The italics are thoughts straight from Morgana. Hopefully this is not too awful. It's the first "story" I've written. Oneshot Mergana. Actually inspired by the Briteny Spears song "Perfume.." What even.

Anywho, here we go….

Why was she so mad?

Why was this affecting her like it was?

All she wanted to do was spray on load after load of her specially made perfume, so much so that even after just a hug people would smell it from miles away. The edge of all the Five Kingdoms for all she cared. All Morgana really wanted was for that woman to be slapped in the face with the realization that she couldn't have him.

Whoa. Wait. What was she thinking?

Hold on, now. You're being absurd. You don't really mean any of this….

Problem is she did mean that; every single detail, down to the last tickled nose.

No, no, no. Calm down Morgana. Think this through.

Okay, maybe she did wish all of those things. But there had to be a reasonable explanation. Right? There was no way she lo…lov… No! That was most definitely not her reason. No matter what Gwen said, she did not have those types of feelings toward the boy.

Gwen. What would she know about that anyway? I mean, she can barely look at Arthur without her cheeks looking like someone had set fire to them!

Ugh, now there were some people who couldn't fess up to their love. She and Merlin were not like that. No, they had a rather relaxed friendship. It was so comfortable Morgana felt like she could truly say whatever was on her mind. Her troubles, her hopes, her dreams… It had been her dreams that propelled them toward where they were today. Trust. That's one thing she felt she was able to do with him. She could trust him with everything. It really was quite sweet, that he was always there for her.

She found herself smiling that same stupid smile she always had when she thought about how wonderful their friendship really was these days. She was just glad no one was around to ask her why she was smiling as she was. You see, there is quite a difference between her smiles at public events and her smiles around her friends. Especially when it came to her friendship with Merlin.

But that's all it was! A friendship. She may just have to tell that to Gwen until they both wither away into a pile of old lady ashes. There was a thought….Why Gwen would never cease to ask about a "relationship" was beyond her. It would never happen. It couldn't happen, more importantly. She'll just have to drill that into Gwen's head as she had done to her own.

Not that she'd ever said she loved him! Just that she couldn't possibly get his hopes up and make it something more than it could be. She was the King's ward for goodness sake.

You need to stop overthinking all of this. You'll drive yourself mad.

She continued to walk around her room, bored and alone; just the same as her nights, only not quite so terrifying. She can see in broad daylight. But she's terrified of what she can't see, sometimes you can only feel. Feeling seems to worry her the most. Feeling scared, feeling alone, or worst, having her heart ache with those strong feelings toward Merlin that she could no longer force to hide in the corner of her brain today. Yes, Morgana was definitely most afraid of what she could not see, only feel.

That's it, you've lost it. You're going to spend the rest of today wishing Merlin was with you and you're not going to get what you want because he's off with that girl who started this horrible train of thought.

Now she needed that perfume. It was custom, not a soul would ever share this scent unless she wanted them to have it. That's what she wanted. She wanted everyone, no not everyone, just that woman who decided to show up from who knows where and steal Merlin's attention away.

Okay, that's it. She had to go through with it. Not because she loved him, of course! She just had to get rid of that stupid woman, whose name she can't even remember. She just had to call him back and smother him in a hug. She could surly find a way to pass that off as normal. His clothing just had to carry enough of that perfume to smell like there was someone he cared a great deal for. No spectacle was to be made; just enough to make sure that other woman would learn she couldn't have him.

Not that he belonged to anyone… No, he did not belong to anyone.

So, why did that make her heart ache all the more?