A/N: I'm not dead in case anyone was worrying. I haven't written/posted something in ages. This story randomly came to me in the middle of the night. Might be a bit rushed. Read on, readers:


She was broken.

And it was his job to put her back together again.

She'd been ridiculed and raped and tortured and used as a toy and no one had cared. The city looked down upon her, laughing at her, forgetting what she used to be, who she used to be. The king's ward.

But Uther didn't want her anymore. As soon as he discovered her magical ability she had been located, trapped and taken away from her life as a royal.

Guinevere would be her carer after each day of harassment, helping Morgana bathe, clean and bandage wounds so she was ready for the next round, another day in her horrible, ruined life.

Arthur would be her messenger after hours of not knowing what she would be subjected to. With a heavy heart, he'd tell her as lightly as he could.

Merlin would be her life, every moment of every day.

Merlin was the one reason she would hold onto existence.

For weeks she had clung to him, begging him to end it with magic, something pain free and innocent. Something she wanted. But he refused to take her life away and at first she didn't see it, both in him and herself.

But know she did.

And she had something to live for.

But no one saw it coming, after months of playing with Morgana no one heard of her execution. She lay in the middle of the court floor, her body mangled and bruised and broken.

He found her first, the only person she had loved.

All the king's horses and all the king's men.

Couldn't put Morgana back together again.

Except that all the King's horses and men weren't even bothered.

No one was bothered except Merlin, who was executed the following day for using magic inside the walls of Camelot.

Just to be with her again.