AN- Umm, so this is my first fic so please don't be too mean, although I'm willing to hear any constructive comments.
I'm a bit of a Mergana shipper. :P
I don't own Merlin. Merlin and characters belong to their respective owners.
He thought.
Was she still alive, still out there, waiting? They had been friends, Merlin was sure of it... but, when had that changed? Did she regret joining Morgause, abandoning everyone and everything? Abandoning him.
Merlin could hear Gaius pottering around in the main room. Had she loved him? had he loved her? He shook his head. If he didn't get a move on, Athur would come and for his head. He stood, the King was holding the monthly council with Gwen and the Knights, obviously Merlin had to be there, but still he wondered if, on that fateful day he hadn't poisoned her, or mayby if, earlier he had told her of his secret. Mayby this wouldn't have happened.
And no matter how much he tried to concentrate on what Artur was saying, only one thought dominated his mind, blocking out everything else, making him feel like hell.
Morgana.