Artoria looked outside the window of her castle, the church bell ringing to signify the passing of

another hour and the setting of the sun. The castle would be closed down soon and she should most
likely retire to bed soon. She looked back toward the empty seat beside her, lingering on it for a few
moments longer than she should have before turning her attention to what was in front of her.

Which wasn’t much. A mostly empty room with one or two guards, the rest of the Round Table knights
had gone home by this time, perhaps a few were still around but eventually they would leave as well.
Another day had passed. Artoria had decided to wait a few more minutes to make sure no one else
needed business with her today.

The time passed and the king got up from her throne, making the few guards in the room straighten
their posture as they watch the king exit. Castle Camelot was extra quiet this night, normally some
servants or a few guards would be walking down the halls but today… nothing. Which forced Artoria
to do something she never wanted to do.

It forced her to be alone with her thoughts.

It had been about two years since she had found out about Lancelot and Guinevere, she had forgiven
the both of them but it still weighed heavy on her mind. Especially since she had seeing them less and
less lately. But to add onto that, rumors of a rebellion have been spreading throughout the country,
Artoria didn’t want these to be true but if they had some credibility to them she had to be prepared
for it.

The last few days had been stressful for the king and considering she hasn’t had a good nights rest in a
while definitely did not help. Her mind goes foggy at times which is not good when your people need
your attention every couple of hours. She hoped that this night would be the night where she could
get a proper nights sleep.

She reached the end of the hallway where her bedroom was at, but unfortunately she was so caught
up in her thoughts she didn’t realize that-

Bump.

The king was jolted out of her thoughts as she hit her forehead on the door to her room. Artoria
stared at the door for a few seconds like she had never seen one before, but she couldn’t linger here
forever. She opened the door and took off her armor, placing it on the designated stand, afterwards
she sat on her bed.

She should go to sleep. She knew this, yet whenever she tried to lay down her body just wouldn’t let
her.

Oh, come on. She complains to herself. This has happened before, where she would just sit on the bed
for hours. Perhaps she was just too tired to fall asleep.
Insomnia was not one of the problems she had expected to be one of her greatest adversaries when
she took the position of king. She wondered at that moment if her father experienced similar
complications when he was king.

She let out a sigh and laid down, she might as well make an attempt to get some rest. Even if meant
three hours of tossing and turning. But as soon as her head touched the pillow, something felt off. The
air in the room had got colder. It made her get up and look around the room to make sure everything
was in order.

At first glance nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but Artoria knew better than to take a cursory
survey in the dark. She concentrated until she could properly see in the dark and looked again. Again,
nothing seemed to be wrong, but in her peripheral she saw something.

The curtain near the window was moving, considering the fact the window was closed and there
wasn’t a breeze in the room Artoria could only guess that it was moved by someone, intentionally or
not. Accepting that she probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight she got out of bed and walked over to
the curtain, inspecting it.

She reached over and touched the curtain, it was as cold as the rest of the room but when she focused
she could feel it, faint traces of magical energy. The person who broke in most likely tried to get rid of
it but rushed and couldn’t get all of it. This confirmed it for the king, there was someone in this room
with her. But how would she get them to come out?

It was pretty late and Artoria was tired. She didn’t want to go through all the tribulations of catching a
mage. So she decided to go back to bed.

“I know you are there.” She calls out to the empty room. “Show yourself.”

A louder silence filled the room as everything seemed to warm up, telling Artoria that her assumption
was correct. It was almost like it was concentrating on a singular point, after all of it was gone she
wanted to believe that the person invading her room just went away and that she wouldn’t have to do
an execution the other morning because she never saw who was in her room.

But things never really went the way she wanted them to.

A cold hand touched the kings shoulder, causing a slight shiver to run down her spine. Something was
tugging in the back of her head, telling her that she knew who was touching her. But she was praying
to whichever god would answer her that was just an unfounded worry.

“Hm, you have gotten sharper.” ...Screw all the gods. “Dear sister.”

