Lucian’s mind raced as he listened to Merlin speak. Princess Morgan Pendragon? Queen of Camelot? That wasn’t the Morgan he knew, or at least, not the Morgan he thought he knew. The idea of her being royalty, let alone someone trained by this Merlin, was almost impossible to reconcile with the cold, distant person he’d spent so much time with on the islands. 

He stared up at the painting again, his eyes lingering on the version of Morgan that felt so different from the one he’d left behind. [color=gold]“She… she never told us any of that…”[/color] he murmured. He’d only just learned that he was a prince not too long ago. And now this? It was as if everything he thought he knew was unraveling.

[color=gold]“I… I don’t know what it is exactly,”[/color] Lucian admitted, gripping his Keyblade a little tighter. [color=gold]“Right before we left the island, she… she pulled this light, or magic or something out of herself, and placed it inside my heart. She told me it was important, that I had to protect it, but she didn’t explain what it was. Just that I needed to find you.”[/color]