The darkness that she has allowed to take hold within her—the darkness that she has embraced with open arms—does not stop her from seeking comfort from the only other person in this world who understands what it is like to bear the burden of being a creature of magic—you.

You had thought yourself to be alone—an abomination, a creature not meant to walk the earth—and the one thing stopping the evil that is your power from infecting the world. You had not expected Morgana to seek you out—had not expected her to understand. Yet she does, and her understanding brings the realization that you are not alone.

Her hand is warm on yours as she promises to always be there for you. The look in her eyes is fierce—determined—and you believe her. She will never let you face the pain of the world alone again. She will never let anyone take you from her—not the people who would see you dead—and not the king who would seek to separate you.

"You're not alone anymore—neither of us are." It was a promise—one she would take to the grave.

The words she speaks are a warning—her expression contorted with the anger and pain she feels towards the world.

Her fingers are cold against your skin as she trails her thumb across the curve of your cheek—her palm settling against your jaw.

The look in her eyes is dangerous—determined—and it steals the air from your lungs.