Queen's Chambers

Abaigael beamed when Morgan spoke, talking about how long it had taken to get the necklace finished and how hard it was to find a suitable craftsman. She would shift forward to wrap the woman in a tight hug, leaning her forehead gently against Morgan's as she looked into her eyes, "Thank you," she murmurs softly. She knew that she was often upset about how much the other woman spoiled her with gifts and whatnot, mostly guilty because she didn't have a coin to her name and couldn't get anything but wildflowers for the Queen, but this one was just too sweet. When she spoke about why she had decided to give it to her today, and about how she was sorry that she couldn't spend every second of every day with her she would press her finger to the other woman's lips, trying to silence her. "I understand that you're busy, and I'm sorry if I make you feel bad when you can't spend time with me," she murmurs, "But I don't feel as if you neglect me, quite the opposite actually," she would say with a grin before moving to gently press a kiss to the other woman's forehead.

When she pulled back she would change the subject, "Years, huh?" she would ask as she brought her attention back to the necklace, "I can't believe it," she would say honestly, picking up the necklace and handing it to the woman before turning and lifting her hair from her neck, expecting Morgan to fasten it around her neck. "What would you have done if I never gave into you?" she would ask. She found it hard to believe that such an intelligent woman would purchase something so costly without even knowing if the person she bought it for would ever obtain it.

She would choose to ignore Morgan’s comment about feeling that she was neglected, knowing that no matter what she said that Morgan would still feel the same way. Their relationship was odd; they could only truly be together when they were alone, and when they were apart, or standing in the same room but unable to acknowledge each other as lovers it felt kind of crappy. So, if you knew Morgan, it would make sense that she would morph those feelings into guilt, and assign them to the fact that she thought that she was neglecting Abi because of it. When the woman fastened the jewelry around her neck she would smile, only to shiver lightly as the woman brushed her lips over her neck, causing her to close her eyes for a brief moment.


She would turn around just as Morgan asked why she thought it had been done in her favorite gem, “Uh, because it’s my favorite color?” she would ask with a laugh, shaking her head slightly. When a knock sounded at the door she would glance quickly towards Morgan, only to blink as she granted whoever it entrance. “Uhm…” she would start, but before she could finish the door was opening and servants piled it with trays covered in food. She was a little shocked that Morgan hadn’t allowed her to as least get out of the bed, though she wouldn’t question it for now, merely watching silently as the servants became flabbergasted after hearing Morgan laugh. She had to resist the urge to laugh herself, instead smiling kindly, “Thank you very much,” she would murmur, “You’re free to leave,” she would say with a nod, trying to get them to leave as quickly as possible.

Abi frowned when she heard Morgan growl at the servants, watching quietly as she moved from the bed and went to move the food to the table before slumping into one of the seats. A low sigh would fall from her lips as she quietly climbs from the bed, moving quietly over towards the woman. Upon hearing her apology she would shake her head, “It’s okay,” she murmurs, moving to stand behind the queen and drape her arms over the woman’s shoulders, resting her chin beside one of her arms. She would remain there as Morgan spoke again, voicing her frustrations and vowing that she would fight anybody who would try to take her away, “You won’t have to, love,” she murmurs softly into her ear, trying to soothe her, “Nobody would try such a thing,” she whispers, trying to assure her that her fears wouldn’t come to play. “You’re the Queen, why would they want to mess with you?” she would ask rhetorically, just trying to reassure her that everything would be okay. “Nothing is ever going to come between us, I promise,” she murmurs, turning her head to gently kiss the woman’s cheek. She felt bad that Morgan was so upset about it, feeling almost like she should have done something to stop the emotions from coming forth in the first place; she should have gotten out of bed as soon as she had spoken to the servant to bring food instead of lingering.

