Hope you enjoy this fanfic. It is written in first person from Morgana's perspective.

I, Morgana, stare out of the carriage window to see the King and his son surrounded by people. I can barely recall the memories of the past hasty week. All I can remember is the vague memory of someone breaking the news of my father's tragic death and then myself being dragged away from my home to Camelot. I now regret spending the past week in my chambers weeping and I wish I had spent more time with people I may never see again. Although I am ten, eleven later on this month I am said to look older and act mentally older. Nothing seems to have changed about Camelot since I came to here on a visit when I was the mere age of six.

I now brace myself for the crowd and make myself look slightly happy although I actually want to run home and mourn for my father. As the carriage door opens, I stand up and climb out of it with trembling legs. Just before I stumble and fall, the King offers me a hand down which I gracefully accept. Surprisingly, once he pulls me down he embraces me in a fatherly fashion. I try to reject it as Uther is not my father and has no right to do this. My father's death was partly the King's fault and though Uther says he is going to look after me I shall never be able to trust him.

"Tonight we shall hold a feast to welcome my ward the Lady Morgana," Uther announced. Normally the prospect of any feast or banquet would overwhelm me but I am nothing near feeling happy as he says this. Putting a warm smile on my face seems to speed up any situation so I try it just now however sad I feel. Soon the King summons a young woman, I would estimate to be in her late teens, who he calls my new maid. I quickly bow my head to the King before departing with my maid. My maid turns out to be called Erlina and efficiently leads me to my chambers. My chambers are beautiful and double the size of my old ones but they do not appeal to me as they do not feel homely. Erlina then shows me my magnificent dresses, some which are patterned with intricate designing and others which are made of fine silk. Lastly she shows me my jewellery which is encrusted with expensive gems.

We then begin to prepare me for the banquet. I quite happily chat to Erlina and find out that she comes from a small village on the outskirts of Uther's kingdom but she has always desired to live in Camelot.

Then she says, "I don't think I've met your kind Morgana. Most top class people I've met treat me like dirt. I thought you would be a spoilt princess."

"I was taught by my father that I should trust what I believe in and I shall get through life. I don't believe class really matters. It is what's inside that counts," I say tearily. I can tell by Erlina's face that she hadn't bargained for me to say that. Yet my father had always said I had knack of finding the right words to describe, exactly, what I feel. All this thinking of my father causes a couple of tears to run down my cheek. I try to stop them and tell Erlina that I am fine but my throat is swollen and dry. Erlina embraces me like a sister and wipes the tears away. If all life fails here and it becomes a living nightmare at least I shall know that I shall have a friend to talk to.

"Right," Erlina says. "What do you want to wear?"

As I glide through the huge double doors to the feast room, I feel magnificent in a red silk dress with gold tiers. My hair comes down over my shoulder woven in a plait and tied with a red ribbon but a few strands of hair hang loose. I can feel the silence of the room as everybody's' eyes burn on me. Drifting towards the King I ask him where to sit and he indicates to the seat on his immediate left. Mouth-watering dishes of chicken, salad and fruit cover the dishes that line the table.

Uther stands up and begins a boring speech but I have always had the skill of listening intently to even the dullest speeches. I manage to listen to every word he says unlike a few people who are just gazing into space.

He finally announces "I am proud to announce that the Lady Morgana will be permanently living in Camelot as she is my ward. To the Lady Morgana." The king toasts me and everybody follows his suit. "Now let the feast began." Everyone loads their plates with as much as they can eat except from me. Feeling feverish and nauseous I can barely eat a thing.

I want to escape the room but I cannot think of a way to get out without drawing loads of attention to myself. I shall not affect my pride and make myself appear weak.

"So Morgana what do you like to do," Uther asks. I hesitate before I answer and deeply think how to answer this completely unexpected question.

"Horse riding," I hear my shaky voice say. The King asks me some more questions as an obvious attempt to start conversation but I only give short answers - the sooner this feast is finished the better.

Finally the people begin to leave and Arthur comes to bid the King and I goodnight. As Arthur had gone to speak to his friends half way through the feast, we had barely spoken to one another.

"May I retire? I have had a tiring journey," I question. Uther dismisses me and I quickly leave the room. Erlina who was at the feast earlier had left a while ago to warm up my chambers and make sure that everything inside them is ready for my return. As I near my chambers my legs begin to tremble and I stumble and fall beside the griffin statue. I crawl behind it and my throat burns so much it feels like it is on fire. Nausea comes streaming out my mouth and doesn't stop until I feel I have nothing left inside me. My head is agonisingly pounding and I can barely function my body to crawl to my chambers. I feel the world going and hear someone shouting before I feel no more.