Artoria took a deep breath and turned around, and was met with the green eyes of the woman she
never wanted to see again. Her yellow hair cascaded elegantly down to her back and she wore a smile
that could almost be described as genuine, if Artoria didn’t know any better she would have described
her as beautiful.
“Morgan.” The king called her name attempting to hide her contempt. “You know you are trespassing
correct?” The sorceress only chuckled at her. She moved her arms around her neck and pulled her
sister into an embrace.

“Come now sister, no need to be so hostile. Don’t you want to spend some time with your big sister?”
Artoria cringed at the sarcasm in her sisters voice, she refused to believe Morgan still thought of her as
her sister.

“I am not interested in your games.” The king says firmly trying to escape her sisters arms. “Leave
before I call the guards or deal with you myself.”

“I feel that would be hard to do.” Morgan says with a chuckle. “Considering they’re all having a nice
nap right now.”

“You!-” The kings eyes went wide with concern, as she began to raise her voice. “What did you do to-”
She was quieted own by her sister covering her lips with her index finger.

“Shh. I just cast a sleeping spell on them. I wanted us to be alone for a few moments with no
interruptions.”

“I told you I am in no mood to humor you.” She finally freed herself from her sisters embrace and put
some distance between the two. A superficial frown played on the sorceress’s face when her request
was rejected.

“Aw come on Artoria. I just wanted to wish you a happy anniversary.” Those last few words made
Artoria freeze. Morgan was right, today was hers and Guinevere’s anniversary despite that she hadn’t
seen her wife the entire day. She and Guinevere too she guessed, had completely forgotten, or
perhaps she intentionally blocked it out. Today had been a rather sore spot for her ever since the
affair.

“...what do you want Morgan?” The king asked once more. “To mock me? To hit me while I’m down?
Or take advantage of this situation and kill me to take the throne?” She stared defiantly into the
sorceress green eyes, they were practically glowing in the darkness. She didn’t respond immediately,
her smile slowly fading out being replace by a more neutral expression.

The sorceress reached over and put her hand onto Artoria's head. She was giving her headpats, like
she used to when they were children. A smile crept up on her face, not a fake one like last time but a
genuine expression that slightly shocked the king.

“It’s funny…” Morgan whispered. “How you don’t realize how hurt you are.”

“What?” The king whispered back.

“Let me put it this way, Artoria, you are an injured lion.” She moved her hand away from her head.
“Your heart has been injured, but you got back up pretending that everything was okay. You traveled
leading your pride, but that injury never healed. All you did was ignore it.” She taps her sisters heart.
“You got used to your injury and believed you were healed of it.” She moved her hand away.

Artoria stared at her sister with shock in her eyes, this was her mortal enemy, the person who would
most likely be responsible for her death. Yet here she was lecturing her. She looked down at the bed,
pondering on what her sister said, as she looked down she noticed her hand was intertwined with
Morgans, something that the king most likely did unconsciously.

“I… I know…” She whispers, squeezing her sisters hand a bit tighter. She knew that this was most likely
just a ploy to get her vulnerable or do something she wasn’t thinking of. But at this point she didn’t
care. “I… I’m so tired Morgan…” Tears began to well up in Artoria’s eyes.

Morgan smiled lightly, this is exactly what she wanted. She opened her arms invitingly and Artoria
practically jumped into them, accepting the embrace she was generously offering. She wrapped her
arms around the sorceress and pressed herself against her, letting all the tears, and the bottled
emotions, fall out.

Artoria couldn’t remember the last time she cried, but she did remember the last time she was
embraced by Morgan like this, it was a similar situation. Artoria was upset about something but didn’t
tell anyone about it, however Morgan could tell something was wrong and forced her to confess,
causing her to cry while being hugged…

Just like what was happening now. History has a funny way of repeating itself.

As the tears fell Artoria expected some kind of ridicule to come from her older sister, or for her to say
something, but she didn’t say anything. She just stayed still with her arms around Artoria, and a gentle
smile on her face. Her hand moved upwards to Artoria’s head again, she caresses and pats it bringing
some comfort to the weeping king.

After a while, the tears dried up and the king went back to a stable condition. However she didn’t let
go of her sister just yet, she didn’t want to.

