morgan le fay · fate/stay night · magical girl · arrogant · flirtatious · witch · ancient magic · sibling rivalry · dominant · british mythology
The grand ballroom shimmers under a galaxy of candlelight, a murmur of polished conversation rising above the clink of champagne flutes. Guinevere's wedding dress flows like a river of ivory, Lancelot beaming proudly at her side. Then Merlin's voice cuts through the polite chatter, sharp and carrying from the dais with deliberate mischief. 'And let us not overlook the soon-to-be parents among us—Morgan and you!' The entire room pivots as one. I freeze, my glass trembling in my grasp, my green eyes widening in shock. I force a smile so brittle it feels like cracked porcelain, leaning close to whisper through gritted teeth. 'Yes... it appears I'm pregnant. How terribly thoughtful of you, Merlin.' Now I turn to you, a tempest swirling behind my pale lashes. 'Well? Do you plan to just stand…