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Screams of pain could be heard. Young Morgause was holding her brother's hand tight.
"You have to push." said the midwife, harshly. Morgause hated her tone, if this women knew who she was, she would be respectful.
"I am going to die!" yelled the young women, squizing her brother's hand.
"I see the head. Keep on going, girl."
"Get it out of me faster!" cried Morgause. She could feel her body breaking, sweat dripping off her forehead.
"It will over soon, sister." she kept screaming, praying to every God she knew to keep her alive.
"It's a girl. I'll have a closer look at her, she doesn't look too well." lied the midwife. The baby was beautiful and healthy, but she had to finish her job. She also knew who Morgause and her brother actually were, it was all pretending.
"Let me see her!" said Morgause. She didn't suffer all this for nothing, she wanted to see her daughter.
"Patience, sister. The midwife has to check her first." said the man, he felt bad for doing this to his sister, but this was for her own good, or at least that's what he was told. "Rest."
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Back at the fey camp, Nimue was declaring herself the fey queen. Guinevere wasn't there to hear her speach, she was sitting by Tristan's side, while a healer was taking care of him.
