Apologies for the extremely long delay in updating this fic. I appreciated all of your reviews and you've finally inspired me to get round to posting this final chapter. Unfortunately, I probably won't indulge in writing many more Arthur/Morgana fics because I now mostly ship Arthur/Gwen. But who knows, maybe I might write a one-shot or something if you guys want one and I get bored!

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

Spring seemed to have come early to Camelot that year. Wherever Morgana went she saw fields full of daisies and patches of beautiful wildflowers, bursting out of the lavish grass, despite the fact that it was only mid-February. One particularly sunny afternoon, she and her best friend Gwen were making daisy chains on the grass and watching the knights train.

"Are you going to be at the ball tonight?" Morgana asked her friend. "Yes, I'm helping serve the food I think," she replied. Morgana sometimes felt sorry for Gwen having to serve all of the rich people their delicious food and clean their chambers, when she also had her own house to help take care of, but Gwen claimed to enjoy doing the work. After all, she and her father needed the money.

Morgana's attention was diverted as Gwen elbowed her and nodded at the group of knights. "Oooh, look at that one there. He looks handsome," she said, pointing at a knight who was wielding his sort theatrically, a little way apart from the rest of the group. "That's Sir Henry. He's new here and I've heard that most of the women round here like him." Morgana answered, nudging her friend teasingly. "I can see why," Gwen smiled. This was a favourite pastime of the girls – admiring the knights of Camelot whilst they practised. Morgana usually had a few snippets of inside information on them which made it all the more fun.

Just then, Arthur stepped up to demonstrate a move and Morgana found herself focusing on him. Although he was the youngest, he was by no means the smallest and also probably one of the best. He'd almost completely shaken off his childhood by now; his body was well-muscled and quite tall. His face was beginning to show the faint beginnings of a beard, but at the same time was still slightly round – the only trace of boyishness left. Morgana watched as his golden hair caught the sunlight and seemed to glow.

She jumped as Gwen coughed slightly. "What did you say sorry?" she asked, tearing her eyes away. "Oh, um, nothing important. I was just asking what you were going to wear to the ball, but it's ok, you can go back to staring at Arthur." Gwen answered. Morgana couldn't quite keep down the faint blush in her cheeks as she said "I wasn't staring at Arthur; I was watching all of them". Gwen hesitated and then said softly "It's okay, you know. To tell me, I mean. It's obvious you like him Morgana and I promise I won't tell anyone." Morgana looked down at the grass, fighting the increasing blush she felt creeping up her face. "He's just my friend, Gwen-"she paused"-and my adopted brother." Gwen nodded understandingly "Of course," she said, tactfully refraining from mentioning the bright blush on Morgana's usually pale complexion.

Evening fell and Morgana was in her chambers, getting ready for the ball. Although she would never tell anyone, she was a little nervous of what Arthur would think of her dress. It was lower cut than anything she'd worn before and this added to her nervousness as she waited for the ball to begin. Meanwhile, Arthur was pacing in his room, fiddling with the clasp of his cloak. He wondered if Morgana would like the new tunic he was wearing. Arthur generally thought it was girlish to worry about clothes, but he couldn't help spending all of the time leading up to the ball worrying about the impression his outfit would give, particularly to a certain girl.

The candles flickered in the Great Hall as the ball began. Arthur was talking to some friends, but at the same time he kept glancing at the doors of the hall, waiting for her to appear. When Morgana stepped into the hall, holding her head high and smiling regally, many heads turned to look at her. Arthur let out an involuntary sigh as the candelabra threw light on her slender figure. She wore a long, midnight blue dress, which dipped low on her chest and clung to her figure, highlighting her curves. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back, loosely held off her face. Blue sapphires shimmered on her necklace and golden charms dangled delicately form her wrists. Transfixed, Arthur could do nothing but stare. Morgana tried to avoid looking at him and instead walked immediately over to where Gwen was serving wine.

"Arthur's staring at you," was Gwen's whispered greeting. "Is he?" Morgana tried to sound nonchalant, but the excitement in her eyes gave her true feelings away. "Arthur stares at all girls," she said, and Gwen didn't think she'd imagined the hint of jealousy. Morgana tried to look discreetly over her shoulder at Arthur, catching his eye by accident as she did so. She turned away again and quickly struck up a conversation with some ladies of the court.

Not long after, the dances began and, as was the custom, Morgana had to dance with Arthur. Glad of an excuse to actually look at him, she stepped forward to take his hand. Arthur couldn't keep his eyes off her face and as they danced he forced himself to think of other things to avoid getting lost in her dazzling eyes. When the dancing had ended, they both walked over to the drinks table, slightly breathless. Morgana blushed lightly as Arthur handed her a drink. His heart thudded in his chest as he attempted to speak. "Are you hot?" he asked her. "A little," she replied. How could she keep so calm over this, Arthur wondered. "Well…um…maybe we could go outside to cool down," he suggested, hoping it sounded much manlier than he felt.

They slipped out and headed to the grassy area near the large doors to the Library. Morgana sat down in the grass, Arthur following her lead. "It's so crowded in there," she commented in an attempt to make this a little less awkward. "Yeah, sometimes it's a bit much, isn't it?" he replied. He noticed her hands fiddling with the grass and wondered if she was actually as nervous as he was. "Do you want me to show you how to make a daisy chain?" she asked him.

Normally, Arthur would have refused and told her that daisy chains were far too girly, but he decided that he couldn't ruin the peaceful atmosphere and, in the end, whatever Morgana wanted was fine by him. Not that he would ever admit it if anyone asked. So thy sat underneath the stars, with the man in the moon as their only witness. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Arthur held out his hand. "Okay, hold still Morgana," he said, taking the chain he had made and wrapping it gently around her head like a circlet.

Morgana held her breath as she felt his hands caress her when he put the daisy chain on her. Arthur felt her tense up a little and his heart rate increased again. Before Morgana could process what he was doing, Arthur leant towards her and gave her a gentle, timid kiss. She froze, overwhelmed by the feelings and thoughts flying around her brain at a thousand miles per hour. Then, coming to her senses, she pulled him closer and kissed him straight back.

Morgana's half embarrassed, half overjoyed face and Arthur's bashful grin were unnoticed by most people as they re-joined the ball, deliberately staying away from each other. But nothing could stop the small smile of delight spreading across each of their faces as they re-joined their friends on opposite sides of the hall. Gwen looked at Morgana knowingly and said quietly "I told you so."

That night, both Arthur and Morgana lay in their beds on opposite sides of the castle, but with their thoughts as one. Both of their minds lingered on that first, sweet Valentines kiss.

Well, there you go :) I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews are welcome (both positive and negative).