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Guinevere's dream/vision:

I stood inside of an unfamiliar library with a copy of Grimm's Fairytales open in my hands as I read aloud.

I was dressed in an elegant silver gown that hugged my curves. One of these curves came as quite a shock to me. I was apparently pregnant.

I suppose that explains the reading aloud to myself.

"Do you really think you should be standing so much, Love?"

I turned around to find Arthur standing in the doorway with a warm smile on his face. What truly surprises me is the crown on top of his head.

"Well, if I don't do something to pass the time, Arthur, then I'll probably end up killing someone." I hear myself saying with a chuckle.

"Well, we don't want that, do we?" He laughed, his blue eyes shining with joy as he approached me.

"No, we do not." I stated with a smile, before joking. "Not yet anyway."

Arthur rolled his eyes, before placing one hand on the side of my swollen stomach and the other on my cheek. "How's our little one coming along?"

"As far as I can tell, our little prince or princess is doing very well." I informed the blonde, placing a gentle hand on my stomach and smiling happily.

"Are you sure that you feel well enough to attend this meeting of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"I feel fine, my love. Besides, if I do happen to feel ill during the meeting, then Grey Wind will escort me back to our quarters." I assured the concerned man, placing my hands on the sides of his face. I placed a loving kiss to Arthur's forehead, as my thumbs brushed across his sharp cheekbones.

"Promise me that you will do so, if you do begin to feel ill at all?" Arthur asked of me in concern, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I promise." I told him with a loving smile, tilting my head slightly to place a kiss on his lips. "We need to go, my king, or we'll be late to meet the knights."

"That we do, my queen."

•~*~• Vision Scene Change •~*~•

"Morgana, please! You don't have to do this!"

The scene changes to a throne room that is covered in rubble and unconscious knights litter the area. I am once again pregnant (just a few months less then the previous vision pregnancy) as I stand beside Arthur, our hands gripped tightly together as I plead to the woman that holds a knife to the throat of a eight year old boy.

The little boy has my looks, but Arthur's bright blue eyes. He has my dark hair and my soft facial features.

On the opposite side of me from where Arthur is, stands a boy who looks to be about fourteen or fifteen years of age. He is the spitting image of Arthur, same blue eyes and everything.

A twelve year old girl clutches to my waist, my free arm wrapped around her small shaking frame as we both glare at the woman.

This girl has the same dark tresses of curls as I do and the same bright blue eyes as Arthur. Her defined jawline clenches angrily and hot tears fall down her sharp cheekbones.

These are mine and Arthur's children.

"Peter, don't!" I tell the eldest boy as I grab onto his arm and stop him from charging at the woman.

"But she has Edmund!" Peter argues, his eyes widened at me.

"Your mother is right, Peter! One wrong move and Morgana will kill your brother!" Arthur told the teenager, a look of warning in his eyes.

"You see, Arthur Pendragon, that's where you're wrong." Morgana chuckled evilly. "I'm going to kill each and every one of you anyway. Starting with the little one, then the princess, then the hothead, and then mummy dearest. I'm going to make you watch, Arthur! I'm going to make you watch as I kill them all! Just like you did to me and my sister!"

"Morgana, we had nothing to do with Morgause' death! It was an accident, you know this!" I cried, the fear for my children's lives welling up inside of me.

"Is that what your husband told you? Is that the lie that Arthur's been feeding you? That my sister's death was an accident?" She shrieked in rage.

"Morgause stabbed herself in the heart to fulfill a psychotic ritual that she believed would make her immortal!" Arthur argued, his blue eyes focused on the blade in Morgana's hand. "I did everything that I could to stop her, but it was already too late!"

"Liar! You killed my sister! You stabbed her in the heart with a dagger and left her there to die alone!"

"Geralt, where the hell are you?" I quietly pleaded in a whisper. "Come on, Grey Wind."

Suddenly, the sound of three dozen paws charging into the throne room filled the air. Arthur, the kids and I shared a smirk as a very large Grey Wind entered with my brother on his back and an army of wolves.

My familiar and I shared a grateful nod as a greeting, before turning our attention back to Morgana. The revenge driven woman was taken aback by the new arrivals, but refused to let Edmund go.

"Stay back! All or you stay back or I will slit his throat!"

Before she could shriek out any more threats, a familiar owl swooped in and tore up Morgana's knife wielding arm with her talons.

The psychotic woman released Edmund and gripped her bloody arm in pain. Once her grip on our youngest son faltered, the boy immediately ran to Arthur's side. I stepped towards her and the children stood by their father.

Morgana's confident demeanor faltered, when she realized that she no longer had the upper hand. She cowered away when I unsheathed my sword and pointed it at her neck.

"B–But you're pregnant and pregnant woman don't take lives! They're supposed to be merciful and kind!"

"Who the fuck told you that load of crap?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Besides, you'll receive no mercy from me after you threatened the life of my eight year old son."

"What do you lot suggest we do with her?" Geralt asked as he hopped off of Grey Wind's back.

"Oh, so now the Mage decides to lend a hand! And after the fighting ends too!" Arthur joked, shaking his head at my brother.

"Better late, than never, mate." My twin chuckled with a shrug.

•~*~•Vision Scene Change •~*~•

"I cannot believe you right now!"

I stood in what I assumed was mine and Arthur's quarters. My arms were crossed as I stood stiffly in place, while I watched Arthur angrily pace.

"Me? I'm not the one that trusts the word of a complete stranger over their own wife!" I snapped throwing my hands up in frustration.

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to think when someone tells me that they saw my wife with another man?!" He shouted, his icy blue eyes burning into my fiery brown.

"I don't know maybe something along the lines of 'I should talk this over with my wife to make sure that it's not a load of complete bullshit, before making a scene in front of the entirety of Camelot'!" I scoffed bitterly. "And that supposed Mystery Man that I was talking to was my fucking son!"

"I don't know if you've noticed lately, Arthur, but our son Peter is home for a few weeks to visit!" I snapped, before slamming the gift, which our son had gotten for his father in Spain, onto the writing desk.

I sat down on the couch on the other side of the room, before burying my head in my hands and finally letting the tears fall.

I felt the weight on the couch shift, letting me know that someone had sat down next to me. I didn't bother to look up or even acknowledge my husband's presence next to me.

"What the fuck happened to us?" He asked in an exhausted voice.

"The stresses and responsibilities of running a country." I replied with a dry chuckle and
Arthur gave one of his own, before taking my hand into his.

"I'm so, so sorry for everything and all of the shit that I've put you through. I'm so sorry, Love."

"We're married, Arthur, your shit is my shit. Besides, I wouldn't trade what we have for anything." I told my husband with a soft smile, raising our interlocking hands and placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

"I love you so much."
"I love you too."

End of dream/vision