“Morgan… I…” She began. “I suppose… I was hurt more than I thought…”

“I know.” She whispers back. “It’s alright.”

A moment of silence falls between the two. Neither one of them knowing what to do from here. They
hadn’t let go of each other yet and it made Artoria realize just how close they are. How their bodies
were pressing together, how soft Morgan’s body was… Some feelings began to resurface that she
thought were discarded after the night of Mordred’s creation.

And those feelings became real evident to Morgan when she felt something hard and familiar
touching her thigh. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle of excitement, she had thought that magic
had worn off after that night, but it seems to have stayed which made her very happy.
“Oh my.” She says through her giggles. “It seems someone is excited.” Morgan’s realization made
Artoria blush like mad, she pulls away from her and tries to cover it.

“S-sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” She makes her sister turn around and moves her hand away. Exposing the
tent being pitched in her pants. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She moves her hand and touches
the tip of her erection.

“Morgan we shouldn’t-” She was cut off by a moan escaping from her lips. Morgans hands were just as
good as she remembered.

“Come now, I’ve helped you mentally, let me help you physically too.” She twirls her finger around the
head of her cock teasing the king and causing her erection to grow even bigger.

“I… suppose… that wouldn’t be that bad…” At her agreement, Morgan’s smile grew much more lustful,
she leaned in close and pressed her lips against Artoria’s. Catching them in a kiss made much more
sensual when Morgan forced her tongue inside her sisters mouth. A jolt of surprise flows through the
king but she quickly recovered and began a fight for dominance with their tongues.

At the same time Morgan was egaerly clawing at her sisters pants, finally getting proper hold of it after
tree tries. She yanks it down in one fell swoop and exposes her sister’s cock, bulging out of her
underwear begging to be freed, and Morgan would answer that call. Her undergarments were pulled
down fully exposing her erection to her sister.

Reluctantly, Morgan pulls away from her sister. A smile forming on her face as she laid her eyes on
Artoria’s magnificent cock.

“It’s just as big as I remember.” She whispers as she grasps the shaft of her sister’s eight-inch member,
eliciting a sweet moan from her sister, in which the sorceress relished in. She slowly began moving her
hand up, only heading down when she reached her head and heading up when she reached the base.
She moved agonizingly slow, making sure Artoria felt even the slightest bit of movement of her hand
and enjoying the face of pleasure the king was giving whenever it got close to the head.

“Morgan…” Artoria moaned out her name through ragged breaths. “That feels… incredible…” Her
smile grows larger as she hears her sisters words.

“Good… I’m glad I still know how to pleasure you.” She grabs her sisters cheek with her free hand and
kisses her again. A much lighter kiss compared to the one before it, but one that still made the kings
heart flutter. All the while her strokes didn’t stop, in fact they picked up in speed. Her hand moved up
the length of her sisters cock, both of them receiving a thrill from this they had long believed was
gone.

Before she knew it, Artoria was on the verge of cumming. And Morgan could tell, but she didn’t want
to end this too quickly, so she separated her lips from her sisters and pulled her hand away from her
sisters cock, much to Artoria’s disappointment. She looked to her sister with a face that was begging
for more.

“Morgan why did you stop?” She complained needily.

“Because, I want you to finish in my mouth.” She whispers to her, her head moves down toward her
crotch, taking a second to inhale her sisters scent, a musk that made her get even more wet than
before. Her tongue reaches out to get a taste, and as soon as it touched the shaft she immediately
wanted more. She gripped the base of it and leaned down, giving it a quick kiss before she wrapped
her lips around the head and began to plunge down.

Artoria cries out in pleasure as her cock is engulfed in a wet heat she hadn’t felt in years. As it was in
her mouth Morgan wrapped her tongue around the head, teasingly licking all over and forcing out
cute moans out of Artoria.

Wanting to hear her sister moan even more, she took more of her length into her throat, Artoria
looking down at her slightly amazed as she sees her cock slowly disappear. But all coherent thought
turned to mush when Morgan decided to shove her entire length down her throat.

