[She gasps and opens her eyes wide in wonder when Mordred tackles her and embraces her. Nothing can stop her here, not the duty of the king, or the sword that she wielded until the tragic outcome of their combat. It dawns her how easy is to shake off her vacillation as her arms react and pulls Mordred closer.
Tears well up her eyes, but they are not shed. Of happiness for having this chance and of regret she had never done this before. A sense of peace she hasn't experienced in years invade her.
I failed you... I failed you. I'm sorry, her mind chants, guilty of her happiness. I can't even ask forgiveness.
She doesn't want to to ruin this moment as she holds her daughter and she smilesfrom the bottom of her heart. What is precious? What should be protected?]
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Tears well up her eyes, but they are not shed. Of happiness for having this chance and of regret she had never done this before. A sense of peace she hasn't experienced in years invade her.
I failed you... I failed you. I'm sorry, her mind chants, guilty of her happiness. I can't even ask forgiveness.
She doesn't want to to ruin this moment as she holds her daughter and she smilesfrom the bottom of her heart. What is precious? What should be protected?]