A/N: Hi guys! I'm sorry I wasn't able to get this up sooner, but I've had a lot on my plate recently. Hopefully, I'll have more time to write soon. Anyway, here's Chapter 2!

Chapter 2

Thankfully, I had a lot of time (six months) before I had to begin high school. In those six months, I learned how to drive, got a whole new wardrobe (plus the one Morgana had already bought for me), confirmed that I already knew everything that would be taught in my classes, started working out, and came to trust my sister again. She seemed to truly regret our past life, and wanted to make things right with me and with Merlin. At one point, during one of our long talks, she admitted that, excepting Gwen, Merlin had been her greatest friend in Camelot, and that she should have seen, when he had poisoned her (which blew my mind, as I hadn't ever known that that had been Merlin), he was just trying to protect his friends. I asked her at one point if she had loved Merlin, to which she shook her head adamantly.

"He was more like a big brother to me, really. I loved Merlin, but not romantically. I always knew Merlin was in love with someone else, and would never have gotten in between them." she had replied.

"Freya." I had nodded, to which she gave me a strange look.

"The Lady of the Lake? What does she have to do with anything?"

I gave her a weird look in return. "Merlin was in love with her...she was that cursed druid girl, remember?"

Tilting her head to the side, Morgana recalled, "Wait, the beast that you killed? You killed the girl he was in love with?"

Gulping at her glare, I nodded. "But I didn't know at the time!"

"How did he put up with you?" Morgana grumbled. "How the hell did he manage to stay loyal to you after all that?"

I shrugged. "I honestly have no clue. I only found out about it after I died, frankly."

Morgana made a face at me. "Well, yeah, as if you'd known before, you'd have executed him."

Wincing, I mumbled, "I try not to think about that part of it."

She rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

It was only an hour later that I remember what she had said before, her surprise at Merlin's love for Freya. Barging into her room, I demanded, "Wait, if you didn't know he was in love with Freya, then who was Merlin in love with?"

Morgana looked up from painting her nails long enough to smirk at me. "Well, that's the question, isn't it?"

Frustrated, but knowing arguing with Morgana wouldn't yield any results, I withdrew from her room, annoyed. Who had Merlin been in love with, all those centuries ago?

Two hours later, I had only come up with a few names – Gwen, Morgana, Emma, and Lily – and these were the only girls he had ever mentioned. Morgana I could instantly dismiss, as though I had teased him about her once upon a time, I knew they had only been friends. Gwen had once had a crush on Merlin, but I don't think he had ever liked her that way. Besides, I felt a wave of old sadness wash over me, he'd had ample time with Gwen after my death, and never once had he made any advance on her. Gwen...I missed my Gwen, but it was more a dull ache than the sharp pain it had been soon after she died.

Back to task, don't think about Gwen. Emma...Merlin had mentioned her a few times as a girl from Ealdor he had been good friends with before he left for Camelot. Something in me told me it wasn't her, though. That only left Lily, one of Gwen's friends, and fellow servant of the castle. I had met her a few times, and though she was sweet and pretty, I remember her getting engaged soon after I became king.

Staring exasperatedly at my list, I heaved a heavy sigh. Back down to no one, then.

Morgana poked her head in my door. "Hey, Arthur, what do you want to do for dinner tonight? I vote we go out to that new Indian place downtown."

I nodded, throwing my list aside. "Okay, just let me throw on some better clothes." I gestured at my worn shorts and shirt.

She nodded. "Cool. You know, it's almost summer. Once summer begins, we should start making friends with the locals. We don't want to be complete misfits when we start high school."

"Got it." I nodded, picking out an outfit from my closet.

"What's this?" Morgana asked, picking up the list from the floor.

"It's nothing." I muttered, going to take it away from her, but she held it out of my reach.

"Gwen, Morgana, Emma, and Lily." she read out loud. "Why is my name on this list?"

"It's nothing." I repeated, snatching it quickly from my sister.

"Arthur..." her eyes warned me what would happen unless I spilled.

Ducking my head, I mumbled, "It's a list of possible people Merlin might've been in love with."

She arched an eyebrow. "And why would you care about that? It was a long, long time ago, Arthur. Why would you care about that now?"

"Because I do!" I answered hotly, and she smiled, arching her eyebrow even higher.

"Why?"

Taking a deep breath, I stopped for a moment to think. Why did I care? Like Morgana said, it had been centuries ago, and whoever it was surely wasn't still alive today, so it wasn't like it mattered, at least in the long run. So why did I care? It had nothing to do with me...

"I honestly don't know." I answered her finally, tilting my head in consideration. "I guess...when I found out he had magic, I was so surprised, he suddenly became this new person...and I never got a chance to know that person, you know? All the things I never knew about him I kinda associate with that other person, and I never knew about him loving someone, so," I waved my hands together, "...it just piques my curiousity..." I finally trailed off.

Morgana stared at me for a second, then shook her head. "He was always just Merlin, Arthur. I mean, I get what you're saying, but magic was just part of Merlin. He was born with magic, it was just one part of everything that made Merlin, Merlin."

