A/N Here is my first fanfic. I hope you like it and there will be more to come!
Arthur was pacing up and down the length of his room in deep thought. He couldn't let Morgana die, there had to be a way to get her better. He was not ready to lose her yet. This had been a wake up call to him, after Morgana became ill he suddenly seemed to realise how dull life was without her, even if it was only just to bicker with him.
He felt a sharp pain in the pit of his heart when he saw her lying there in her bed, so pale and defenceless. She had never looked defenceless in her life! Even when they were children she would be challenging him almost daily to prove that she was a better fighter than him. But now look at her, so innocent but not perfect, but he loved her anyway. She was perfect to him.
So now he sits on the side of her bed, listening to her ragged breath and hoping in his wildest dreams that she will pull through. Nobody knows he is in here, his father and Merlin believe he is out surveying the villages and his knights think he is sorting matters out with his father. So he hopes no-one comes in to see the Lady Morgana, otherwise they might have a surprise finding the Crown Prince of Camelot sitting on the King's Wards' bed holding her pale, slender hand in his worn, masculine ones.
Gaius believes that she will not pull through and that makes Arthur feel physically sick. He would give up his place on the throne just for her to see another sunrise. He can hear someone coming up the stone steps that lead to Morgana's chambers so he quickly pulls himself together and leaves Morganas' chamber from the little door at the back of the room, but not without a quick glance back at the beautiful lady who has taken a grasp at his heart.