“A-aaah Morgan…” Artoria moans out through ragged breaths, a small sense of shame flows through
her as she realizes how humiliating she must look right now, but those thoughts were tossed aside
when Morgan opened her eyes to look up at her sister, her emerald eyes causing her cock to throb, a
sensation that delighted Morgan, causing her to pause for a few moments and smile before she slowly
brought herself back up.

Wanting to taste more of her sister, Morgan began to suck faster hastily suckling up and down, the
speed increase making Artoria shudder with pleasure, instinctively she put her hand onto her sisters
blonde hair, gripping it tightly as she, much to Morgans surprise, pushes her head down to force more
of her cock into her throat. “I’m going to cum!” Artoria warns, excitement bubbling within Morgan as
she feels the immienant ejaculation.

In a few seconds Morgans mouth was filled with white sticky liquid, she closed her eyes as she began
to swallow her sisters load. But the more she drank the more that came out, a seemingly unending
load flowing into Morgans mouth as she greedily attempted to drink all of it, even with all her
experience she definitely had some difficulties with it.

However after two minutes of Artoria just unloading into Morgan, her cum finally stopped. Panting
Artoria watched as Morgan slowly began to unlatch herself from her cock, at the same time she licked
off all the extra semen that didn’t make it into her mouth, once she reached the tip she finally let her
sisters cock go with a pop.

Finally, Morgan opened her eyes and smiled at her sister, she let out her tongue and licked her lips
wanting to take in all the semen, even the faintest of traces. Artoria’s heart, and cock, throb as she
looks at her sisters smile, stirring emotions within her that she didn’t want to currently name. After
staring for a longer period of time that she wanted, Artoria remembered her hand was still gripping
onto her sisters hair.
“S-sorry. Did I hurt you?” She asked meekly as she let go of her hair.

“I’m not some fragile maiden Artoria. It’ll take more than that to do me in.” Morgan chuckled as she
leaned in and kissed her sister on the cheek, causing a bit more red to appear on her face. But when
she leaned it, she felt her sisters cock press against her, a bit of shock running through her as she feels
that it’s still hard. “How virile…” She whispers to herself.

“Morgan I-”

“I know.” She says silencing her quickly, she puts her hand up and snaps her fingers. Within a second
both of their clothes had disappeared.

Artoria looked at her sister in awe, this was the first time she had properly seen her sister naked. The
last time she… well not in the right mind. She was truly beautiful, golden hair that seemed to shimmer
in the moonlight, her breasts while not big, that trait seemed to run in the family, looked perfect to
Artoria. Her legs were long and beautiful, however the place in between them is what she really
wanted to see.

Morgan is delighted as her sister hungrily eyes her, slowly she crawls toward her and cups her cheek.
She presses her lips against hers once more, a much more chaste kiss this time but one that got the
message through to Artoria. After their lips part, Artoria pounces on Morgan, both of them falling
onto the bed as she grabs onto her hands, holding onto it as she stares down at her surprised sister.

“I still haven’t forgiven you.” Artoria admits as she tightens her grip on her sister slightly. “You’ve
caused me a lot of stress. Now I’m going to use you to relieve that stress.” She presses her lips against
hers once again, Artoria taking the lead this time as she encroached upon her sisters mouth with her
tongue.

Morgan wasn’t sure what caused this sudden show of dominance, but she definitely wasn’t
complaining. She reciprocated her sisters passion as they tongue wrestled. They began to lose
themselves in that moment, both of them closing their eyes as they enjoyed the feeling of their
tongues and bare bodies pressing against each other.

After a while they reluctantly part from each other due to lack of oxygen, they stare into each others
eyes catching their breath. Slowly Artoria begins to trail her finger down her sisters body, until it finally
reached its destination. The tip of her finger rubs Morgans clit causing Morgan to quiver with delight,
but she doesn’t linger there for long. Her finger goes down further as it brushes against her sisters
entrance.

