He'd first seen her at a window. Her dark hair was curled around her face, the blue fabric of her dress shimmered in the breeze. She was like an angel, at that window. Then she'd disappeared.
But Merlin hadn't been able to get the image of her out of his mind.
It was only a few days later when Merlin saw her again. It was then that he realised the angel was the Lady Morgana.
She didn't even know it was him. Without glancing, she'd walked behind her screen and talked to him, believing him to be Gwen. Merlin had held up one of her dresses, watching her through the open neck as she removed her clothes. He couldn't see her clearly, but her sweet voice kept talking.
Of course, then Morgana had asked 'Gwen' to help her with a clasp on the dress. Just as Merlin began to panic, the real Gwen walked in and took over.
That night, Merlin saw her again.
The dress she was wearing was revealing enough to let Merlin wonder if he'd died and gone to heaven. Her eyes glowed, and she walked past him without a second glance - or a first glance either. Merlin didn't care. He was looking at her; she had just walked past him. That was all he needed.
Later, when Morgana became his friend, Merlin would think back to those few days and blush with embarressment.
Morgana spoke to him. She looked at him. She knew him.
She had been Merlin's angel.
And, although Merlin tried to hide the thought, she still was.