously, her mother intimidated him. But she hadn't intimidated him enough to cause him to back away from his convictions. Merlin on the other hand, shuffled his feet nervously. Why did her mother put the fear of God into both men? None of it made any sense to Molly. Her head still felt heavy. If she didn’t know better she could have sworn that she’d had a whole bottle of red wine. Whoa. Stars began fluttering in front of her eyes. That was so not a good sign. Mildred rested her angry gaze on the warrior king. Merlin
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“And King Llewellyn? Is he dead, or did you whisk him away to Avalon with you? Of course, I won’t be surprised if he’s still alive, he always did seem too prickly to die. Ornery old bugger, that’s what he was,” Molly rasped. Her mother had given her more than enough information. She still didn’t understand what her mother had meant about her lineage being great. The ancient line of the Celts her mother came from must have held some great power.
Molly’s hand trembled as she reached for the refilled goblet of water.
“Llewellyn fell. He is truly dead. He died with honor and with courage. He would not have wanted more. His men proved their allegiance to him, for they all gladly gave their lives for their king. Even though Llewellyn seemed to be an aloof and imposing man to you, he did treat me with kindness. We were not madly in love, but still… my heart did grieve for him,”
Mildred said, as a small token of sorrow filled her voice. Molly drew her mouth in a stern line, and nodded her head with understanding. She had never felt any deep grief for Llewellyn but the passing of her mother had shattered her. To have her back in her life seemed almost too good to be true.
“Nonetheless, you should have come back for me. I’ve missed you more than you will ever know. “ There it was. Her stubbornness was yet again rearing its ugly head. She still felt betrayed. Even though she knew her mother had been acting in her best interests, Molly still felt the sting. Her entire life had been based on one gigantic lie. She felt as if someone had robbed her of her happiness.
“I’ve kept a watchful eye on you, but Avalon needed me. My sister needed me. I am sorry to have caused you pain, my love. No mother wants to see her child in pain…but you have to know that I did everything for your greater good and for the good of the world itself. “
Mildred reached to caress Molly’s cheek, and Molly pulled away from her touch.
“I do not understand. Mama, you speak in riddles. My head cannot take much more of this bloody nonsense,” she muttered, as she fought against another wave of exhaustion. She felt as if she could sleep for a good week. Why did Avalon matter to her mother? And what was this about a sister? Her mother had never mentioned having a sister. She had always believed that her mother had been an only child.
“Has Merlin not told you?” Mildred asked, casting an accusatory glare at Merlin who flinched, and moved back toward a still silent Arthur. Beneath her breath, her mother muttered something in the Elvin tongue. Shocked, Molly nearly drew away. The oath her mother had muttered was something that Molly never thought her mother would say.
“It slipped my mind. I have a great many things running around in this head of mine; you cannot possibly expect me to remember everything, Mildred,” Merlin muttered. Arthur puffed his chest out. Obviously, her mother intimidated him. But she hadn't intimidated him enough to cause him to back away from his convictions. Merlin on the other hand, shuffled his feet nervously. Why did her mother put the fear of God into both men? None of it made any sense to Molly. Her head still felt heavy. If she didn’t know better she could have sworn that she’d had a whole bottle of red wine. Whoa. Stars began fluttering in front of her eyes. That was so not a good sign. Mildred rested her angry gaze on the warrior king. Merlin
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