“You’re so wet.” Artoria cooed as she begins to move her finger up and down, making Morgan attempt
to stifle her moans by covering her mouth with her hand. Her sister however wasn’t very happy about
that, so once she decided that she was wet enough Artoria pushed her finger inside. The electrifying
feeling of her sisters finger was too much for Morgan and she couldn’t hold in her moans anymore.
“A-Artoria!!” She cried out as her hands shot out and wrapped around her sisters neck, causing a smile
to form on Artoria's face as she pushed her finger deeper inside of her. At that moment Morgan could
swear she saw stars, she began to wriggle her finger around when it suddenly hit a particularly
sensitive spot, forcing out a loud moan out of Morgan. “A-Artoria I-I’m…!!”

The pressure on Artoria’s finger multiplied exponentially and so did Morgans grip onto Artoria, her
body trembles as the world around her goes to white. Her pants becoming heavy as she rides down
her orgasm, opening her eyes when it finally stopped. “You came so much…” Artoria whispers as she
pulls her finger out and pops it in her mouth, tasting her sisters juices. “Delicious…” She breathed out.

“If you like my taste that much…” Morgan spreads her legs, presenting her wet sex to Artoria. She
takes her two fingers and parts her lips for her. “Then taste me from the source.”

Artoria didn’t need to be told twice, she grabbed onto Morgans inner thighs and pushed her tongue
inside of her. Her nectar was the most delicious Artoria had tasted in forever, the more she lapped at it
the more she wanted, and Morgan was more than happy to let her have it. This time it was Morgans
turn to grip onto her sisters hair and she got the message.

Her tongue began moving around, on occasion she rubs the clit causing her to jerk in pleasure and
increase her grip on her sisters hair, so much that it could have teared it off. But Artoria couldn’t care
less at that moment, all she wanted was to make her sister moan out more. Slowly she brought her
finger back to her entrance and pushed it inside again.

All of this stimulation was getting to be too much for Morgan, again she started to see white again, but
at this point she could do nothing else except moan, so instead of a verbal warning she wrapped her
legs around her sisters head to force her even deeper into her dripping wet sex. And she understood,
she began going even faster pushing her finger in and out until it all came to a stop.

This one was bigger than the last, lasting much longer as Artoria drank up every bit of it, and Morgan
loved it. Rapid pants coming out of her mouth as she, over time, all of the strength in her body
seemed to dissolve as she let go of her sisters hair and let her legs crash back to the bed. After she was
fully satisfied with her meal, Artoria pulled away from her sisters crotch, wiping off the excess juices as
she looks down at her handiwork… mouthiwork…? A smirk forming at her face as she looks at the
pleasure ridden face on her sister.

Not letting her have a single moment to recover Artoria aligns her throbbing cock with Morgans
entrance, rubbing it against her a few times before she snaps back to reality. She lets out a few low
protests none of which were heard by her sister, until she grabbed onto her cheeks and forced her to
look into her eyes.

“I said wait idiot.” She was still panting but she had recovered most of her energy. “Let’s change
positions.” Morgan slides out from under her and gestures for her to sit down, when she does Morgan
wraps her arms around her sisters neck and sits on her lap, her ass cheeks rubbing her sisters shaft.
Forcing a low moan out of Artoria.

“Why this position?” Artoria questions.

“Because I know you like feeling my ass on you.” Morgan teases as she wriggles her cheeks around in
her lap.

“J-jeez. You really know what makes me tick.”

“Of course. I know you better than anyone else.” Without saying another word she lifted herself up
until her entrance was touching the tip of her sisters cock. She rubs it around a few times, teasing her
sister with a smirk, Artoria desperately wanted to just force her cock inside of her sisters dripping wet
folds, but she showed some restraint knowing that Morgan most likely had something in mind to make
this experience even more pleasurable.

“M-Morgan…” Artoria breathlessly whispers.

“Hm?” Morgan replied not stopping her hips.

“I-I please…”

“Please what dear sister?” Morgan teases, wanting to hear her sister beg for her. “Say what you want.”

“I… want to fuck you…” Artorias eyes are glazed over with pure lust, there was nothing on her mind
except penetrating her sister. Morgan had never seen her sister this desperate before, it made her
heart flutter. This side of her was hers. Nobody had and ever will see Artoria like this except her, not
even her wife, and Morgan always loved getting one up on that ‘cow’ or so she calls her. A smirk plays
on her face.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Finally Morgan descended her hips, giving into what her sister wanted.
Slowly her cock began to sink onto Artorias cock, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Morgan as her
grip increased onto Artoria, until finally she hit the bottom. Fully sheathing every inch of her shaft
inside her wet sex.

