Morgana knocked on the door to Arthur's chambers. "Enter." Arthur called from within and looked up as she entered. "Finally, Merlin, I thought you had gotten lost."
Morgana stood in the doorway. "Merlin." Arthur started, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting, sire."
"For what?"
"Your orders."
Arthur looked around, "Um. Are you okay?"
"Yes, sire. I'm fine." She smiled.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Okay." Arthur said, drawing the word out. "You can get me something for breakfast."
"Yes, sire." She said and curtsied.
"Merlin, did you just curtsey?"
Morgana's mind raced trying to think of an excuse. "It's the new fashion, sire, men and women curtsey now, but do you really want to talk about this? I thought you were hungry."
"Yes." Arthur eyed his manservant suspiciously. "I am."
"Then I shall go and get your meal, shall I?" She turned and left, taking a deep breath as she made her way to the kitchens.
She needed to act more like Merlin. How did Merlin act? She stopped and rearranged his body into a more slouching position and walked heavily towards the kitchen. That was more like it.
Once in the kitchens she made Arthur a plate, putting together food that she remembered getting when she was living in the castle. As she was going back up to Arthur's room she ran into Gwaine who snatched a piece of cheese from the plate. "Slow today, aren't you Merlin?" He chuckled.
"Put it back." She said and stamped her foot. No, that's not how Merlin would act. "Gwaine. You know that's for Arthur."
"Of course, but we both know he doesn't need this much food." Gwaine laughed and bit into the cheese. "How many belts have you had to perfect?" He laughed again and finished off the piece of cheese, "Cheers." He said, snatching the apple of the plate and walked away.
Morgana pursed her lips. That man was all about food. She shook her head and stepped forward bumping into Guinevere and dropping the plate of food.
"Oops," Guinevere said and bent down to help her friend pick up the food he dropped. "Clumsy as usual, eh, Merlin."
"Yeah. Sorry." Morgana said and smiled up at the woman, trying to hide the hatred she felt towards her.
"I guess you have to get another plate for Arthur, huh?"
"I guess." She said straightening, holding the plate of dropped food.
"You could just deliver it like this. He would never notice." She giggled.
Morgana smiled and pretended to laugh. Guinevere looked at him, "Are you alright, Merlin?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
She looked at her funny, "You just seem off today."
"I'm not. I swear." Morgana tried to think of something Merlin would say, "I'm fit as a horse."
Guinevere winced, and Morgana assumed she succeeded in sounding like Merlin. "Okay. Well, you be careful." She said and pat the shoulder of her friend and went on her way.
Morgana watched as she left, and once out of view, allowed her true emotions through. She would end her. She would watch as Guinevere died by the hands of her best friend, not knowing that it was really Morgana. Then, she would watch as Arthur died from the loss of his love and from the betrayal of his only real friend. The kingdom would fall apart and be ripe for the picking and who better to pick it than Morgana?
