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MORRIGAN: Derived from Irish Mór Ríoghain meaning "great queen".

Morrigan can often come across as cold to people outside of her family. To Thor and Morgana though, she could be no more affectionate, especially to her father. Even as a teenager, she likes to sit in his lap and hear him tell stories. She gets her fashion sense from her mother, to Thor's dismay. He'd like for her to stay his little girl a while longer.

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[dukeofcornwall]

You're lucky my patience these days is worn rather thick. And protecting me? That was the last thing it was, I'm surprised you know what the meaning of the word is, old man.

“M-Morgana? How could you say that?”

[dukeofcornwall]

“I was never really your daughter, huh? How does a man who cares about his child lie to her like that without guilt?”

You were always my daughter, Morgana. I never thought of you as any less. And… I lied to you to protect you. Haven’t we already been over this? I love you, and I’m sorry. I thought I was enough for you.

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[dukeofcornwall]

When he pulled the cloak over her shoulders, she closed her eyes, it may have been wet, but it kept the bitter breeze from catching her bare arms. “I only ever thought of you as my father, Gorlois, no matter how many times Morgause told me otherwise.” Her eyes fglittered once more with the tears behind them as she stepped forward finally to throw her arms around him, “I am sorry," she cried into his shoulder, her words holding truth and sorrow when they were muffled out.

Gorlois looked up when Morgana mentioned Morgause. Unfortunately, he had been informed of his daughter’s passing… It had hurt a lot. Though Morgause was his true daughter, born by blood, he had not raised her. Morgana, who was not his blood daughter, felt more like family than the blonde did. Morgana was his baby, and she always would be. Uther had no claim on her at all.

When she finally threw her arms around him, he wrapped his strong, bear-like arms around her small body. He pulled her into a crushing hug and sobbed against her wet hair. “I forgive you.” He whispered to her, holding her close to him. “I will always forgive you, my girl. I love you so much.”

[dukeofcornwall]

“I wanted a father I could trust, that would tell me the truth, was that too much to ask?” Morgana stepped back from him, her hands picking the odd strands of raven hair that had stuck to her face. “Was I ever really your daughter, Gorlois? Was it all just an act for precious Vivienne?” She looked around before once more looking back to him, “did you really ever love me as your little girl?” Her teeth chattered slightly from the cold, but her emerald eyes kept sharp on his.

Gorlois shook his head, his eyes red and puffy from tears. He took a shaky breath and pulled his cloak further around his body, trying to fend off the chill. “You were always my daughter.” He replied calmly, quietly, his eyes full of pain. “This had nothing to do with Vivienne. If it did, I would have given you away the moment you were born. I wanted what was best for you. I wanted you to be happy… I wanted you to have somebody there that loved you. I loved you. I loved you so much. I have always loved you as my little girl… and I always will.” Slowly, he shrugged off his large cloak and wrapped it around her, trying to give her some warmth. Then, he stepped backwards and turned to leave her in peace.