Snow
A/N: A little oneshot inspired by school today, seeing as Scotland is yet again experiencing snow (surprise surprise). Set when they're younger (and for the purpose of this story, Merlin has arrived by this point).
"And so, it was then that the war began. From the start, it was obvious that Camelot would win. We are a fine kingdom, and truly better than any other. Cendred's first attack was a feeble attempt to weaken our defences..."
Morgana rolled her eyes and drummed her fingers lightly on the table. Her purple gown was itching after hours sitting in a history lesson, or rather, a lesson in how supposedly amazing Camelot was. She sneaked a glance at Arthur, who was busy calculating the perfect sword fight on his parchment.
Sir Geoffrey paused for a second, and then resumed his rant about how weak and idiotic Cendred was. Morgana let out an audible sigh, wishing yet again she could be as carefree as Merlin and Gwen. They were probably outside, running wild about the square or strolling around the market. She glanced out the window wistfully, and was taken aback in shock.
"Arthur!"
Arthur jumped in fear as Morgana squealed excitedly and pointed to the window with a shaking hand. He followed her gaze and leapt up from his chair.
"It's snowing!!"
Morgana and Arthur grabbed their cloaks from the corner and hurriedly fastened them, pulling on their outdoor boots. Sir Geoffrey stopped mid-sentence and stared at them in wonder.
"But children, your lesson!"
Morgana and Arthur were oblivious to his pleas, as they raced down the winding staircases and into the courtyard, where huge, white flakes lazily floated down from an equally white sky. Gwen and Merlin were already laughing and running around, their clothes soaked with snow.
"Oh Arthur..."
Arthur turned to look at Morgana. Her curls were dusted with a thin layer of snow, like the finest sugar, and her lips were turned up in an innocent smile that was explained by the large clump of snow in her hand.
Arthur was knocked backwards by the force of her snowball, and got to his feet as Morgana ran away, her infectious laugh echoing back.
"I'll get you for that, Morgana!" he called, gathering a pile of snow. By this point, Gwen had already taken Morgana's side and was helping her to collect as much snow as possible.
Morgana yelped as a tonne of snow was poured down her back by Merlin, who fell face first into the snow as Gwen hit him in the face with her snowball.
Soon, the four of them were all soaked to the skin and covered in a thick layer of white. The servants and courtiers passing through the courtyard looked on disapprovingly as snowballs flew in every direction, often missing their targets and hitting the windows.
The four of them collapsed in a heap on the ground, their faces bright red. Morgana and Gwen now had limp strands of hair plastered across their foreheads, ruined by the snow. As they all began to laugh and try to sit up, a loud voice made them all freeze.
"What on earth is all this?!"
Arthur looked up to see his father standing over him, his face like thunder. He glared at the children.
"Well?" demanded Uther. "I was under the impression you and Morgana had lessons just now."
Arthur was about to answer when the King suddenly yelled out in shock and wriggled around in discomfort. As he struggled with his cloak, Morgana emerged from behind him, her face smeared with guilt as Uther managed to dislodge the large amount of snow she had just pushed down his back.
A/N: Reviews greatly appreciated, danke. :)