"I hate you, Arthur."

Those are the three words (words that string even if said in a loving tone which in this case they weren't) that she said to me when we were doing our bows and curtsies to say hello for the very first time.

"Morgana, that's enough, now say your sorry to Arthur."

I get ready to smirk at the small girl before me (well, we might be the same size but I'll never emit it) as she gives into my father, which everyone has to do even me, but the start of it falls away when I see her eyes with more rage then I've ever seen in my whole life.

"No! I hate you, too, I hate the both of you and want my father!"

(and I'll never tell her, not if I want my eyes scratched out, that for a second instead of the rage that was radiating off of her some grief was along for the ride.)

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"Stop staring at me."

The same little girl (now a full grown woman in every single way, any man would have to be a idiot not to see that) stood before me, ready for another day full of feuding and teasing me senseless, the same as before but without all the 'I hate yous' coming from her lips.

"I think your the one staring at me, really, am I that handsome? Oh, yeah I am."

Most the time (in Arthur talk that means all of the time) I don't mean what I say, and most of time, all of the time, I say every conceded word I can think of to either Morgana or Merlin.

Why you ask? Because I love the both of them, and that is the only time you'll hear me say it.

(but of course my love for Merlin is brotherly and that's all it is, I hope. It better be for my sake and his, my father is pretty good with a sword)

"Oh, you are."

(the world and my heart just stopped, did this spiteful, yet lovely, little creature just agree with me on something?!)

"Morgana? Did you just agree with me (most of all on that matter which you always say is 'boasting' about something that isn't true) on something? Am I dying, are you dying or is the world ending?"

"Sarcasm, Arthur, go look it up that's if you can read."

(and the world, plus my sanity is intact, but my pride is a bit on the wounded site, well, with her when isn't it?)

"I-I can read."

But talk, not so much (but that only happens around her, should that be telling me something?).

"Good one."