She was shocked, to say the least. She wasn't quite sure how to respond; part of her sang with joy upon hearing that the Queen didn't want to hide their relationship, while the other placed a heavy portion of dread in her chest. Every time that her relationship with a woman had been exposed she’d suffered for it, in one way or another. She would remain quiet for a few moments, trying to think through any answer she might give before speaking, “You couldn't possibly think that I actually want our relationship to be kept a secret,” she would murmur softly, closing her eyes for a moment, “But, I always saw it as a necessity. What if my father were to reject the idea? What if he tried to marry me off, or something?” she would ask, suddenly fearful. She was surprised that no rumors had gotten to him about her relationship with Morgan, though she was positive that now, after the servants actually saw her in the woman’s bed, that they would. She was sure that by now Morgan would be able to feel her heart thundering against her back, though she wouldn't move, “How could we be sure that it wouldn't cause havoc?” she would ask, though she tried to calm down and lighten the mood slightly by stealing the grape out of Morgan’s fingers. She couldn't bring herself to eat it, though, and would instead feed it to the Queen herself.

Abaigael would sigh and drop the grape onto the tray when Morgan refused to eat it, biting at her lip as she tries to figure out how to do damage control with her lover. When she said that she knew and that it hurt Abaigael couldn't help but frown, her heart aching at the woman’s words. When she pulled away from her and stood she would merely stare at the woman, feeling absolutely helpless. When she said that she didn't blame her she would shake her head, trying to think of something to say only to come up empty. Tears would rise unbidden to her eyes when Morgan paced across the room, her shoulders slouched before she announced that she would go make a decree as to why she was in the woman’s bed. She felt her heart seize in her chest, and would move to grab the woman’s arm before she could make it to the door, “You think they would believe that? When the servants tell everybody that we were in our bedclothes?” she would ask, biting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, “No, if you’re going to tell anybody that I was in your bed, let the reason be that I'm your lover,” she would say, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders; giving the woman a posture she had never shown before. She was truly trying to be brave, and she knew that this would be complicated, but she couldn't live with herself if she knew that she was the reason for Morgan’s unhappiness.

Abaigael was not about to take that. Morgan could not just decide for herself how to handle their relationship, and she wasn’t about to let her. She knew that she was acting rather selfishly, and to be honesty quite insane, but she’d had enough of the woman acting as if she didn’t know what was best for herself. She was exiting the room only moments after Morgan had shut it, slamming the door behind her and racing after the Queen. Okay, so she was definitely out of her mind. No news there. Thankfully she was rather quick, and before the woman could get too far Abi had caught up to her, successfully grabbing her arm and jerking her around, her grip a tad more forceful this time, “Morgan, you need to stop it,” she would practically growl. She’d never called the woman by her name before, having always chosen to call her some sort of pet name or your majesty, and she even shocked herself a little bit by doing it, though she wouldn’t let it hinder what she was about to say, “I swear to all that is holy if you do not stop right NOW, I will…I…I’ll kiss you the next time you’re in audience and proclaim to every soul there that you’re my lover, and then you’ll have to try to figure out an excuse for THAT.” She wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to tell her to stop either, but she said it anyways, figuring it would work so that she might be able to talk to the woman about it.

She was absolutely stunned when the Queen snapped at her, her anger entirely unexpected. She would listen silently as Morgan raged on about how Abi didn’t want the relationship to go public and about how she would just clean it up like she had ever other situation like this one. When she finished by saying that she was going to her counselor Abaigael would finally snap out of whatever was holding her silent, “Damn it, Morgan!” she would yell, “I never, not even once said that! I JUST told you that I didn’t want for us to be kept a secret, were you not listening to me?!” she would ask, her voice still raised. She was rather upset now, though she couldn’t quite call what she was feeling anger. Perhaps frustration, but she wasn’t mad at the woman. “I’ve told you time and time again that I love you, what makes you think that I wouldn’t want to tell everybody else?” she would ask, pressing on. “Just because I’m scared about what might happen? SO WHAT? You should be too!” she would say, feeling her face flush with emotion. “You’re not allowed to do this!” she would yell again, tempted to stomp her foot or hit the wall or something, though she didn’t do either.