Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, I just love it very much :3
I wrote this fanfiction a couple of years ago, and decided to rewrite it and add more to it. It is about Morgana when she was younger, and the father and daughter relationship between her and her father, and what happened after he died.
Please read and review.
Set when Morgana was nine years old.
It was the night of the celebration feast. Morgana was holding onto her father's hand tightly as they entered the hall. Morgana was wearing a dark purple dress that had a wide, burgundy ribbon around her waist that tied up at the back. Her long, dark, wavy hair was sitting over one shoulder. She was also wearing a beautiful gold necklace that had an oval shaped ruby at the front. It was a gift from her mother when Morgana was very young. She hadn't seen her mother since she was five years old and she doesn't know what happened to her.
Morgana was still holding her father's hand as they walked over to Uther. Uther was Gorlois's best friend. They had known each other for quite some time. Uther placed his hand on Gorlois's shoulder and gave him a friendly shake.
"Gorlois!" He smiled.
Morgana slowly let go of her father's hand as him and Uther started to have a conversation. The only other child at the feast was Arthur. Morgana started to look around to find him. She knew he was at the feast, but she couldn't see him anywhere. She began to walk away from her father to try and find Arthur.
"Morgana?" Gorlois called.
Morgana turned her head to face her father. She was looking a little bit lonely.
"What are you doing, sweetie?" He asked her.
"I'm just looking for someone to talk to." She replied.
Gorlois walked over to her and crouched down to her level.
"We don't have to stay for long if you don't want to." He told her.
"No, no. It's fine. I'm happy to stay." She smiled.
"Okay then. Just tell me if you want to leave." He insisted.
"Of course." She replied.
Finally, Morgana spotted Arthur and approached him. He was standing close to the back of the room. Arthur smiled when he saw Morgana.
Arthur was a very spoilt child. He could be very arrogant at times too. Morgana and Arthur were really good friends. They'd often trade insults as a joke, but always could trust each other.
"You look very pretty." He complimented her.
"Thank you." She smiled. "You don't look very entertained at the moment; maybe they need to get a jester just for you."
"Feasts are never that interesting. Most of them, if not all, were always for adults only." He stated.
"Why are we here anyway?" Morgana asked.
"How about you go ask my father? I don't even know what this celebration is about." Arthur laughed.
Morgana giggled.
"I wish I was out learning sword skills or something." He said.
"Yeah, I get it. You just love the attention." Morgana laughed.
"No!" Arthur shouted.
"Don't deny it."
"You're clearly jealous." Arthur snapped.
"There is nothing to be jealous of." Morgana laughed.
Morgana walked back over to her father just before everyone took a seat in a large dining room and enjoyed the feast. A couple of hours past and both Arthur and Morgana were very tired. Arthur almost fell asleep onto his plate. Morgana wanted to tell her father that she wanted to leave, but she didn't want to ruin this for him. She loved her father more than anything.
People started to say goodbye to each other as more and more people started leaving the hall. Gorlois went over to Uther to have a quick conversation with him before it was time to take Morgana back to their chambers. Gorlois came back to Morgana, who was struggling to stay awake.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked her.
Morgana rubbed her eyes and nodded her head.
Gorlois held his daughters hand as they walked through the castle to their chambers. They lived in the castle because Gorlois was such a good friend of Uther's, and he was also a knight. Morgana and Gorlois both lived in separate chambers, but it had a door in between them which connected the two.
Morgana changed into her nightgown and walked over to her bed. Gorlois tucked her in.
"Can we go to the pond and feed the ducks tomorrow?" She asked.
"We will see." He smiled. "Did you enjoy the feast?"
"Yeah, it was good." She answered.
Gorlois smiled.
"Goodnight, Morgana." He said just before he kissed her on the forehead. He blew out the candle and went back into his own chamber.
Just before he was about to go to sleep, he went in and checked on Morgana. She was sound asleep in her white nightgown, and her dark hair was spread across the pillow, just like a princess.
The next morning.
The morning light woke Morgana up. She lay down in bed, waiting for her father to come in, like he did every morning.
Gorlois slowly began to open the door. He did it as silently as he could, just in case she was still sleeping. Morgana looked over at her father.
"Good morning." She smiled.
"Do you still want to go to the pond today?" Her father asked her.
"Yes please!" She said excitedly.
Gorlois handed her a green dress and a dark blue cloak.
"Hurry along then." Gorlois said. "We want to go why it is still morning."
Morgana quickly changed into the dress, and was ready to go to the pond.
Morgana and Gorlois walked over to the stables, and went over to a brown horse. The horse was already saddled up and ready to go. Gorlois lifted his daughter onto the front of the horse, and then he hopped on the back of the horse.
They rode the horse to the end of the darkling woods, where there was a small hill. On top of the hill was a Giant tree and long, green grass. Behind the tree and at the bottom of the hill was a pond with ducks. Gorlois got off the horse, and then lifted Morgana off too. He handed her a few pieces of bread from his cloth shoulder bag. She sat down next to the lake and started to throw the bread towards the ducks.
The area was beautiful. You could only hear the sounds of the grass swaying to the wind, and the ducks swimming in the pond. It was a peaceful place to be. Morgana loved it.
"Can we come here more often? I really like it." She smiled.
"I think that is a wonderful idea." Gorlois said. "We must get back to Camelot now. I have a something to attend."
Morgana seemed a bit disappointed, but she knew that her father had to do something important, so it was better that he was back in time.
He lifted Morgana onto the horse and hopped on the back himself. They rode back through the darkling woods and back to Camelot.
Morgana was enjoying this time with her father. She loved anytime she could spend with him.