Chapter 226: A Royal Revelation: Sisters Reunited

"Your Majesty Morgan, please, remember your position," Altria pleaded as she continued to step back, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Morgan laughed, clearly amused by her reaction. "Oh, come on, Altria! We're both women—what's wrong with a little touching?"

"What?!" Altria's eyes widened in shock, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She felt utterly exposed as if her most guarded secret had just been discovered.

Meanwhile, Lott's expression shifted to one of surprise. [Is my wife really going to reveal it all right now? Well, maybe that's for the best. But also, is it really okay for her to tease her sister like this? They're both women, sure, but when women touch each other, it's called bonding. If men did this, they'd be called perverts! The double standards are unreal.]

Morgan shot him a sideways glance, clearly catching his thoughts. [What a pervert,] she mused. But then, she smirked and decided to continue her teasing.

Stepping forward, she lightly flicked Altria's chest with a playful hand. "Really, Altria, your development is quite disappointing. Where is all that food going?" She shook her head, feigning disappointment but clearly enjoying herself.

Altria's face turned beet red as she clutched her chest, mortified. "Your Majesty, please show some respect!" she stammered, completely flustered by Morgan's audacity.

Lott couldn't help but laugh from the sidelines. [This is hilarious! Seeing the legendary King Arthur flustered like this—it's too much! Watching my wife tease her sister is pure comedy gold!]

Morgan, catching his thoughts again, glared at him briefly. Then, she turned back to Altria, her expression becoming more serious.

"I've known your secret for a long time, you know," she said with a soft smile.

"What? You've known?" Altria asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Of course! Is there anything I can't figure out? Well, except maybe when Lott's involved," Morgan added with a wry smile, glancing at her husband.

"Then why did you still appoint me as the head of the Knights of the Round Table?" Altria asked, confused.

"Why not? You have the strength to lead the Knights of the Round Table. That's why I put you in that position," Morgan replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And as for you being a woman—well, I'm a woman too. If I can be the ruler of Camelot, why can't you be a knight of Britain?"

"But… isn't it because of your royal blood, Your Majesty?" Altria's voice was barely above a whisper, her gaze dropping to the ground.

In this world, where men usually held power, exceptions like Morgan and Scáthach, or even Gawain, who was the daughter of Lott and Morgan, were rare. They all had extraordinary status or strength. Altria, in contrast, considered herself an ordinary person, despite the holy swords she wielded.

Morgan's eyes softened as she looked at her sister. "And what if I told you that your blood is the same as mine?" she asked, her voice gentle yet firm.

"What?" Altria's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the implications of Morgan's words. She felt as if the ground was shifting beneath her feet.

Morgan reached out and gently touched Altria's cheek. "Why do you think we look so much alike, Altria? It's not a coincidence."

Altria shook her head slowly, still grappling with the information. "But… I was adopted by a regular knight. How could I possibly have the same bloodline as you?"

Morgan smiled softly and nodded. "That's true, you were raised by a noble knight. But our blood—your blood—is the same as mine. We're sisters, Altria."

Altria's mind raced as she tried to process everything. Could it really be true? Her father, her sister—right in front of her this whole time, and she had never known.

"Are you serious, Your Majesty?" Altria asked, still hesitant, almost as if she was afraid to believe it.

"Absolutely," Morgan replied confidently. "Do you think I would joke about something like this?"

"Then… how did I come to be? Who is my father?" Altria's voice was filled with urgency as she looked into Morgan's eyes, desperate for answers.

"Your father… is King Uther, my father as well," Morgan said gently.

Altria's eyes widened, her body trembling as she took in the revelation. "King Uther… my father?" she whispered, the words barely audible as they left her lips.

"Yes, our father," Morgan confirmed. But now that she had revealed the truth, she wasn't sure how to continue. The circumstances surrounding Altria's birth were shrouded in deception and manipulation—actions that even she found repugnant.

"Damn that old man. How do I explain all this?" Morgan cursed Uther silently, her thoughts swirling in frustration.

Luckily, Altria was too overwhelmed to notice Morgan's moment of internal conflict. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, the implications of this revelation crashing over her like waves.

"My father is King Uther?" she repeated, still struggling to grasp the reality.

"Yes, your father is King Uther," Morgan reiterated, letting out a small sigh of relief that Altria hadn't pressed further into the unsavory details of her conception. She was immensely grateful that Merlin, despite his numerous flaws, had managed to keep those secrets hidden.

Altria's expression was still one of shock, her mind racing as she tried to come to terms with the truth. "So all this time… you knew?" she asked softly.

"Only because of this truth did I entrust you with Caliburn, the Sword in the Stone. And later, Excalibur as well," Morgan explained. "Did you think I would give those sacred treasures to just anyone?"

"Yes… that makes sense," Altria replied slowly, nodding as she began to understand. "But why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Morgan's face softened as she embraced Altria. "I didn't want to burden you. Your path is already difficult enough without adding the weight of our family's past. But never doubt your worth, Altria. You have the blood of a Pendragon—the blood of a Red Dragon. You embody the honor and legacy of our family."

"Okay…" Altria murmured, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Morgan's shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort of her sister's embrace.

[There really are only two types of people in Britain during this era—those bound by fate and those who try to twist it,] Lott thought as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Morgan, sensing his thoughts, glanced over and gave him a look that was half exasperation, half fondness. [Can't you be serious for a moment?]

But she knew Lott well enough to understand that his humor was his way of coping with the heavy burdens they all carried. She turned back to Altria, holding her sister close.

"You're not a mistake, Altria," Morgan whispered, her voice filled with conviction. "You are here because you were meant to be. You are strong, and you are destined for greatness. Never forget that."

Altria nodded slowly, her heart swelling with a new sense of purpose and belonging. For the first time, she felt truly connected to her family, and to her legacy. She was not just a knight; she was Altria Pendragon, daughter of King Uther, and sister to Morgan le Fay.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Morgan," she said softly, finally lifting her head to meet Morgan's gaze. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

Morgan smiled, her eyes shining with warmth and pride. "You don't need to thank me, Altria. We are family, after all."

Altria nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew she would face them with courage and strength—strength that came from knowing who she truly was.

"I'm ready, Your Majesty. For whatever comes next," she said, her voice steady and filled with determination.

Morgan's smile widened. "Good. Because the road ahead won't be easy. But I have no doubt you'll make us all proud."

And with that, the sisters stood together, united by blood and bound by destiny, ready to face whatever the future held.