Morgana reached out her hands. She was almost there. She was convinced she would be able to reach the strange figure this time. She reached out her hands, itching closer and closer towards the dream man…
She woke up with a jolt, her hands falling to her sides limply. Without realising why; a single tear fell down her porcelain check. It would simply irate her if anyone told her how beautiful she looked at times, but sometimes it didn't hurt people to know the truth.
Morgana sat on her bed, wrapping her hands around herself, slowly cradling herself like a baby. A poor, fragile baby that can't get something; even though it knows that whatever it is, they want it. Morgana had been plagued by theses dreams for the past few weeks. Every time getting closer to see the mysterious figure's face; But she always woke up too early to see it. It was frustrating her and she didn't have a choice but to let these dreams continue in the hope that one day she might find out who it is that her heart must truly love.
That after all was the only explanation to Morgana. That if she was having the same dream about the same person, night after night, and then in her heart she must love this person truly.
Rocking herself back to sleep, Morgana was focusing too much on seeing the dream that it never came. Eventually she fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.
Gwen knocked on the door, and then came in and opened the drapes on Morgana's windows, letting the sunlight stream in.
"Good morning milady. The King requests your presence at the Throne Room in an hour so we must get you up and ready…"
Gwen seemed to tail off as Morgana sighed. This dream was annoying her. She was desperate to find out who she loved, and was getting impatient. Slumped back on her pillows, twirling her hair as Gwen prepared clothes, Morgana thought of all around her who she loved. She respected Uther as a King, and was gracious as his ward, but the love was strained there slightly after all her younger years. Arthur she thought was boisterous, lazy and rude, but she had begun to love him as a brother after many years. Gwen, she loved as a close friend and maid. Arthur's manservant had only been here a short while, a few months in fact, and morgana couldn't remember much about him. Didn't he have curly hair and a weird chin? Or was he the one with the sleazy voice, that was too over-the-top with everything? Wasn't he the one that had tried to impress her? Morgana shuddered at the memory.
So that couldn't be him. Morgana remembered that Arthur had another servant. How man y did one man need? Morgana was quite content with Gwen; she had grown to trust her a lot. Maybe Arthur needed to gain more patience. Morgana smirked to herself and tried to think of who his newest 'manservant' was. Morgana thought that it was a ridiculous name. A stupid name, that to Arthur literally meant slave. That poor boy, whoever he was, would be at his beck and call for hours, to only get a few seconds realise before Arthur was hungry or bored again. He was simply put, a large, spoiled pig of a prince.
Morgana gazed out her window and remembered that Arthur had changed since they were young, and that someday he would make a great king. Such views nowadays would get her in more trouble than when she was 10 or something.
While looking out of her window, Morgana spotted someone she had never seen before. She got up out of bed and went over to get a proper view. A boy with dark hair, simple peasant clothes and a scarf thing, Morgana knew she must have seen him somewhere before but she just couldn't place him.
As she walked over to get changed and ready for her day she turned to Gwen. As she slipped her deep purple dress over her head she asked her maid a question that had been puzzling her since leaving her window.
"Gwen, do you know how that new boy with the dark hair is? I don't remember seeing him around here before."
