A/N - I had the idea for this chapter a couple of days ago, not quite sure where I want the story to go from here, so suggestions would be much appreciated! It's set between seasons one and two. I hope you like it! :)

All eyes fell on Lady Morgana as she glided gracefully into the banquet hall. Her dark raven locks tumbled down her back, stopping just above her waist. Her red lips and blueberry eyes were set off by her pale white skin. The sky blue gown she wore greatly complimented her slim figure. She tossed her head in the air as she walked past the knights, or 'arrogant fools' as she liked to call them. They may be handy with a sword, but that didn't impress her. One of them actually dared to wink at her, she threw him a threatening glare. Her maidservant, Gwen, barely suppressed a giggle, Morgana wasn't a woman to be trifled with. If the knight had tried anything more, he probably would have ended up in the stocks.

"Morgana!" Uther greeted her. He was her legal guardian and the king of Camelot. Long ago, he had made a promise to Gorlois, Morgana's father, to look after her when he passed away.

"Good evening, Sire." Morgana replied, embracing him. Though they often bickered and disagreed with one another, she loved him dearly. He was always so kind to her, even when she didn't deserve it. "Nice to see you too, Arthur." she spat sarcastically at him when he made no motion to greet her. He pretended as if he hadn't heard her and continued to order about his serving boy, Merlin. He always enjoyed aggravating Morgana. She stuck her tongue out at him in a very unladylike fashion. Uther gave her a disapproving look, to which she simply rolled her eyes. Men could be such a bother sometimes. "They better get on with it. I hate knighting ceremonies." she complained to Gwen as she slouched down into her chair, folding her arms to show her annoyance.

"I don't think it will take long, they're only knighting three men." Gwen said cheerfully. That was Gwen for you, always looking on the bright side. She could probably find something absolutely wonderful about being stuck in bed with all her legs and arms broken. Morgana secretly envied her friends ability to smile and have a positive attitude towards each and every little thing that happened. She would never admit it of course, maybe that was why she was constantly so negative about everything. She glanced up, they were starting the ceremony. Finally, she thought to herself. Morgana sat glaring at the three men being knighted, as if to blame them for her misery.

"By the power vested in me..." began Geoffrey, the court genealogist, once he'd finished reading out the knights code. Why he always bothered to read that stupid old thing was a mystery to her. The men being knighted didn't need to hear it since they'd already had to memorize it in order to become a knight. On top of that, it wasn't like she or anyone else in Camelot cared what it said. "I pronounce you, Sir Henry, knight of Camelot." he finished. Morgana practically jumped out of her seat, clapping louder than anyone else in the room. Not because she'd enjoyed the ceremony, but because she was glad it was over with. Uther smiled at his beloved ward, leaning over to whisper to Arthur how pleased he was to see her so 'enthusiastic' about the new knights. Gwen overheard him and smiled to herself, if only he knew.Arthur excused himself to go congratulate his men, whilst Gwen and Morgana scurried off to hide from Lady Alinor. They had seen her heading in their direction and didn't want to have to listen to rumors of the latest court developments for the next five hours. Morgana absolutely despised the woman with every bone in her body. In her opinion, Alinor was a stuck up, ignorant, and selfish old hag with nothing better to do than stick her big fat meddling nose were it didn't belong. Gwen of course claimed that she 'wasn't that bad,' but didn't want anything to do with her all the same. In her hurry, Morgana had accidentally run into one of the men who had been knighted.

"I'm sorry, my lady, I didn't see you there." he apologized. Morgana had thought he was rather tall earlier, but now that he stood towering directly above her, she thought he looked more like a giant.

"No, it's not your fault. I was just trying to avoid Lady Alinor." she explained. "I don't want to be stuck listening to her gossip all night." she rolled her eyes to emphasize her dislike for the woman.

"I don't care for her company myself." the knight laughed. Morgana smiled, glad to find someone else who shared her opinion.

"Sir Leon, wasn't it?" she asked, remembering his name from the ceremony.

"It is." he smiled. "You must be the Lady Morgana." he mused, taking her hand and kissing it gently.

"Leon!" Arthur called from the other side of the room.

"I must go, my apologies again." he inclined his head to her. "Evening, Gwen." he smiled at the maid before he left.

"You know him?" Morgana asked, astonished that a knight would even acknowledge a commoner's existence. Gwen nodded.

"My mother was a maid in his household, we grew up together." she explained. Morgana pondered this for a moment. Having grown up together, they must know each other fairly well. But still, it was uncommon for a noble to address a servant in such a respectful manner. "What are you thinking?" Gwen asked, trying to decipher the thoughtful expression on her mistress's face.

"That Sir Leon is rather handsome." she smirked. Gwen shook her head, Morgana was unbelievable sometimes. Her devious smirk turned into a disheartened frown. "Great. Here comes Lady Alinor, the queen of everybody else's business." she groaned.

"Morgan, darling! I've been looking all over for you!" Alinor squeaked in her obnoxious high pitched voice. It annoyed Morgana so much that she had a mind to stuff a rag down her miserable throat to prevent her from speaking ever again. A fake smile pulled on her lips as she greeted the woman. "You'll never guess what I heard about Sir Anthony!" she exclaimed. And here it comes, the never ending fountain of gossip. Morgana glanced over at the knights, Leon threw her an apologetic look, she couldn't help but smile at him. "What are you looking at?" Alinor demanded, standing on her tiptoes to see what could possibly be distracting Morgana from her enthralling tale.

"Oh nothing." she replied. Her smile had now turned into a wide grin. Leon chuckled as he watching Alinor jumping up and down like a rabbit, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. She could hardly help that she was so short. She gave up and begged Morgana to tell her what had amused her so much. Morgana was certainly enjoying herself now, tormenting someone she despised as much as Alinor was ever so much fun.

"You are horrible!" Alinor shouted, stomping her foot in frustration when Morgana refused to tell her.

"But I have nothing to tell you." Morgana said innocently, trying her best not to laugh. Alinor glared threateningly at her before storming off to pester someone else with her endless chatter. Morgana and Gwen burst out in laughter.

"I take it back, I think I like knighting ceremonies after all."