Author's Note: OK, my turn! Everybody's drabbles (100-word-vignettes) are so fun to read. Here's one from me. Maybe I'll write a few. We have a whole year of time post-series-3 to fill up before S4 supposedly picks up. So that will be the subject of this work in progress.

"Guinevere,"

"I am here, my lord."

"Why hasn't Morgana come to see me?"

Gwen set down her sewing and knelt beside the fevered king's bed. "She's away, my lord. Do you not remember?"

"Oh, that's right. She's away. I miss her. When will she be returning – will it be soon?"

"I do not know, my lord."

"Tell her that I want to see her as soon as she arrives."

Gwen straightened his blankets and offered him a drink of water.

"Morgana was always very fond of you."

Gwen blinked back tears but smiled sweetly. "And I of her, my lord."