As Morgan pushed herself further down her cock, Artoria was enamored by the pure heat that she felt
coming inside of Morgan, the sensation was unfamiliar to her and she silently cursed herself for not
indulging in this sooner. But she could think on all of that later as Morgan slowly began to lift her hips
coercing a groan out of Artoria. Right as she reached the tip and was about to abandon the warmth
she slammed her hips down, causing both of them revel in the pleasure for a few seconds before
continuing.

The process repeated a few times, the slapping of skin creating a steady rhythm as the two of them
make love under the moonlight. Steadily they pick up the pace, Artoria unable to contain herself
anymore as she began to meet her sisters hip with equal fervor, every time she slams up hitting a
sensitive spot inside of Morgan. Causing a shiver within Morgan whenever she felt the tip hit her in
just the right area.

The sound of slapping of skin, the rapid breathing, and the scent enveloping them was downright
hypnotic to Artoria each trust made her wanting more than before, over time they sped up even
more, their love making seeming more like animalistic sex than anything with romantic connotation.
They violently thrust their hips together, not caring about anything else except fulfilling their own
desire at this point.

The rhythm they created was gone at this point, all that was left was the irregular rough smacking of
hips of two people merely using the other as tools for their pleasure, and none of them currently had
the brain capacity to care what the others intention was. Their lips crashed together once again, the
two of them melting into each other.

After their fucking reached a high point Morgan noticed her sisters cock getting bigger, she knew that
she would get what she wanted soon enough. She pulled away from Artoria’s lips and rested her head
onto her sisters shoulder, as Artoria began to push into her even harder than before, Morgans
movements had stopped at this point and she was relishing in the pleasure her sister was bringing.

“Morgan… I’m going to cum…” She warns as she grabs onto her sisters hips feeling herself getting
close to the edge.

“Inside…” She begs as she closes her eyes. “Cum inside me Artoria…”

With a nod of understanding, she hits Morgans sensitive spot once more before finally she finally
couldn’t take it anymore. After thrusting one last time, Artoria finishes inside Morgan, a wave of
semen flooding her sisters womb which was practically begging to be impregnated. This load was just
as if not even bigger than the last one.

The warm gush of liquid fills Morgan fully, and at this moment, in her sisters arm with her cock inside
of her, she feels complete, she knows this is where she belongs. The semen overflowed from her
womb a big portion of it falling onto the bed, which made Morgan sad that all of it couldn’t be
absorbed into her womb.

Soon the load began to slow down and entirely cease, Morgan still holding on tightly to Artoria
throughout the entire way, when she felt satisfied Artoria began to pull her cock out of Morgan, all the
semen that was trapped inside of her flowing out as her dick gets pulled out, making Morgan feel a
distinct emptiness.

Morgan finally opened her eyes and looked at the aftermath, smiling at the big load her sister
released. She was sure at this point she would be spent, two loads within a relatively short period of
time would be killer for any normal person.

But these two were anything from normal.

Artoria grabbed onto her sisters shoulder and pushed her down again, Morgan looked up at her,
seeing her eyes still filled with lust, perhaps even a greater amount than before.

“I’m not done.” She says firmly. “I still have stress to relieve.” Morgan smiles at her words and
embraces her again.
“Then use me as much as you want.” She whispers tenderly to her, causing something to snap within
Artoria. If Morgan didn’t know any better she could have sworn her sisters cock had gotten even
harder.

Her offer was silently, but very excitedly, accepted. Artoria forcibly grabbed her hips and thrusted
inside of her again, forcing out a happy gasp from Morgan as her sister began to thrust again.

They continued to make love throughout the night, the two of them not caring if anyone was listening
or if anyone walked in, they were fucking like animals in heat. They changed positions multiple times,
all according to Morgan, sometimes she wanted to taken from behind with her head being shoved
inside of a pillow, sometimes she wanted to be carried by Artoria and thrusted into. But her favorite
was definitely when she sat on Artoria’s lap and bounced on her cock.

