Olivia's pov
He stood there, dressed in his shining armour, staring right into my eyes.
"You took your time", I managed to get out through my tears of happiness. Father looked at me questionably as he walked closer to the shore where I was standing. We stood intimidetley close to one another. He was taking in my every feature.
"Olivia... my daughter", I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his chest. I felt him endgulfe me in his strong arms.
"How are you so grown? What happend?", I let go of my father and looked into his eyes.
"You do not remember...", he looked oblivious. I took a grip of his hand and caressed it carefully.
"You died, father. Mordred murderd you", silence fell between us as his brows furrowed.
"I brought you back. I finally understood my purpouse, you see. My purpouse was and has always been to save you", he looked concerningly at me. His hand travelled up to my cheak as he caressed it. Then he took in my entire appearence. His eyes filled with shock.
"You are with child...", I smiled towards him.
"As I said, father, you were gone for a long while. It is time for you to return home".
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Queen Of The Free (BBC Merlin)
FantasyQueen Olivia Pendragon has faced many difficulties in her life. It has now been a year since her royal crowning and the pile of difficulties only seem to grow. Being a queen was nothing like her expectations. The people crave freedom, a craving that...
