Chapter 2

Morgana slipped into her blue dress behind the screen.

"I can't believe Lancelot actually agreed to this!" she laughed as Gwen helped her close her dress.

"It was very noble of him," Gwen agreed, running her hand through Morgana's black curls. "I wonder what Uther will think of him."

"As long as Lancelot has no deep dark secrets, I think we'll be fine!" Morgana smiled. "I think I'll leave my hair down-"

A knock on the door interupted Morgana as she spoke. A huge smile broke across her face.

"Lancelot?" Gwen smiled. Morgana nodded excitedly. "Would you like me to get it?"

"Please," Morgana said, a nervous feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. Gwen walked over to the door and opened it. Morgana turned away and looked in the mirror, smoothing her already perfect dress. She smiled as she saw Lancelot in the mirror.

"Come in," Gwen smiled. "My Lady?" Morgana span around.

"Lancelot," she smiled in a greeting. "Thank you for doing this."

"You look beautiful, My Lady." Lancelot smiled brightly.

"Thank you," Morgana smiled. "Shall we go?"

Lancelot held up his arm and smiled graciously. Morgana placed her arm on top of his and they left the room.

The evening had gone in a flash. Uther was very impressed with Lancelot and Arthur became very jealous.

They danced the night away, and drank gallons of ale between them. In the early hours of the morning, they escaped the party and raced off down the corridor. Morgana was giggling drunkenly as Lancelot led her down an empty corridor of the castle.

"Lancelot," Morgana giggled. "Where are we going?"

He pulled her into a little breach in the wall. Morgana gasped and fell up against Lancelot's chest.

"What are we-" Morgana began.

"Shhhh!" Lancelot said, smiling at the drunk young woman in his arms. "We have to be quiet!"

"Oh shhhhhhh!" Morgana snickered drunkenly.

Lancelot smiled and softly began to stroke Morgana's cheek. She looked up at him and smiled genuinely, all trace of her drunkenness (?) suddenly gone. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Standing around the corner, watching them locked in the passionate embrace, was Arthur Pendragon.