(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
Lysander was trying to get me to meditate so I could center myself, yeah, that wasn’t working out well for me. My mind kept drifting to the upcoming war, realizing that my sisters are getting married in a matter of weeks. The anxiety from it was making it difficult to concentrate on emptying my mind and relaxing. Uncle Albrun had to grab my hand because my anger and frustration were getting out of control, and they could see it. Lysander FINALLY gave up on the idea of having me meditate, for the time being, thank the Goddess Danu above for that.
“Now I want you to try and control your emotions and create a small ball of fire like I just had,” Lysander instructed, tossing his little fireball from one hand to the other.
He said he had concentrated on his love of Winnie and their passion for one another, I figur
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) After a few more hours of training, I make the decision to talk to my wonderful uncle Leland. Winter made a lot of sense, we really haven’t given him the chance to fully explain the situation and I, honestly, shouldn’t have listened in on his conversation with his wolf. Those conversations are private for a reason, and I know that I would be pissed if someone overheard my conversations with Winter. I thought Leland had left but I found him sitting in the living room after walking in through the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I’m giving you the opportunity to explain EVERYTHING to me,” I state firmly, crossing my arms over my chest as I sit in a chair across from where he is sitting on the couch. Leland sighs, “When Conri and Amelie found out they were pregnant with you, they were overjoyed. Your parents were much older than others when they finally had you—Conri was almost 60 and Amelie had just turned 57. There had been decades of unrest in M
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) 3 weeks later It had been a few weeks since my talk with Uncle Leland and we came to an understanding about our relationship. Rian and I discussed bringing back the monarchy, his response to it was surprising, he was okay with it and understood where Leland had been coming from regarding politics and agendas. My training was difficult at first, particularly harnessing my spell caster magic and controlling my emotions around it but eventually, I got the hang of it. Lysander said that I had an affinity with water, and it seemed that my magic, was elemental magic and according to him, there weren’t many elemental spell casters left in Khisfire. Uncle Albrun and I had an easier time with my elf magic because it was all about intent, I was able to teleport myself as far away as the Oceri, the sea dweller’s and sea shifter’s kingdom where I met Prince William and his mate Princess Charlotte along with their children Lottie and William Jr. I had accidentally
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) I was limping my way down to dinner because Rian angry fucked my booty hole because he was tired of my being a brat to him. The sting reminded me of all of the delicious tortures he inflicted upon me for the last 45 minutes before angry fucking me. He glares down at me, grasping my hand, and stomping down the stairs. So fucking rude. My booty hole hurts, and he won’t even carry me. Fucker. Serves you right for biting him like that. He told you to stop or you were going to get punished, you got punished. And don’t even try and pretend you didn’t like being angry fucked. Yeah, well my butthole hurts so I’m allowed to be salty. Winter barks out a laugh, so fucking rude. Rian and Stark told Winter not to heal me, and like the perfect little wolf she is, she’s not healing me. So, every step burns and I let out a whimper, and that only makes Rian smirk in satisfaction. You’re just butthurt that I’m a good little wolf and a good little Sub for
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) It’s finally the day of the wedding and the servants around the palace are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, with my mother and the soon-to-be mother-in-laws barking out orders. Winnie, Ilayda, Adelina, and I are all getting ready our parents suite because it’s big enough to fit us, our dresses, and our entourage. The bride's to be are all nervous, I can feel it rolling off of them, but then again, we all are. We’ve not heard anything from Calida, Silas, or Beatrix other than the vision I had of them planning their attack for today. “You look beautiful, Morrigan,” Winnie states as Catherine finishes with my hair. I look in the mirror and see the finished product, a beautiful flower crown and my hair in beautiful beachy waves. While Jolene kept it simple with the makeup, a beautiful nude palate with a rose-colored lip. My skin looked sun-kissed and dewy. “Damn, I look hot.” I say. The women in the room giggle
(Rian’s P.O.V) The wedding ceremony was beautiful, the music got chuckles out of the crowd, but they were unsurprising picks from the sisters, to be honest. Now, the fucktards Calida and Silas, have ruined the reception I was hoping to steal Morrigan from for a quickie in the bathroom.Fucking assholes, ruining our fun.Well, let’s finish this and then we can go have our quickie. The sounds of groaning get louder, and the sound of shuffling feet comes from the hallway leading to the entrance of the ballroom.“Everyone! Outside! Those who can fight, prepare for battle, those who can’t make your way to the bunkers!” King Leonard orders, as he begins his duel with Calida and Silas. There is a stampede to the back door of the ballroom of people trying to get out—women, children, and the elderly. They clear out rather quickly and we take this battle outside, meeting the other warriors from Khisfire and Alynthi. King Leonard comes walking out, still fight
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) All hell has broken loose, and I had just killed my father. He died for a second time at the hands of a family member, his own daughter this time. Now, I’m pissed. Fucking ruined the fucking wedding, forced me to kill my own fucking father, and now they ripped my fucking dress. I take my sword to my dress, cutting it off at the knee to give myself some more room to move. Running through the field, I take the lives of as many of these fucking stupid ass zombie things before I make it to my sisters, who took a page out of my book and cut off the skirts of their wedding dresses. “So much for a quiet wedding and reception huh?” I call out, slicing the head off of a zombie who was sneaking up on Winnie. “Yeah, well the family that fights a battle together, stays together!” She responds as she conjures vines to wrap around one of the Dark Fae. “Now, you stay where you are,” Lysander states to the bound Fae, punching him in the face. I was battl
(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Watching my father, the father who raised me as his own, the man who loved me unconditionally, die triggered inside me a rage I wasn’t expecting. I felt the power flowing through me, something primal…something ancient was rising up. We are the Goddess of War incarnate, Morrigan. What? What Goddess of War? The Celtic Goddess of War, whose name is Morrigan. Umm, is that a coincidence? Nope! Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns. Girl stop. I drove the blade of my sword into the ground and the earth split, light shining through the ground. Ice spread through the earth, across the field, and encasing the enemy in a cocoon of ice. Like human/zombie popsicles. Push them over Morrigan. I did what Winter suggested and pushed one of the zombies over and the ice shatter into a million pieces along with the zombie. It was dead, again, and I saw its soul escape from its icy prison. “Everyone! Push over the ice cocoons a
(Rian’s P.O.V) Watching Morrigan’s powers come out full force was the most awe-inspiring thing I have ever seen. She truly was a warrior, making it simple for us to defeat our enemies using her powers like she had. “Man, I was really looking forward to a seriously epic battle and to have some seriously gnarly scars to show off to the ladies. But noooooo, Morrigan had to go all Warrior Goddess on everyone.” Killian says pouting. “Are you serious right now?” I ask, incredulously. “I didn’t even get to save your life or something heroic like that!” He shouts throwing his hands in the air and walking back towards the palace. “I don’t even know what to say to any of that,” Cormac says, looking at me. Morrigan has her three targets frozen in front of her, ready to absolutely demolish them. They are quick battles, but I know that after using so much of her powers she’s going to be exhausted. Her battle with Beatrix lasts the longest but ends in her being eaten b