Merlin had just started working for Prince Arthur and Gaius still had him running around bringing various medicines to people. Merlins latest task was taking a sleeping draft to the Lady Morgana. He couldn't complain though because he liked talking to Morgana. Well he liked looking at her anyway, but everyone did. The Lady Morgana's beauty was known throughout Camelot.

And now Merlin's feet had brought him to Morgana's door. He knowcked on its wood twice. When the door opened Morgana's features were as stunnning as ever. Her long, dark curls were down to her hips and her grey eyes wide and misty.


Merlin at her door? At this hour? Morgana hadn't been sleeping well since Gwen's, her servant girl, father was killed. Morgana hated Uther now more than ever. She had a coward for a king.

Morgana pulled herself from her thoughts. "What is it Merlin?" she questioned. The young serving boy fidgeted before taking a vial out of his pocket.

"Gaius asked me to bring you this." Merlin handed the sleeping draft to Morgana with a trembling hand.

"Merlin you're shaking like a leaf! Come warm yourself by the fire before walking all the way back to the physician's chambers." Morgana offered. She enjoying Merlin's company and didn't want to face the nightmares that were sure to come.

"Thank you M'lady." Merlin walked right in without hesitation to the fire mantle.
Shocking how comfortable he even.

"The dreams should go away." Merlin started. Morgana gave him a weak smile and nodded but didn't really believe him.

"Gaius' sleeping draft should help." Morgana ensured Merlin. She studied him. He had eyes as deep an an ocean and hair as black as a raven. His face had narrowed features and Morgana admired how distinctive his cheekbones were. He was tall, but scrawny and not built for fighting like Arthur.

"I should be going M'lady. Thanks you for your kindness." Merlin said as he started for the door. When he opened it Morgana thanked him again and wished him a good evening.

The minute he was gone Morgana donned a velvet green cape and took a horse from the palace's stable as wuickly and as quietly as possible. Morgana's sadness was turning bitter in her mouth. She mounted her horse and started in search of Uther's enemys.

Why is guilt sliding in her heart? Uther killed an innocent man out of his hatred for magic. Uther hears the word sorcery and no longer listens.

No. Morgana knew what she had to do. Kill Uther.