Britain is a land steeped in the remnants of divine power. While the Eastern lands also have their share of such legends, nothing compares to the mystical significance found here. As we approach the Arthurian era, the final vestiges of these gods' influence will create significant disturbances across the island. Dragons are common, and even Alaya might take notice of the turmoil.
For Lott, this means that altering his destiny will be no easy task. The prospect is daunting.
But that's a concern for later. For now, the priority is to welcome his bride. No matter the future, he is determined to make the best of it. And from what he can tell, Morgan is quite impressive. She will be his wife, and he is determined to ensure that neither their destinies nor their future will be marred by tragedy.
Morgan's Arrival
"Your Royal Highness, it seems that King Lott takes you very seriously. Look, he has come from his castle to greet us," Merlin said with a smile as he rode beside Morgan.
Morgan, her face concealed by a veil, glanced at Merlin. "If it weren't for my father's orders, I wouldn't be here."
Morgan's nose crinkled slightly in dissatisfaction. She was not the scheming enchantress of legend yet, just a young girl with her hopes and dreams. Her father, King Uther, had unexpectedly arranged this marriage to King Lott of Camelot's ally, and Morgan knew nothing about her future husband's appearance—whether he was tall, short, handsome, or unattractive. It felt like opening a blind box with no idea of what was inside.
Merlin seemed to sense her apprehension. "Don't worry, Your Highness. King Lott is said to be quite handsome."
Morgan eyed Merlin sceptically. "My father once told me that if a girl hears Merlin's praise, she should be cautious. His words aren't always truthful."
Merlin's face showed a hint of embarrassment. "Your Majesty, sometimes opinions can be a bit one-sided."
Morgan did not reply, instead turning her attention to the approaching knights and waiting silently for Lott's arrival.
What will he be like? Morgan's heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation as she finally glimpsed the handsome young man at the centre of the group.
"Cough, cough," Morgan thought. It seems Merlin was right after all. If this is truly how things are, then it's not surprising that the future would take such a turn. She managed a small smile beneath her veil, reassured by the sight.
The Meeting
When Lott and Morgan finally met, Lott greeted her with a voice full of charisma. "I am honoured to meet Your Royal Highness, Morgan."
"Okay..." Morgan replied, her response somewhat subdued.
As she was about to respond, she suddenly heard a strange voice.
[Is this Morgan? I finally see her in person.]
[It's unfortunate that if it weren't for her sister, she would have become the ruler of Camelot. Perhaps the future might have been different!]
Morgan was taken aback. What was that sound? Who was speaking to her, and what were they saying? Her sister? When did she have a sister, and why would her presence affect her future claim to the throne?
Confused, Morgan subtly began a magical incantation. As a skilled magician, her strength was not to be underestimated, even though she was young.
"Your Highness, is something wrong?" Merlin asked, noticing her unusual behaviour.
He seemed puzzled. "Even if you're dissatisfied with your future husband, there's no need to use magic. After all, King Lott is quite handsome—better than me, even."
Morgan's sudden use of magic made the atmosphere awkward.
"Merlin, did you hear anyone talking?" Morgan asked, trying to clarify the situation.
Merlin looked around, his expression growing more concerned. "Your Highness, no one else spoke except King Lott just now."
"Yes, I didn't hear anyone else either," Lott confirmed.
Morgan continued to ponder the situation. Merlin suggested, "Perhaps you're a bit tired. Let's head to the camp."
Lott, appearing slightly embarrassed, said, "I apologize for any misunderstanding."
[What's happening? Is Morgan unhappy with me? I'm so handsome; how could she be dissatisfied?]
Morgan heard this inner monologue from Lott. It seemed to come directly from him.
Confused, Morgan tried to make sense of it. Lott hadn't spoken aloud, and there was no visible use of magic.
Her thoughts raced. Could it be that Lott was somehow communicating with her through magic? However, her investigation had shown that Lott was skilled but not magical. So what was the explanation?
Morgan watched Lott intently, her gaze piercing through the veil.
[Hmm, it looks like she's interested in me. My looks are universally appealing! Not just my subordinates and the common folk, but even princesses from Camelot!]
Morgan couldn't help but smile at Lott's narcissism. It was amusing to see such vanity beneath his serious demeanour. Despite his undeniable handsomeness, his self-adoration was striking.
Morgan realized that Lott's thoughts were being transmitted to her, but he had not spoken aloud. It seemed that her unique ability allowed her to hear his inner voice, an ability she had never encountered before.
This discovery intrigued her. Could this connection be exclusive to her and Lott? She would need to explore this further as their relationship developed.