"Then I just want to know my Merlin better." I replied, noticing how her eyes glinted at my words.

"I see," was all she said, then pointed at my closet, "go, get dressed. I'll meet you in ten."

I nodded, starting to pull of my shirt. She turned back suddenly at my doorway, leaning against the wood. "Oh, and Arthur?"

"Yeah?" I asked, shirt halfway off.

She gave me a slight smile. "The person you're looking for, they're not on that list, nor any you'd ever come up with." With that, she gracefully pushed off the doorframe and walked away, leaving me staring at her. My only thought – what the hell does she mean by that?

We drove in silence to the restaurant, the only sound being the wind whipping through our hair. God, I loved convertibles. When we got there, the hostess smiled at us. "Date?" she asked, eyeing me.

Morgana opened her mouth to answer, but I cut her off quickly. "Yes. Our first anniversary." Putting my arm around Morgana, I shot her a look.

"Yes. We're so excited." Morgana smiled sweetly at the girl, who looked crushed.

"That's so great. Um, this is Kristie," she turned to the girl next to her, "and she'll take you to your seats."

"Thanks." we both murmured, and the other girl, Kristie, showed us to our seats quickly.

The moment she was gone, Morgana whispered, "What the heck was that about? Incestuous much?"

"That girl was looking at me like I was a package of meat! What else was I supposed to do?" I threw my hands in the air.

"You're insane, you know that right?" she asked, shaking her head.

"I may be insane, but I'm the king, remember?" I smirked, and she poked her tongue out at me. "Real mature." I grinned.

Morgana rolled her eyes at me. I leaned forward on the table. "So," I started, and she shivered slightly.

"I'm not going to like this 'so', am I?" she asked rhetorically, and I just smiled slightly.

"So, if you weren't the one Merlin was in love with, and it wasn't anyone on that list, who was it?"

She shook her head (was that pity in her eyes?) at me. "Not telling. You'll have to ask him that."

"But he won't remember! I thought we decided he probably has no memory, otherwise he'd have found us already! It's been four months already!" I protested, and she shrugged.

"Once he gets his memories back, he will, I promise you." She sounded so sure, and I eyed her as Kristie came up to us.

"Hi! So, as you know, I'm Kristie, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Is there anything I can get you to drink?" she chirped cheerfully.

We ordered quickly (we both always ordered the exact same thing each time we ate Indian food), and she walked away.

"You're not going to tell me who is was, are you?" I checked, to which Morgana nodded, smirking.

"Nope."

An evil thought entered my brain, and I smirked back at her. "So, tell me then, if it wasn't you who Merlin was in love with, and you weren't in love with him, who were you in love with?"

Morgana spluttered for a minute before regaining her cool composure. "What are you talking about? I was never in love with anyone in Camelot."

"Darling sister, your eyes deceive you." I mocked her gently, then tilted my head again. "Come on, who was it? It's not like it matters now, does it?"

She shook her head slowly. "That's the problem, there was no one. I mean, at one point, I had a slightly crush on Leon, but it never really developed any further."

Struck by the meaning behind her words, I leaned forward again. "You mean, you never loved in Camelot?"

"I loved my sister, then she was killed." Morgana snapped quickly, then stopped herself. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"It's okay." I reassured her, and she gave me a brief smile.

"I couldn't let myself get too attached to anyone in Camelot, even before I met Morgause. I mean, even before I knew I had magic, I still had the nightmares, and I was still the king's ward. I was scared some man would try to use me to gain favor with the king. Then I found out I had magic, and I couldn't let myself consider love for fear of being found out by my love and betrayed. Then I met Morgause, and, well, you know what happened next." she trailed off.

Reaching across the table, I took her hand. "I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "I'm over it. Don't worry." But she didn't withdraw her hand from mine.

The rest of the meal we spent chatting about history. Having both lived through so much, it was interesting to compare how we saw different events. Before we knew it, Kristie was handing us the check, we were paid, and faking being a couple again for the hostess. The moment we were in the car, Morgana started laughing.

"What?" I asked, nonplussed.

"Sorry, just laughing over the fact that they actually thought we were dating!"

"That was kinda weird." I laughed.

"You think?" she snorted, then composed herself. "Well, I am your type, after all. I should be offended you haven't asked me out yet!"

I looked at her for one second before we both started cackling laughing. "'Incestuous much?'" I quoted her, then grinned. "And hey, why would you think I was your type? Gwen had brown eyes, remember, and darker skin."

Morgana bit her lip slightly, before smiling sunnily, and declaring, "I'm everyone's type!" With that, she put on some loud music, effectively ending our conversation.

Laying in bed that night, I thought for a moment about everything Morgana had said that day. Her comment about my 'type' had been a slip, I was sure of it, but how? What dark-haired, non-brown-eyed person did I know? Could that have been a hint about Merlin's old love? Rolling over, I banished the thought from my mind. Answers would come with time.

A/N: Thanks again for reading! I'd love it if some of you lovely readers reviewed, and let me know what you think! Have a happy day!