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Morgana returns to her empty room, eyes still red from crying. That Arthur had to find out like that. Her anger is barely quenched but slowly, it’s joined by fear. Now he knows, he has the upper hand. Her pacing grows faster as her emotions conflict. She can’t speak with anyone. Gwen shouldn’t know; it would put her in danger. Arthur was out of the question. Gaius? He’d dismiss this as some childish squabble.

Her eyes fall on the flowers Merlin gave her. Gwen had been attentive enough to place them in a new vase after she broke the last one. Flowers that had been but a reason for him to tell her about the druids. Her heart aches again for those friendships lost. Was this the curse of being the King’s Ward? Never finding someone to trust?

It’s ridiculous, truly, to search for Arthur’s servant. If anyone should be at his side at this time, it would be him. But she can see Arthur down at the training ground from her window - not the broken one, fixed only with some wood to keep the cold air away. 

Knowing that she dares to make her way to Arthur’s quarters. Confident strides so nobody will question her presence as she walks into them, no knocking necessary.

Hermione stood on the broken bridge of Hogwarts after the aftermath of the war. She looked upon the towers that were no longer standing and others that were no longer tall to look like they were reaching towards the sky. She just hoped that no one was trapped underneath the rubble.

To say she wasn’t bitter about Emma Swan’s recent engagement would have been a lie, only she wasn’t going to admit that out right. Instead in true Regina style, she allowed her facial expressions and snide remarks to do the talking for her.

The Charming’s had arranged a party for the newly engaged couple, a invite she would have rather binned and thought no more of. Only there was Henry, and for Henry she would do anything. He was excited for his birth mom and soon to be step-father — the mere thought of it made her blood boil. Regina was still angered that Hook had gotten a second chance at life, that Zeus had presented him with the gift of life and yet, Robin was still gone. Frustrated already by such events, the couples engagement was the cherry on top. 

@inkfated​ | asked: “Is it too early to pick names?” | Harry, Ron or Draco to Hermione

It took some years, but finally Hermione felt like she was where she was always meant to be. After dating Ron for about two years, they decided to break it off. It wasn’t working and they both knew it. It seemed the rush of what was meant to be their final year of Hogwarts wore off. There was still love between them, but no longer romantic. 

Reconnecting with Harry, they discovered a spark Hermione had long ago buried inside. The hope they would become something more had faded throughout school as she watched Ginny become apart of his life. Now older, they seemed to have found their way back to each other. It had started off as some friendly lunches which then turned into dinners and then full on dates. A year or so later, Hermione found out she was pregnant.

Alta closed her eyes as she sank into the comfort of the chair beside the roaring fire. It was not very often that King’s offered to host her when she traveled through their realms, but she was not one to refuse a warm fire, a soft bed, and regular hot meals when offered in return for coming to a court. She wondered for a moment if their was some other motive behind King Uther’s Kindness as the king was very much against magic, but the ache in the seer’s body from travel caused those thoughts to go away. For a moment, everything was quite for Alta and she loved it. Until the knocking at her door began.

“Come on in,” The Seer said with a deep sigh as she remained seated.

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