A/N: Just a little oneshot that came into my head while I was procrastinating from school work... I know it's completely out on a whim but I really think they would have made an adorable couple! Please read, enjoy and review :)
She sat alone in the darkness, her eyes staring blankly into the flames that danced in the stone fire pit as she lost herself in her thoughts. Her memories.
She didn't regret the choice she had made; she had never felt that attached to Uther, even less so after she had found out about her powers. Leaving Camelot had been the obvious choice, although she wished she had found out about her powers just a few years later than she did. She could have trusted Arthur, convinced him to see magic in a different light. To see that it was only as evil as the person who used it, just as a sword becomes a killer if used by one with bad intentions.
Despite all that, she was content. She couldn't change the past, and she had accepted what she must do in order to take the throne back once more. She had put her past behind her. Arthur; Gwen; the Knights… all must die. She would feel no remorse once the task was complete, for she kept the memories of the times they had shared before separate.
Yet, she had one regret, and it was that which often placed her into such a trance as she was now. The one person she had found it almost impossible to bring harm to, yet she had done so knowing she could not afford to show weakness. She often tried to tell herself she could find a way to spare him, but she knew it could never be. He was too loyal to Arthur to ever see her as a friend again.
"My lady?"
His deep voice spoke from just by her shoulder, startling her out of her reverie.
"My lady, is everything alright?" He sounded worried, now.
"Of course." She kept her eyes fixed on the flames as she nodded, slowly. There was a long silence, neither of them really knowing what to say. Eventually, Morgana turned to her uncle. "Do you bring news of Camelot?"