Yeah, I can't write romance or action or anything so I am writing angst. So…Enjoy!
From the very first time he saw her, he knew there was more to the raven-haired beauty than caught the eye. She was beautiful beyond compare and being a man, that was obviously taken into account. But he also noticed her independence and her strength of gaze that held him in place and made a smile form on his lips as she walked past in the banquet hall. However, the strong gaze wasn't a cruel one, it was merely a smile to show that she was confident and could take care of herself. A woman who could make him laugh when she manipulated people into doing her will or beat the prince of Camelot in a swordfight. The very opposite of him. He hadn't even met the woman and she had already taken a place in his heart.
It wasn't much longer until he saw the other side of her as well. The side of her that was nothing more than a scared young girl that the boy felt the need to protect. A girl he wanted to hold close until her tears faded away. He saw the girl who did everything she could to protect her maid's father when he was sentenced to death for aiding a sorcerer and was more torn than the maid when she failed. A girl more innocent than he could ever be.
The boy would make up the most ridiculous excuses just to see her and yet still couldn't admit how he felt. Not even to himself. His master saw it warned him against the path he was taking but the boy would not take heed to his words. Still didn't realize.
His guardian told him about the dreams. Told him about his fears of what the girl would become. The boy wanted to help, but was cautioned against that which he wanted most by forces stronger than even his own great destiny. He tried to help the girl by sending her to others like her but it was not enough to save her and he could only watch as the innocent girl slipped away from him. He could only watch as her face grew pale and tired from lack of sleep and he could only watch as the fear that had pervaded her for so long changed into emotions so wrong and yet so fitting. Anger. Hatred. Confusion.
The knights of Medhir came to Camelot under the influence of Morgause and he was told that she was not alone. He was told that there was another force a part of this plan and there was only one way to stop her. The boy felt anguish stronger than any he had felt in his life and yet he had to do it anyway to save Camelot, to save the other half of his coin, because of the prophecy told by an ancient being. His destiny.
It was only as she was gasping for air, as he grasped what he had done, that he finally realized. He loved her. He loved her spirit, her kindness and even her dark side. He was killing her and he had no choice.
Morgana.
Tears made tracks down his face as he turned to look at her. His eyes showed all of the anger, pain, shame, horror, love and guilt that he felt toward the girl, but she only had one emotion in hers.
Betrayal.