On the fifth night, Morgan woke up yet again, startled by a terrifying dream!
"Ah!" Morgan screamed, shooting up in bed. This immediately woke up Kay, who was sleeping beside her.
"Sweetheart?" Kay looked at Morgan—she was drenched in sweat and utterly terrified. His heart immediately sank. Kay wrapped his arms tightly around Morgan, gently stroking her back until her intense anxiety started to ease up.
"Kay... I had the dream again. I saw Arthur drowning in the water, and I... I don't understand why I keep dreaming this, but it felt so real, Kay, so incredibly real. I even saw the person who drowned Arthur! Kay... I'm really scared, I'm just so afraid."
Kay's embrace seemed to give Morgan strength, helping her calm down a bit. Since she had recovered, she'd been having the same dream every time she slept. In the dream, she saw a lake. A woman led Arthur slowly toward the water, and then, with the woman smiling sweetly, Arthur sank to the bottom. Morgan saw it clearly: Arthur didn't fight back. In fact, he had the same sweet smile on his face, as if he was completely willing.
But that was crazy. Who would willingly drown themselves?
For the first couple of days, Morgan thought it was just her nerves, but as time went on, the dream became more frequent and much clearer. Now, Morgan could even remember what the woman looked like. It's a dream! Usually, you forget most of a dream the morning after; at best, you remember some vague plot points. But Morgan remembered every single detail crystal clear, and that wasn't normal at all.
Morgan was sure it was a premonition.
"It's okay, it's okay," Kay murmured, patting Morgan's back like he was comforting a little kid. "I'm right here. No one is going to hurt Arthur. Trust me!"
She'd heard him say this before, but every time Kay reassured her, she felt inexplicably calmer. Maybe it was because Kay was the only one who believed her. She had told Gaius (the court physician) about her dreams, but Gaius didn't buy it. He just said she was overthinking things and gave her some sleeping pills. His only instruction was to keep it a secret from everyone, including King Uther. It seemed Gaius definitely knew something, but he wasn't talking. At least he had the sense to warn Morgan not to tell anyone else.
But what Gaius didn't know was that Morgan had told Kay everything.
"Be a good girl! It's still early, try to get some more sleep. Starting today, I'm going to keep Arthur attached to my hip. I'll take him everywhere with me, promise."
Looking at Morgan now, Kay knew Gaius's sleeping pills hadn't worked. Morgan's dreams were actually a result of her special gift—a kind of precognitive ability, like a prophet's foresight. Kay had met people like this during his travels. These visionaries could see snippets of the future.
However, the visionaries themselves had different ideas about these snippets. Some believed the future couldn't be changed, while others thought there were a million possibilities, and they were only seeing one of the more likely ones.
Either way, you usually had to take a visionary's word to heart because they were generally pretty accurate.
With Kay's comforting words, Morgan finally calmed down and quickly drifted off to sleep. This prophetic dream was a serious mental strain on Morgan, leaving her exhausted. Plus, Kay had used a subtle trick to help her fall asleep so fast.
Looking at Morgan's peaceful, rhythmic breathing, Kay knew what he had to do: he needed to make a trip to the Dragon Cave. For the past few days, Kay had tried numerous methods to try and suppress Morgan's gift, but unfortunately, none of the techniques he had learned during his travels seemed to work.
So, Kay had no choice but to seek help from someone who truly understood Celtic magic. As luck would have it, that person was currently in Camelot.
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The next morning, Kay walked out of Morgan's room. The servants and guards he passed didn't look surprised or think anything of it; they thought it was completely normal. Since the day Morgan fell into her coma, Kay had moved into her room and never moved back out.
No one believed Kay had been playing the saint every night for the past few days. If something was going to happen, it would have already happened! Being worried about appearances now would be silly. Didn't everyone see that even King Uther hadn't said a single word about Kay and Morgan living together?
The truth was, Kay and Morgan had become intimate. It happened on the second night of Morgan's continuous nightmares when she woke up startled, Kay went to comfort her, and then...
They were two adults who clearly had feelings for each other, so it was perfectly natural.
The next day, Kay did mention to King Uther that he and Morgan were planning to move out, as their relationship had progressed to this stage, and it was time to get married. Since Kay had no realistic hope of returning home, he figured he should just settle down here and build a good life. Both Morgan and King Uther were sincerely good to him, and he didn't want to let them down.
But King Uther wasn't thrilled about Kay's proposal. He actually persuaded Kay that there was no rush to get married and they could wait another couple of years.
Kay understood what the King meant—he didn't want Morgan to leave him so soon. Once Kay and Morgan married, it wouldn't really be appropriate for Morgan to continue living in the palace, no matter how you looked at it.
Seeing the earnest look in his father-in-law's eyes, Kay couldn't really reject the old man's wishes, so he was stuck in this ambiguous living situation. What else could he do? His father-in-law didn't want his daughter to leave yet, and how could an adopted son who grew up in the household possibly say no?
Walking through the palace hallway, Kay soon arrived at the training grounds.
Arthur and Merlin were already waiting there. After this period of training, Arthur had finally gotten used to the schedule Kay set for him and didn't need to be chased anymore. However, Kay was surprised that they were there so early today.
"Kay!" Seeing his brother-in-law and older brother figure, Arthur greeted Kay with a burst of energy.
"Mm. Finished your warm-up? If you have, go run your laps. Do I still need to tell you how to do something this simple?" Kay didn't give Arthur a warm reception, criticizing him with a cold expression.
A kid Arthur's age is full of mischief. Give him an inch, and he'll take a mile, so Kay never gave him a break when it came to serious business. He needed to make sure Arthur understood when it was time to mess around and when it was time to focus.