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Chapter 2

As Merlin made his way to Morgana's chambers, his mind was racing. What will I say? What will I do? He played various scenarios in his mind of how he would like for the conversation to go. Some of the scenes ended in them embracing, while others ended with Morgana ordering him to leave because she thinks he's lying to her.

Due to his overactive imagination, he managed to walk past Morgana's chambers for quite a length. Merlin turned back and approached her door. Releasing a long slow breath he rapped two quick taps on the dark wooden door.

It was Gwen who answered her face pleasant and expectant, "Hi Merlin."

"May I come in?" Gwen opened the heavy door farther and stood aside to make room for him to enter. "I have Morgana's sleeping potion. Is she here?" He looked around the spacious room for the king's ward.

"No, but she'll be back soon."

"Okay," he said disappointedly, "Make sure she drinks half of it now, and the other half as she goes to bed."

"Alright," Gwen coughed, "Thank you, Merlin."

Merlin raised an eyebrow, "Do you have what's been going around?"

Gwen frowned, "Yes, I think I do." She coughed again.

"You should probably see Gaius before it gets too bad."

She nodded in agreement, "You're probably right. Tomorrow, perhaps."

Merlin stood there for a few more seconds, awkwardly looking at his feet. Gwen considered him, and was about to ask him about the weather when the door opened.

Morgana, in all her glory, stepped into the room. Seeing Merlin there she smiled sweetly, "Oh, hello Merlin! A surprise seeing you. How are you?"

Everything Merlin had planned out in his mind had fled. He stood there, dumbfounded.

"Uh…good! I'm—good!" Without realizing it he had been standing there for a while, his mouth partially hanging opened.

Morgana gave him a queer look as she draped her shawl over the back of a chair.

"Gwen, could you get me some water?"

Gwen nodded and left the room. And they stood there for a while, complete silence, awkwardly waiting for the other to speak.

Merlin gave up, "Well, I'll be leaving," he said it quickly and made a break for the exit.

"Merlin?"

He stopped, "Yes—my lady?"

She grinned, "Thank you for bringing me the potion. And send Gaius my gratitude, would you?"

"Of course." He removed himself before he did anything else stupid.

A long frustrated sigh left his lips. What was that? He almost ran smack into Arthur as he rounded the corner.

"Merlin! Finally! I've been looking for you for ages. Where have you been?"

Merlin shrugged, "I was running errands for Gaius."

Arthur turned back the way he had come and motioned for Merlin to follow. "Well, I need my armor cleaned and my knives sharpened. I'm training the new knights tomorrow and…" merlin stopped paying attention because his thoughts were still centered on Morgana and the prophecy. He wondered how the chain of events would proceed after he shared his secret with Morgana. Will she be happy? Relieved? Would she think he was playing her? He had absolutely no idea. All Merlin could do is hope for the best.

"You know what I mean? It just makes sense that way. Right?"

"What? Oh—yes, it makes perfect sense, sire."

Arthur stopped Merlin with a hand to his chest. "You haven't the faintest idea what I've said, have you?"

"No."

"No." Arthur scoffed, incredulous, "Honestly, Merlin." He walked past Merlin. Merlin fell into step next to him as they made their way to Arthur's chambers.

The next day, Merlin was forced to endure an entire day of target practice. Merlin was the target, naturally. He had axes, knives, and other assorted weapons thrown at him by the knights in training.

"Isn't this the just most fun you've ever had? I know it is for me!" Arthur said as he patted Merlin roughly on the back after Merlin had recovered from being knocked down by the force of an axe against his wooden shield.

"Ha ha. Very funny," Merlin said, not at all in good spirits.

"Ah. See now you'll learn to listen to me when I'm speaking to you." With another rough jerk, Arthur bounded off to congratulate the knight-to-be who dismounted his servant. Merlin mumbled profanity as he gathered the weapons at his feet.

"And I want all of those blades polished," Arthur called across the field."

"Yes, sire," Merlin mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

Merlin was at last finished with the seemingly endless task, he went to Arthur's chambers, did what Arthur ordered, and then walked tiredly to the chambers of his own. When he entered the room there was no sign of Gaius. Merlin strode over to the table where a plate of food sat next to a small worn piece of parchment. Tending to Gwen, she is ill. I shall be back when I can.

Merlin sat on the wooden bench and prepared to eat his stew. His spoon had not yet reached his mouth when the door creaked open.

"I just read your note—oh. Morgana—I mean, my lady." Merlin stood up quickly and bowed slightly. Morgana smiled and stepped further into the room.

"What note?"

Merlin stood rigid, "Oh, I thought you were Gaius. He left me a note saying he wouldn't be back until later."

Morgana seemed disappointed, "Oh, alright. I only came for my sleeping potion."

"Ah, here you go." Merlin turned and headed for Gaius's potion table and picked out the bottle designated for Morgana. "Do these help with your nightmares?"

She looked pained, "Not really, but it's better than nothing at all."

Merlin nodded in agreement.

"Well, thank you, Merlin."

Morgana turned to go, but Merlin suddenly stopped her by saying, "Wait. Morgana, I have to speak to you."

She faced him with eyebrows raised expectantly. Merlin stepped towards her until they were considerably close so he could whisper if needed.

"Morgana," he started slowly, not meeting her eyes, "that night—when you came to me—when you told me you had magic—"

"Merlin. Don't. It's okay, I don't want an apology." She turned again to leave.

He reached out a hand and lightly grabbed her upper arm to stop her. He took it away quickly when she gave him a questioning glance.

"That night I wanted to tell you something, but I was afraid it would be a mistake if I did."

Morgana didn't understand. She pulled her eyebrows together in confusion.

"I wanted to tell you, that I have magic. Like you."