"…You are under my protection now."
"…?!" Morgana's eyes flung open with a violent snap, so forceful it seemed she intended to tear her very eyelids apart in the process. The sudden rush of light seared into her vision, and for a moment she felt as if the entire world had shifted beneath her.
And then she saw him.
A young man, handsome in a royal way, stood before her. A faint golden beard traced the edge of his jaw, catching the dim light like threads of sunlight woven into his skin. His golden eyes were calm, his lips curved into a reassuring smile that seemed to cut through the despair weighing on her chest. "Everything is fine now…" he said, his tone steady, absolute, as though the heavens themselves would obey the decree.
POOF
