Part 2

Morgana POV

Breakfast make me extremely irritable. Every time Arthur said something stupid Merlin would laugh and as soon as he caught my eye his infuriating grin would fade and he would look straight away. I don't understand why something so small would bother me so much. It wouldn't bother me if Arthur did that. He can be a bit of a 'prat' in Merlin's terms sometimes; not that I would ever admit it.

I was desperate for this meal to end so I could escape the fervent looks from Merlin which made me blush like a school girl. I assumed he was staring at me due to the many times our gaze briefly caught, but then I could be just imagining his attention. He could be looking at Gwen for all I knew. He and Gwen were quite close after all. Closer than I was with her. And she was definitely closer to him than I was.

I was so wrapped up I barely registered Uther and Arthur leave. However, the cause of my irritation had not left yet. I was annoyed at him for blanking me, what right did he feel he had in cutting me off? I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

As soon as I started walking towards him I knew it was a bad idea. He had no clue what he had done to frustrate me. Maybe I was just imagining it all. His ears were rather cute once you got used to them. They made him look even more innocent. But behind that adorable face was a powerful warlock. I was not going to be deceived by him just because he turned his puppy eyes on me. So I began my rant.

Half the time I wasn't even aware of what I was saying, I just stared at his changing eyes. Becoming aware of the fact his glazed expression meant he wasn't listening to me refuelled my anger. No one ignores Morgana Le Fay.

I carried on towards him hoping being nearer would mean he would register my presence. I was rewarded with a slight look of terror. As I drew nearer I realised Merlin was tall, not tall enough to intimidate me but tall enough for me to rest my head on his chest. I lowered my head at the thought.

"Morgana, are you okay?" came his voice from above me. Did he really just say that? Is it possible that Merlin cares for me? I scanned his face noticing his arm shadowing me. Would I admit that I might have feelings for this sweet caring boy? I couldn't show that I liked him.

"Yes of course I'm okay Merlin. What on earth could be wrong?" Only that I love you, I answered in my head. For a second I feared that I had said it out loud for he didn't reply instantly. Then I realised the fool was actually thinking of an answer. Could he be more stupid? I reprimanded him for that. He looked shocked at how I knew as if it wasn't written all over his face. For someone so powerful he could be incredibly idiotic sometimes.

I wanted to tell him I knew his secret, I was tired of keeping my secret to myself; I wanted to share it with someone who knew what I was going through. Someone who lived right under the nose of the man who would kill anyone suspected of witchcraft. I wanted Merlin.

"Merlin, I know your secret," I blurted out. I couldn't think of any other way to say it. At first he looked mortified but then his expression resembled one of defeat. He thought I was going to tell Uther. Did he think I was so low to betray him to his death? Oh my, he did. "Don't worry Merlin, my lips are sealed," I said hurriedly. He seemed appeased and then his eyes wondered to my lips while he unconsciously licked his own. This boy will be the death of me soon.

AN: So did you like it? Originally a two-shot but may continue depending on response. Thank you for reading! R&R please (: