A/N

Just a little one-shot. It just something that crossed my mind when I saw the scene when Morgana discover Emrys true identity and it has been running rampant in my head since. So I decided to type it down and see if you like it. R & R please, love feedbacks.

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"There is someone you have been searching for," Modred said, his face so hard it could have been carved from stone, "someone who has always eluded you"

"Emrys," Morgana breathed, a greedy glint entering her eyes.

"I know where he is." He snarled angrily, icy eyes flashing.

"Where?" Morgana asked with a sneer.

"Camelot." said the boy and confusion drawn itself on Morgana beautiful face. Before Morgana can ask Modred to clarify his words, he imparted with another vital infomartion. "And I have his true name." Morgana eyes widen.

"It is Merlin."

Morgana mind reeled, her face frozen with shock and confusion and unwittingly, a horrified gasp escape her pale lips.

She turn her piercing green eyes on the young knight kneeling in front of her, his pale blue eyes icy, his face set in cold fierce anger. In her mind eyes, she saw another pair of blue eyes, warmer, darker...

"It is Merlin."

She knows he is not lying. She had her guard forced a truth potion down Modred throat before he was brought to her feet. At the time, she had thought it to be a waste of such rare potion and now...

The sound of laughter, free and deep, and she saw his eyes crinkled in the corner as he watches her with his dark blue eyes shining with...

Morgana rose from her throne and lunged for the boy throat, grasping it tight in her hand her nails digging deep into the skin. Modred barely flinched when his head was forced up in unnatural angle.

"You speak the truth?" she asked, her voice raspy, her eyes wild as she gazes into Modred eyes. He held her stare fast, unafraid and convicted. "Yes, m'lady."

"I have seen him unleashed his magic, powerful and skillfully, a true mage to his core." Modred breathed, his pale eyes icy with barely restrained anger.

Snow melting on the warmth of her skin as she lay in the snow, feather light touches on her face making her giggle. Her green eyes were wide with joy as the snow seems to only fall around them. As if by magic.

"Merlin is Emrys."

As if by magic.

Morgana hand tighten menacingly around his throat, making Modred squirmed in the tight hold she held her in as his words sank in. She growled and released Modred with a jerk as she straightened, all elegant lines graceful form even with her wild demenour.

Green eyes met warm blue and she smiled, content. "I love winter." She whispered and sighed happily as he hum a small tune.

Her guard shuffled on their feet as Modred stay kneeled at the foot of the thorne. Morgana gripped the back of her throne in a death grip.

"Leave." She whispered her face whiter than snow, deceptively fragile.

A hand swept her raven locks aside and she gaze at his calm face under her lashes as his large hand cupped her cheeks gently.

"My lady, what should we do with the boy..."

Morgana turn to the guard who talked and blasted the man into the throne room wall. The guard crumpled to the ground in a broken heap and Morgana turn blazing eyes to the other occupant in the room.

He leaned and plant a soft chaste kiss on her red lips. He laid his forehead on hers and smiled gently, his eyes bright. His lips grazed her ears and whisperes softly.

"LEAVE!"

She heard them scampered out of the room and the heavy armored door shut with a bang.

And Morgana crumpled to the ground black dress billowing around in a cloud of fabric, her hand clawing in her hair tugging painfully on the black locks.

I love you Morgana.

"Merlin is Emrys."

She screamed, an anguished broken sound vibrating the dusty castle.