Once the Lady Morgana had re-lifted the drunkard Gwaine into as straight a standing position as he could manage she began to ask him where he resided but he interrupted her.

'Back to yours then, is it love?'

'Don't 'love' me. Do you know who I am?' she asked with as much dignity as she could muster up given the current situation.

'Who said anything about loving you? It's not really necessary, is it?' he slurred with a wink.

Morgana looked around for someone; anyone. There was, typically, no one. Not knowing what else to do, she decided that going 'back to hers' was probably the only option. With her decision made she half carried half dragged the drunken man down the dimly lit corridor, back to her quarters where, once inside, she dumped him rather unceremoniously on the floor in the corner.

The strange man began to snore and not very lightly. She stood above him, studying him for a while. Underneath all the dirt, sweat and blood he was actually quite handsome. Her eye wandered over his body, down his chest and torso. Under the thin material covering his top half she could see that he was lean but quite muscular.

'Stop it, Morgana,' she muttered to herself, shaking her head to snap herself out of her ridiculous thought tracks.

She quietly slipped back under her duvet. Taking one last look at the man in the corner she drifted back off to sleep for the night's recent events had tired her out.

*x*

Camelot's ward was woken unusually early. She lay still in her bed for a while, head turned towards the window at the far side of the room. The sun was beginning to rise and birdsong could be heard by anyone who cared to listen. It was moments like these that Morgana let her mind wander to what may have happened if she'd never met Morgause. Would she still be 'sweet and innocent'; Did she want to be?

A grunt directed her eyes to the corner of her room. Drat. She'd forgotten about the drunkard Gwaine. Without having any time to think on what to do, she heard rustling outside her door. Gwen. Doing the only thing the woman could think of to buy her some time, her eyes burned gold and the door clicked.

'My Lady?' Gwen asked tentatively.

'I won't be a minute,' Morgana almost snapped in reply. Despite the fact that Gwen was once one her most loyal friends, her closeness to Arthur annoyed Morgana something wild.

She nudged the man, who was heavily sleeping, with her bare foot. His eyes opened half way, bloodshot, probably from all the alcohol he had consumed. 'You need to hide. Now,' she muttered as menacingly as she could, considering she was whispering.

'Ah, morning beautiful,' he said all-too-loudly, his eyes opening wider and a lopsided grin appearing on his eyes. It flashed through Morgana's mind again how attractive the darn man was.

'Sh!' she hissed desperately.

'Is everything alright, my Lady?' Gwen's voice rang from outside.

'Er yes fine, just one moment!' Morgana opened her wardrobe and motioned violently for Gwaine to get inside. He did so painfully slowly allowing her to close the door and run to sit at her dressing table. Her eyes glowed gold once more and the door which had unlocked was quickly opened by her maidservant.

'You're still in yesterday's clothes, my Lady,' Gwen observed, raising her eyebrows.

'Oh yes, so I am. I must have fallen asleep in them,' Morgana shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

'I'll get you some fresh ones,' her maid decided and moved towards the wardrobe.

'NO!' Morgana shouted at a shocked Gwen. 'I mean, I'm a grown girl now, Gwen, I'd like to dress myself for a change. And choose my own clothes,' she added as Gwen continued to advance to wardrobe that might as well have been screaming 'GUILTY' for the whole kingdom to hear.

'Well if there isn't anything else my Lady?' Morgana shook her head.

'No, that'll be all, Gwen. Thank you,' she forced a smile while her maid curtsied and left the room.

'Well that was exciting, no?' Gwaine laughed, practically throwing himself out of the wardrobe.

'Get out,' Morgana hissed firmly through clenched teeth. The drunkard grinned a very annoying grin and winked at her in the mirror before exaggerating a bow and sliding through her heavy wooden door, leaving a lingering stench of ale and sweat. The exhausted Lady of Camelot rested her head in her palms; something told her that wasn't the last she'd be seeing of Gwaine.

*x*

Morgana's day passed, thankfully, without further incident from Gwaine. Well, until evening meal anyway. It seemed like a minute could not go by when the now sober-ish Gwaine did not stare at her most inappropriately across the Great Hall. While Morgana loved to be the centre of attention, this constant catching of eyes was getting rather disconcerting. She decided to finish her meal as quickly as possible and feign one of her migraines.

'Please excuse me, I feel I must rest,' Morgana said to Uther, rising from her seat.

'Are you alright, Lady Morgana?' the King asked, touching her arm momentarily, his aging face full of concern.

'I have a migraine, that is all,' she assured him, attempting a smile.

'Would you like me to send a servant to fetch Gaius?' he asked, still evidently concerned about his ward.

'No, really, I just need to sleep,' she reassured him. The king nodded and let her go.

The Lady hurried along the darkening, cold stone corridor. She felt strange, like… well she didn't actually know what. She'd been attracted to men before but this wasn't attraction. The man was a drunkard, a commoner whom she didn't even know. Why should she feel such a pull to him?

So engaged with the two metaphorical demons on her shoulder she did not hear the footsteps approaching behind her. She did not notice she was being followed until she was roughly grabbed from behind and thrown behind a tapestry hanging from a wall, all the while her mystery attacker with one hand over her mouth and holding both hands behind her back with his/her other hand.

When safely hidden, the man, for she could tell it was a man, removed his hand from her mouth but he still had hold of her wrists, so the woman knew better than to scream. She whipped her head around to find herself face to face with Gwaine. Gwaine who still had that annoying grin on his face.

He let go of her hands and raised his own to his head to show he meant the Lady no harm.

'What on earth do you think you're doing?' she exclaimed indignantly, moving her face back slightly. 'What gives you the right to come chasing after the Lady of Camelot like some infatuated little serving boy, which you are no better than by the way?'

'Well my chances looked like slim to none and I like those odds,' he said matter-of-factly.

For once in her young life, Morgana was dumbfounded; she had nothing to say. So as was completely acceptable in Gwaine's mind, he did what no 'commoner' should have done: he kissed her but only to be met with a sharp, resounding slap.

'Try anything like that again, Gwaine, and I will make sure the King has your head,' she warned threateningly, not moving from his face, ensuring he could see her eyes burning gold as he had a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

Morgana whipped around, ducked under the tapestry and walked off towards her quarters, trying not to visibly shake as she attempted to regain control over her breathing.

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A/N Yes, this was written by Emily and yes, it's making me feel rather insignificant. It's so good, please R&R to Let Emily know just how good it is, she never listens to me…Let us know you're reading this because we work hard and no one seems particularly interested…