Title: Christmas at Pendragon Hall (Part 2)
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin/Morgana
Summary: Arthur and Gwen come to the Pendragon family home for the holidays.
Word Count: 480
Prompt: 293 I'll be home for Christmas
Author's Notes: Modern AU Part 1 is here
Gwen was shown to a guest room by one of the maids.
Uther pulled Arthur into the study. “I told you to get a more appropriate companion. A lady of good breeding would be a better choice.”
Arthur plopped down into one of the leather chairs. “Father, the royal family is marrying commoners these days. Don’t be so feudal. Please try to be nice to her.”
“I will be civil to your guest.” Uther sat on the edge of the desk. “Please tell me you’re not going to marry this girl.”
“I love Guinevere. I am thinking of asking her to marry me. I have the ring with me now.” Arthur patted his pocket. “I have a good feeling she will say ‘yes’.”
“Arthur, you have to be joking.” Uther glared at him.
“I’m not. I will be Lord Pendragon one day and I want the woman I love to be here with me. Just like mother was with you.
"Your mother was a lady. This girl is not.” Uther folded his arms. “I forbid this marriage.”
“You can’t forbid me. I am an adult and you can’t tell me what to do.” Arthur stood up. “I think I will ask her right now.”
“Arthur, I want you to think about what you are doing.” Uther sighed. “I can always disinherit you.”
“I will still be the Lord Pendragon that you will not be able to take from me.” Arthur walked out of the study and slammed the door.
Morgana was sitting on the stairs when Arthur came out of the study. “I see that it’s your turn to piss him off. He still hasn’t forgiven me for marrying Merlin.”
“No one has forgiven you for marrying Merlin.” Arthur took a breath. “Merlin isn’t Guinevere. Guinevere is a nurse not a wastril.”
Morgana grinned. “Merlin is your assistant. He isn’t the idiot you say he is and you know it.”
Arthur shrugged. “I guess it was inevitable that I would piss him off with my future wife.”
“Wife?” Morgana smiled. “Have you asked her yet?”
“Not yet. I was going to when we open gifts.” Arthur told her.
“You are mental.” Morgana laughed. “She will say ‘yes’ and Father will kill you all in the course of a day.”
“He wouldn’t because that would make your and Merlin’s son his heir. That will be more of a disgrace than me marrying a commoner.” Arthur winked at her.
“I don’t know.” Morgana smiled. “I think he’s starting to warm up to Merlin.”
“That is pure shit and you know it.” Arthur sat on the stairs with her.
Morgana leaned against Arthur’s arm. “Welcome home Arthur. Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas Morgana.” Arthur kissed her on the cheek. “Let’s hope the snow melts so we all can make a fast get away.”
“I will hire blow torches if I have too.” Morgana chuckled.