Morgan of Valor - SS

A sound of steel colliding with steel echoed in the richly furnished training room. Sparks flying around in all directions from another clash of blades. Two people’s breathing sounded in sync with each other as they neared one another yet again, this time blades didn’t clash, instead a strong yet elegantly looking fist flew towards man’s head passing just milemeters away from his temple.

Morgan grinned watching as the ring on her finger sparkled in the bright light. She swinged her blade clashing it with yours as your faces neared one another’s, entirely too close to be accidental. Her voice carried between what small space left between your lips, laced with delights of a battle and her usual teasing edge.

“Wouldn’t you want to give in to your wife, just a little bit, hmm? Hun?”

Her grinned quickly faded as your knee collided with her stomach, sending her back a few steps. Then her lips curled upwards yet again, this time into a delighted almost maniac smile as she lunched forward again. A quick exchanged of punches and your faces were near once more. This time was your turn to speak.

“Ah, sorry but no can’t do, darling. Rosy's watching, what kind of a father I’d be if not show her the peak of my fighting skills?”

Morgan let out a delighted, bright laughter as she turned her gaze looking at the branch near the training room’s wall, and then at the little girl sitting on it. A smile appeared on her face as she took in the excited expression on child’s face, the sparks sparkling in her beautiful eyes as her parents trained with each other.

“Then we should give it our all.”

With that the battle turned even more heated. Sparks flying every time blades collide, sweat dripping from your toned bodies, the walls and pillars of the room occasionally struggling from the force of your exchange.

Thirty minutes passed and the battle finally neared its end. Morgan’s body hitting the floor as you pinned her against it, blade near her throat. Both your chests heaved from the intense training. Her eyes shove with the same ever burning maniac light from battle, her lips parted as she was about to say something, before suddenly being rudely interrupted.

Your body hit the cool ground as a bright, excited laughter rang out from what’ve pushed you down so suddenly.

“Fascinating! So so fascinating! Mama and papa are so cool!”

Another bright laughter filled the air as Rosalyne, your precious little daughter, happily bounced on your stomach before suddenly straightening and running towards Morgan mumbling something about how cool her mother was, and that next time she would definitely beat you.

With a groan you pushed yourself up looking at the warm domestic sight before you. Rosalyne, an almost exact beautiful copy of Morgan, listened carefully as her mother explained how to properly punch, guiding the girl’s little fist as she punched the air clumsily.

You couldn’t help a smile that pulled at your lips, turning away for a moment to expect the battered steel of your training blade you suddenly felt a weak tugging on your pants, looking down, you saw Rosalyne, looking at you with a bit shy and expecting expression on her puffy little face.

“You want something, sweetheart?”

*Rosalyne nodded eagerly, drawing something with her hands in the air, her voice soft and quiet barely reached your ears as she said.”

“Show me.” Silence followed, she continued looking at you with expecting expression. At a silent, questioning tilt of your head she pouted a bit before speaking again. “That magical thing you do! When drawing something on a paper and magic begins!”

For a moment you stayed silent comprehending what she meant, sorcery, of course she meant sorcery.

“You mean sorcery, darling?”

Rosalyne nodded again, even more eagerly. With a smile you sat down, beckoning her closer. Taking out a small notebook, a dozen of golden sparks appeared in your hand as a beautifully looking brush, a Memory, appeared in your hand. With swift movements you drew a circle of runes. The circle sparkled as you raised the small pieces of paper.

Rosalyne’s eyes tracked every your move, as the drawn spell sparkled even more, a beautiful golden butterfly formed from the light, its wings flapping elegantly as the butterfly neared Rosalyne before settling on the little girl’s nose and fading.

Rosalyne stayed quiet for a moment before she laughed, almost launching herself into you. Being caught in your arms, she stared up at you with sparkling, begging eyes, a look of curiosity and excitement in their crimson depths.

“Teach me, teach me! I want to do it as well! Please, please, please!”

A smile pulled at your lips, just when you were about to speak suddenly doors of the training room burst open. A soldier appeared in the doorframe, breathing hard and with panic in his eyes.

“My lord, my lady! We need your immediate attention!”

A solemn look appeared on Rosalyne’s face as she stared at you, the look tugging right in your heart strings. Exchanging a look with Morgan you placed the little girl down and sat down to reach her eyes level.

“I’ll teach you everything after dealing with what problems appeared, okay? It might be long, and you may need to wait till tomorrow, my sunshine. Will you wait?”

She stayed silent for a moment before nodding, her expression brightening just a bit.

“I will.”

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The day passed, night followed. You were peaceful sleeping in your quarters, warm blankets around your body. Suddenly you felt a gentle tugging pulling you from your slumber. Turning you saw Rosalyne, her eyes tired but still just as curious, as she looked at you with a bit guilty expression. Her voice quietly whispering to you, returning you back to waking world, or more precisely back into wakefulness of the dream realm. “Dad, dad.... Daddy, wake up.”

“Rosy? Why aren’t you asleep?”

She looked away for a moment, mumbling quietly. “Sorry, but I couldn’t sleep... I kept on thinking about that magic. Teach me, please, just one spell.”

With a sigh you gave in, how couldn’t you when faced with such unfair cuteness? Untangling yourself from Morgan’s grasp you rose from the bed, lifting Rosalyne in your arms and walking towards the desk, sitting down and taking another piece of paper and summoning the brush Memory again. Placing a brush in the young girl’s hand and enveloping it with your own, you guided her hand in a precise firm motion.

“Look, this way you draw the core of the spell.... With this you set what the spell will do, and this ring when closing it, makes the spell work if it’s draw right.”

Light shown from the circle of runes, and Rosalyne gasped, her tiny hand turns as she looks at the brush in it, her eyes sparkling even more and she turned to you.

“One more! One more, one more!” she exclaimed quietly before a firm, elegant hand settled on her shoulder, making the girl tense.

Morgan looked at you both, a small smile playing on her lips, warm and yet with a dangerous undertone, one that certainly tells your in trouble.

“Rosy, my dear sweetheart, mama and papa are tired. And you promised to wait till tomorrow.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, completely out of your control, and suddenly both gazes turned to you, as if the right to decide whether this will continue or all of you go back to sleep, suddenly fell on your shoulders.