Mistaken Identity
Fluffy dabble
Morgott/female tarnished
Summary: While trying to celebrate their anniversary, the royal couple get a surprise
Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, mild violence, slight child distress, mentions of nightmares
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“My Lady, the King has sent for you,” A handmaiden informed politely.
“He has?” The Tarnished asked, almost surprised, thinking her husband had forgotten what day it was in the rush of things.
“Asked for you to meet his Lordship in the Hall of Lords.” She went on, adding with a bit of a smile, “After the children are put to bed.”
“Oh!” The Lady brightened, “Let him know I will be there.”
“At once.” The handmaiden bowed before leaving her office.
~
The Lady made her way to the Hall, dressing in a conformable pale dress beforehand; the garment clung and extenuated her every curve.
Opening up the doors she gasped, the hall had been transformed: all the furniture was moved along the walls, making a large open area; the candles were extinguished instead the hall was decorated with twinkling golden crystals, giving the space an ethereal glow. Baskets of Erdleaf flowers sat upon every table, filling the room with a subtle sweet fragrance. And there in the middle of it all was a man, a man the Lady Tarnished hadn’t seen in a long while…
Morgott smiled from beneath the veil, offering out a hand to her. She happily took it, being pulled into his arms. He always looked bashful in his form, almost unaware how to properly hold himself.
“Here I’d thought you’d forgotten.” The Lady blushed, looking down.
Morgott took her waist, leading in a dance, “Nay.” His lips curled a bit, “A ruse to fool thee to such thoughts.”
She laughed as he twirled her around.
“Thou hast also been quite silent on the matter.” He pointed out.
“Well, I was planning on surprising his Lordship with berries and an outfit I had made special,” she dipped in to whisper into his ears, “Accost him in his bed.”
He chuckled, “A most wicked plot indeed.”
~
Elsewhere in the castle a small shape tossed and turned in his bed. Magnus clutched the blankets, suddenly sitting bolt upright. His heart pounded in his chest, the nightmare still chewing at his mind.
The young boy carefully got out of bed, scampering out of the nursery. He instinctively started to run towards his parent’s bedchamber once in the hall but a sound caught his sensitive ears: music softly playing from deeper in the castle, the boy moving towards it curiously.
Their dance slowed, bodies moving in a soft sway to the lull of the music. Morgott tilted forward just enough to place his cheek against the Tarnished’s, inwardly marveling at how easily that simple gesture was to accomplish when in this form. She sighed into the contact, closing her eyes as they danced closer.
“Mine dear Queen...” He whispered into her ear, “Mine wife, mother of mine children…mine only love.” His voice was a husky hum, thrumming her very heartstrings.
“I love you too.” She cooed back, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “The most in all the Lands Between.”
Magnus pushed open the door; rubbing his eye tiredly with one hand, his plush dragon clutched in the other. He blinked up into the twinkling lights, gaze drifting around the room, falling onto the two dancing figures at the center. His little form stiffened, seeing his mother plainly. But the male dancing with her he couldn’t recognize, clearly human by the look of him.
This stranger had the gall to touch his mother.
His orange eyes widened as the man moved ever so slightly to kiss the GodLord.
Magnus dropped his plush, tail fluffing up like a bottle brush.
A screech echoed around the room, followed by the sound of claws against the polished stone. Morgott broke the kiss, brow knotted as he tilted his head, just catching a blur of black shoot straight for him.
Seconds later he hollered out, jolting as the little one attempted to gore him in the side.
The Lady made a sound, shock slowing her movements.
“Stay away from my Mama!” Magnus yowled as he jerked his head back, reading for another attack.
This form was much weaker, the initial blow knocking the wind from Morgott’s lungs. He struggled to stand straight, coughing out with a raised hand, “M-Magnus, Magnus!”
The boy froze, little claws still embedded in the meat of Morgott’s thigh.
“Magnus!” The tarnished chimed in, moving to pull him back.
This man looked human, but that voice. The smaller omen blinked wet eyes up at him bewildered.
“It tis me.” Morgott tried to sooth, showing his palms in a silent beg for mercy.
Magnus allowed himself to be pried off, never breaking his gaze away. “Are you alright?” The Lady asked, looking up to the other.
“I’m fine.” Morgott sighed tiredly.
“Papa?” Magnus furrowed his brow, seeing the familiarity to the man’s features.
“Aye.”
“What happened to you?!” Magnus suddenly exclaimed, eyes rewetting as he tried to pull free of his mother’s hold.
“It’s alright.” She tried to soothe, but he was having none of it.
“Simply an illusion.” Morgott knelt down slowly.
Tears wet his fur, the small omen looking over his father worriedly. He looked so small, so frail and strange to him. Hearing his voice flow so naturally from this alien form shook Magnus’s core.
Morgott shot a glance up to the Lady Tarnished, her nodding back in silent agreement. With the mood thoroughly ruined, he reached for the veil.
The air around him shimmered, the visage becoming warped for a brief moment before it was gone entirely. Morgott still knelt on the floor, every inch once again an omen.
The Lady released Magnus, the boy rushing into his father’s chest. Morgott made a sound from the impact, careful to set the veil off to the side.
He held his small son, patting his back softly in an attempt to sooth.
Magnus nuzzled into his father’s neck, wetting his robes with tears and snot. “You looked so scary.” He whimpered, clinging to the much larger omen.
The words struck Morgott.
To any other, the veil would render him more palatable, more normal. Hearing the opposite threw the King for a loop.
“All is well, wee Magnus.” Morgott hummed, holding him closer.
“What are you doing up so late?” The Lady asked, reaching out to brush shaggy onyx curls behind a fuzzy ear.
“Had a nightmare.” The boy hiccuped.
“Well…” Morgott straightened to standing, “Let us deliver thee back to bed, hm?”
As they started to head towards the doors the Tarnished halted them, padding over to pick up the discarded plush from the floor. “You mustn’t forget this!”
“Ah.” Morgott took the plush dragon, offering it to Magnus, who gladly hugged it close, “Mustn’t forget dear Greyoll.”
Magnus gave a little nod, saying his good nights to his mother before Morgott started the walk back to the nursery.
“Doth thee knoweth what this day is?” Morgott asked as he slowly made his way.
Magnus shook his head, face still pressed firmly into the crook of his Father’s neck.
“Tis the day thy Mother and I were wed.” His voice was gentle, titling his head a bit to look at his son. Magnus shifted so he could meet his gaze, eyes still glassy and heavy with tiredness.
“Nine years we’ve been wed.” He went on. He carefully opened the door to Magnus’s part of the nursery, “Seems only a heartbeat in time…”
As he tucked the small omen in, the child spoke, “Did you kiss?” Magnus asked, making a face.
“Enthusiastically.” Morgott answered.
“Ew!” Magnus exclaimed, wrinkling his nose up and sticking his little tongue out.
“‘Ew’?” Morgott scoffed, mimicking the boy’s tone, “‘Ew’ thee says??”
He began to tickle him, bending forward with a wicked smile as the boy squealed out.
“Shhhh, shhhh.” Morgott muffled a chuckle, ceasing his tickle attack, “Thy will wake wee Matilda.”
Magnus nodded, wiggling deeper into the covers. Morgott placed the plush dragon beside him, patting the boy on the head.
“Goodnight Papa.”
“Goodnight.”
“I love you.”
Morgott paused at the door, glancing back. His heart swelled with warmth.