Queen Guinevere Alternate Ending

"Lord Guardian O'Dell of the Mystic Realms." Dracora spoke, and O'Dell finally looked up at her. "What do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

Sammy looked around for his girls once again and as he was thinking where they were and what they were doing a loud car horn interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and couldn’t believe what he saw. It was Queenie. She was smiling at looking directly at Sammy. He wasn’t sure whether it was a dream or not but he wanted this moment to last forever. Sammy decided to approach Queenie even though he didn’t know what to say and how to act. The closer he was, the more scenarios of what would happen next, were crossing his mind. Then all of the sudden, the pleasingly sweet voice said:

"Thank you Dondorian, for everything. Speak a blessing into the wind for me and Kestrel each sunrise and a prayer for us each eve. As I will for you and Mahma and the boys."

Guinevere sat on the birthing bed with her legs bent, leaning forward, gripping her knees as another contraction took hold. She reddened and piercing shriek tore from her throat while King Arthur paled. Watching his wife suffer like this was torture.

“Now my mother can rest in the sea and her soul will join my father's in the sky. As we rise I ask you all to join me in song and later come and eat with us in celebration of Alayna Karola Voss.”As the people rose from their chairs they broke out in song, the voices carried out across the water. The crowed of black filed out to the tables to eat and the sound of voices floated up to the

The Goddess nodded slightly and asked, “Do you know what I say to innocent bystanders?”

“Don’t harass me, Merlin!” barked Arthur, pacing the floor from bed to window. “I need some honest advice and help. You’re the only one who can give it to me. See me later for supper, here in my quarters. All right?”

"All Rise," Mistress Meryl announced after the Royals had been seated and ready to proceed. She then continued to welcome everyone, "My Lords and Ladies, Knights, and Courtiers, and honored visitors from the Outer Bailey this aft, welcome to this session of Royal Court. It has been some eight moons since our last Royal Court was held and I know you are all eager to see the results of this Court's petitions. These will be pending shortly, of course, but first I would cede the floor to Her most benevolent Royal Majesty, and Her Royal

Merlin took a break from moving about Arthur's chambers, tidying up, to stare absently out the window. The sun had risen warm and bright over Camelot today. And down below, the courtyard was bustling with servants and guards and knights, all hurrying about to do their various separate tasks and duties. It was just a normal morning for all of them. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as he stared down at the scene before him, Merlin couldn't help but shudder to think how close they had all been to not waking up to another normal day.

"At this time I would ask that everyone would bow their heads and join me as I pray for not only comfort for the family, but also peace for dear Katherine." The preacher said.

Geoffrey began to read off lineage that most nobles in Camelot knew by heart, until he came to the one that Merlin both anticipated and feared. The warlock was trembling, as he awaited the signal from the dais. His hand gripped the dragon bone hilt of Carnwenhau, drawing deep on the strength within himself. He silently asked that his grandfather, who once wore the dagger, to be with him.

“You’ve been unfair. Deceitful, even.” Mithian’s voice grew loud and she gave the king a look of extreme disapproval, brows drawn together and her eyes narrowed. “How would you like it if I’d done the same to you? The least you could have done was tell me the truth and allow me to decide how or if I wanted to proceed. This nonsense about how you ‘thought’ you’d be able to get over this other woman is preposterous. When you came to my chamber last night, you were still in love with her and you knew it. You should be ashamed of yourself, Arthur.” Tears ran down her face.

"I put too much trust in him," Gwen cried. "Merlin was the only one that saw me off when you—banished me." That stabbed at both their hearts, but she could not stop the flow of words so long not uttered by her. "I will never forgive Morgana for this. Never! But that doesn't change the actions of my friends; those I thought had cared for me. Not even my brother had shown any faith. Everyone had abandoned me. I was alone."

The solemn nod was enough to tell Gaius that Merlin understood the seriousness of the situation that the King of Nemeth faced. Merlin had come in while Gaius was with the king, explaining a bit more about the disease he suspected was the cause of the king's failing health. The young man seemed like he needed to get something off his chest, so Gaius beckoned him to follow as he left the King's

He headed down the long hallway and back into the throne room. He came up to his fathers throne and bowed before him. "Father," Voronborn started, "I have something to say. I think you might want to hear it."