"Morgana?" Arthur asks, and I know he barely dares to believe it. He is too shocked to even smile. I can't either, although in my case, it is more because of nervousness and guilt. What is to stop Morgana telling Arthur what I did to her? She was not looking at me though, she was looking at Arthur with pure terror on her face. He reached out to her but she seemed hysterical and tried to run away. Arthur cursed and pulled her back, turning her so she had to look into his eyes.

"Morgana, it's me!" He exclaimed, but she continued struggling.

"Calm down, it'll be alright." He soothed, and with a few more words of comfort she let herself sag forward and fell into Arthur's arms. I couldn't see Arthur's expression but his fists tightened. He was obviously thinking about what could have caused someone as strong as Morgana to break down in his arms. I only noticed this for a second though, because I although I couldn't see Arthur's expression, I could see Morgana's. None of the knights were close enough to see her expression through the fog, so only I saw the deadly glare she sent my way.

"Morgana." I murmured but she said nothing. She pulled away from Arthur, her expression suddenly becoming innocent when she looked at him. She was too manipulative for her own good.

"Morgana, what happened?" Arthur asked, but Morgana just shook her head and looked down, although her eyes flickered to me with a glare so furious that I had to take a step back. How Arthur didn't see the glare was beyond me but he always been a bit blind. I mean seriously, you only had to look at me to see how dimwitted he could be sometimes. Arthur seemed to realize that Morgana didn't want to talk about what happened. His lips tightened but he let it go.

"Are you okay to ride?" He asked her, and Morgana nodded. Arthur sighed.

"Please talk to me Morgana. I haven't seen you in a year, nor have I heard your voice. I have waited so long, hoping to hear your voice again." Morgana looked touched and smug at the same time. She opened her mouth to give some smart comment before closing it again. She looked at the ground, her eyes containing both anger and sadness. Arthur's devastation was only a shadow compared to hers. She shook her head again before making her way to the horses.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow Morgana ended up sitting on the horse behind me as we rode back to Camelot. I fidgeted uncomfortably as we rode but it only made Morgana tighten her arms further and even go so far as to lean her head against my shoulder, under the pretense of sleeping. It was a good performance, I admit, but I knew better due to the fact that Morgana runs her thumb in circles over my stomach, her hand hidden by my jacket and because every now and then I would feel her press her body subtly against mine. I flinched every time she did it but that only made her continue, as well as moving onto bolder things. Once, she even pressed a light kiss to my neck that sent shudders running down my spine. It was only when we stopped for the night that I got a reprieve. She was doing it to taunt me I knew. To show me that she had absolute control over me and I could do nothing about it. I helped her off the horse as was expected, and then kept as much distance between us as possible.

As I was making dinner that night, I saw her pull a sheet of parchment from within the folds of her dress and a straight stick of coal. The parchment was ripped in several places, and my eyebrows furrowed. She ignored my look as well as Arthur's and continued to write.

"Morgana, what is that?" He asked, but she ignored him, only looking up when he started to move towards her. He put his hands up in surrender and moved away.

I took the first watch and when everyone was asleep, Morgana stood up and walked over to me on the pretense of helping and dropped the piece of paper in front of me when Arthur turned his back. She moved back to where she was sleeping and watched me, waiting to see my reaction on whatever the piece of paper contained. Curiosity won and I picked up the paper ball with a sigh. I unfolded it quickly, holding it near the fire to see it better.

This is your fault. I am going to make your life a living hell for what you have done.

I looked at the paper in confusion. What was my fault? Because we had found her and were bringing her home? But if that were the case, she could have easily run away when the knights were near, but instead she came straight towards us. That she had been taken in the first place? How was that my fault? She was the one conspiring with Morgause. Morgana just shook her head at me and mouthed 'idiot' but gave me nothing further. She turned around on her bedroll so her back was to me and I stared at her uneasily. What was she planning? The rest of my watch was spent with the same uncomfortable feeling before someone took over the watch and I dragged myself into my bedroll and fell into an uneasy sleep.