When I regain my conscience I do not open my eyes but listen to two voices in the distance one which is Uthers and the other someone I do not know, yet.

"How long will it take her to recover?" Uthers voice is worried. This is funny as we just met yesterday apart from my brief visit to Camelot when I was younger.

"I don't know yet," the stranger's voice replies. "She is suffering from a chest infection. It might be deadly but I will hopefully find the right prescription soon."

"S-S-So she," he breaks off here.

"Morgana is stronger than you think, sire. There are not many people who would lose their father and whose life is turned upside down who are able to hide what they really feel. You need to rest. Did you even sleep last night?" the stranger's voice questioned. I just flick my eyes in time to see Uther shake his head. The man beside him looks quite old and has grey hair. Hearing Uther's retreating footsteps I drift back into an uneasy sleep.

When I next wake up I scream and am sick again. I have just had a dream where I was walking through a forest and I ended up in darkness and pain. The pain may have just been the pain I was feeling just now but I guess there was pain felt in my dream is well.

My eyes are out of focus and I just manage to make out a figure standing over me. As I wake properly up I realise that I am drenched in nausea, urine and sweat. The bed that I am is soft but I have most likely completely destroyed the blankets. I am terrified as I feel very vulnerable and unwell. My muscles are stiff and sore so I stay lying down basically immobile. The man wipes my face clean while he speaks soothingly to me. Though I sweat, I feel frozen so the nice man lifts me down and places me in front of the hearth. He goes and fetches a few blankets to cover me. I try to utter my thanks but my throat is burning and feels swollen from the acidic sick.

Seeing this he strokes my hair and says, "You need to rest. The remedy I gave you will need time to take effect. I am Gaius, the court physician."

I guess it is sometime in the night as it is pitch black except from the flickering embers. The hours pass slowly and I am in agonising pain but I can only display this by wincing. Gaius does not leave my side and stays beside me reassuring me especially when I seem to be in pain. When light fills the room, I finally feel my eyes begin to droop.

I wake up and I manage to sit up in bed. Erlina who was sitting in a chair beside me and was stroking my hair embraces me again. I am dressed in a soft, creamy nightdress and I am clean. My throat still feels sore but I feel like I can talk.

"I was so worried about you. It has been nearly three days since the feast," Erlina says quickly.

"Next time, don't be. It would take more than that illness to finish me off," I say hoarsely. It is really pleasant to think that people who I don't really know worry about me.

"Drink this. It will help ease your throat," Gaius says. He passes me a goblet with an unpleasant green liquid in it. I drink it all at once and it freezes my throat. After that it causes a tingling sensation and then my throat feels completely normal. "I think you should stay here for tonight so I can keep an eye on you." I merely nod as I don't even think I could have enough energy to go up to my chambers. "You should rest."

I am just about asleep when Uther bursts through the door. Much to my disappointment Erlina leaves the room and Uther sits on the chair. I prop myself up and he embraces me. Before we break apart he kisses my forehead.

"I am glad that you feel better. Especially since it is only a couple weeks until your birthday," Uther says. The King is really beginning freak me out. He seems to know my entire life story but I can't imagine why he wants to stalk me.

A week later I am back on my feet and am exploring Camelot. I still feel slightly weak but I am steadily beginning to regain the weight I lost. I stroll along the Camelot streets and begin heading back to the castle for dinner (lunch). When I see Arthur showing off his sword to his friends, I halt and stare at him. Arthur's sword clashes against a boy's sword making the boy's sword fly out of his hand.

"What was that," Arthur torments the boy. "Here take your sword." Arthur holds out the sword and the poor boy tries to take it but Arthur quickly jerks his hand back. "Actually I think you will need to practise your ducking skills." Arthur swipes his sword at the unarmed boy and the boy barely has time to duck to avoid the sword lacerating him. This enrages me and I begin to tremble with anger. At home I was friends with boys who weren't able to tell one end of the sword from the other but one was an excellent archer and the other was more adept at climbing trees than any animal I have ever seen

Rashly I grab a sword out of someone's hand. I realise now why my father said at times I was a feisty beauty. As I do this Arthur ceases attacking the boy. Maybe it is because of me striding towards him with my hand clenching a sword or the look of uttermost loathing on my face.

"Fight me Arthur Pendragon," I say. My voice is shaken with rage and I can hear Arthur's friends laughing at me as they think I won't stand a chance against Arthur. I think to myself I shall show them what a girl can be made of and I shall make Arthur rue the day he was. I lunge my sword at Arthur and the battle commences.

Thanks for reading. It is all going to written from Morgana's perspective as she is my favourite character and is a very intriguing character. I haven't decided whether to put Gwen in it yet. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism or questions.