There was something about the intimacy in that position that spoke to her, so they did that the most
often. And at one point in the night Morgan, with magic, brought a loop of rope and asked Artoria to
tie her up, she was against it at first but complied when she saw the pleading look on her face.

Before the two of them knew it, they had both run out of energy. Artoria unloaded her last shot of
semen inside her sister and when she pulled away she had finally gone flaccid, the exhaustion had
caught up to her and before she passed out she grabbed onto her sister waist and pulled her close so
she could spoon her. Morgan complied with no complaint.

And within seconds they both fell asleep.

A few hours had passed and somehow it was still dark outside. Morgan stirred awake remembering
that she couldn’t stay here. She turned around and looked at her sister turned lover, she was sleeping
soundly for the first time in a while, making her smile a little. Silently and slowly, she wriggled her way
out of Artoria’s embrace and sat up on the bed.

“Goodbye Artoria.” She whispered to her. “I know in time, you will heal.” She said the last part
somberly and lifted herself off the bed. But before she could cast the spell to teleport herself away,
she felt something touching her arm. She looked over and saw Artoria holding onto her.

“I’m not letting you get away.” She pulls her sister closer, locking their eyes together. “Not this time.”
Morgan’s eyes widened with surprise.

“But… why? I thought you hated me…”

“...I could never hate you.” She leaned in closer and kisses her again. This one causing Morgans heart
to flutter even more than before, she eagerly reciprocated wanting to feel more of this… not just right
now but everyday.

When they pull away Morgan had tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face she wrapped her
arms around Artoria and hugged her tightly.
“I love you Artoria…” She whispers into her sisters chest.

“I love you too Morgan.”

The two sisters stayed like that. Basking in the moonlight shining through the window as they
embraced each other, they knew that they belonged to each other. In this life… and in every other that
they might find themselves in.

Finally, they let go of each other and laid back in bed with each other, Morgan giggling as she feels
Artoria’s arms wrapping around her snugly. Once again, they close their eyes and drift off to sleep.

Morning finally arrived, the light of the sun shining through the windows of the castle and making
Artoria wake up. As she slowly opened her eyes she remembered the events of last night, but felt the
lack of presence of someone important. She looked to her side and saw no Morgan.

She looks around for any sign of her, but comes up short.

“Was that all a dream…?” She whispers to herself somberly.

“No, it wasn’t.” A familiar voice rings in her ear, she turns around and sees Morgan holding a platter
with multiple plates of food on it. She walks toward the bed and sets it onto the desk beside it. “I
made lunch.”

“Where- wait lunch?”

“Yeah, it’s already past noon.” Morgan chuckles and points outside and she was correct. “The guards
let you sleep in. Saying you needed it.”

“Oh… well I’m glad…” Artoria turns around a bit of red covering her face.

“What? Were you worried I would leave?” Morgan teases as she pokes her sisters cheek a few times.

“...I mean given your history…” Her remark gets a chuckle out of her sister.

“Fair enough. But this time…” She leans in and kisses her on the cheek. “You’ve captured this witch’s
heart Great King of Britain.” Artoria chuckles in return and returns the kiss on the cheek.

“I love you Morgan.”

“I know dummy. I love you too.” Artoria gets out of bed and stretches a bit.
“Well, I suppose I can’t keep my subjects waiting. I must tell them about the new queen of Camelot.”
A jolt of surprise runs through Morgan as she hears the news, a smile forming on her face as she turns
to look at her sister.

“Not like that you aren’t.”

“What do you mean-” Morgan pointed at Artorias body and she realized she was still naked from last
night. “Oh…” A red tinge covers her face as Morgan chuckles, she snaps her fingers and the clothes
reappear on her sisters body instantaneously. “You just like seeing me struggle don’t you?” Morgan
shrugged.

“Yeah, I do.” Morgan pulled a plate from the platter and handed to Artoria. “Why don’t we eat first?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

The two sisters ate together, in their shared room. Just like they used to do so long ago.

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