Prison Tent, 1509
Arthur stared in disbelief, his eyes wide as he processed the words. "Wait, did you just call me Dad?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and surprise.
Rhaenys nodded, her expression serious yet hopeful. "Yes, I did. I'm your daughter. My name is Rhaenys." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, shifting the atmosphere around them. Arthur's heart raced as he struggled to comprehend the implications of her words.
Memories he thought long forgotten began to surface, each one more vivid than the last. Could it really be true? As he searched her face for answers, a mix of joy and fear coursed through him, igniting a flicker of hope he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.
Arthur then says, "You look so much like your mother." The words lingered between them, a bridge to a past he had almost lost.
Rhaenys then says, "I get that a lot, but I definitely have your eyes." The connection felt undeniable, and in that moment, the past and present intertwined.
As they locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passed between them, binding their shared history and future. Arthur smiled, realizing that this revelation was not just about resemblance but also about the possibility of rebuilding what had been lost all of these years.
Arthur looked at Rhaenys, curiosity shining in his eyes. "How did you find us?" he asked gently, eager for the answer.
Rhaenys informed her father, "One of Queen Serephina's soldiers witnessed your capture and arrived at the palace." "An informed us about what happened."
Arthur's heart raced at the thought of how close he had come to losing everything. "It seems fate has dealt us a better hand than we expected," he replied, a mix of hope and determination filling his voice.
Rhaenys nodded in agreement with her father's words.
"Why did you come? It's too dangerous, especially with Morgan wanting your magic from you," Arthur said, concern etched on his face. Arthur gently asked Rhaenys for the answer, eager to understand his reasoning.
Rhaenys took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a fierce resolve. "I came because family matters more than fear, and I won't let Morgan hurt my family," she declared, her voice steady despite the looming threat.
Arthur nodded, feeling a mix of admiration and worry for her bravery. "Then we need a plan," he replied, determination replacing the concern in his eyes, as they both realized that facing Morgan would require every ounce of their strength and unity.
Rhaenys says, "Agree. Luckily we have Queen Serephina's men, the dwarves, and your knights. Together we can escape and stop Morgan. Together."
With newfound resolve, Arthur began to outline their strategy. "We'll split into two groups; one to create a diversion while the other sneaks past Morgan's defenses," he suggested, his mind racing with possibilities.
Rhaenys nodded, her determination matching his. "I'll lead the diversion team; my magic can draw her attention while you and the others make your way out of here," she proposed, her voice steady despite the looming threat. A sense of hope swelled within them as they finalized their plan, igniting a fire that was difficult to extinguish.
Arthur turned to his daughter, his expression resolute. "I'm not leaving without you," he declared firmly, his eyes locking onto hers.
Rhaenys felt a twinge of uncertainty as she looked at her father. "Dad, I understand your concern, but I can handle this," she said, her voice wavering slightly.
Arthur took a deep breath, sensing the weight of her words. "I know you can, but you are my daughter, and I am not leaving you to do this alone," he replied, determination etched into his features.
Rhaenys took a moment to absorb his words, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and frustration. "I appreciate that, but this is something I need to face on my own," she insisted, trying to convey the depth of her resolve.
They heard a huge and dangerous noise outside that caught everyone off guard.
"What was that noise?" Sir Tyler asked, his voice filled with concern.
Rhaenys's eyes widened as she exchanged a quick glance with Sir Tyler, the weight of uncertainty settling heavily between them. "I don't know, but it can't be good," she said, her voice steady despite the rising tension, as they both moved towards the door to investigate.
Arthur then says we should get moving before Morgan gets the upper hand.
With a nod of agreement, Rhaenys tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, ready for whatever lay ahead. Same with the knights and Merlin. The group stepped cautiously outside, the eerie silence amplifying the sound of their footsteps as they prepared to confront whatever danger awaited them.
Despite the rising tension, they moved towards the door to investigate. A sudden flash of light enveloped the group, and a wave of magic struck, momentarily disorienting them. The air crackled around them, prompting them to instinctively prepare for the unknown threat.
They looked around, trying to identify the source of the magic that had hit them.
As they steadied themselves, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows—Arthur's half-sister, Morgan. Her piercing gaze held secrets, and the tension in the room escalated as they faced her, uncertain of her intentions.
Then Morgan looked at Rhaenys and realized she was Arthur's daughter, a revelation that shifted the atmosphere entirely.
"You must be Arthur's daughter." Morgan says in an evil tone.
"Yes, I am," Rhaenys replied, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. "What do you want from me, Morgan?" The air crackled with anticipation as Morgan stepped closer, a sly smile playing on her lips, hinting at the dark plans she had in store.