Morgana walked down the long hall towards the threatening double wooden doors. When she had entered the castle she had been greeted by most of the servants, all of whom had bowed to her, and told her how happy they were she was home.

Earlier when she had seen Gaius, the royal family's personal doctor, she hadn't known quite what to say. For a while he had been like another father for her, offering her kind words when needed.

T hought it had been Uther who had taken her in, he had been so horrible with any emotional situation that she'd quickly learned to go to Gaius instead when her nightmares kept her tossing away at night.

Part of her had been furious that Uther had confided in Gaius, but he had continued to lie so easily to her. But over the years she'd though the scene over and over, and she couldn't hate Gaius. He'd been unaware until that moment, and it wasn't as if he had told Uther to lie to her.

So after smiling and hugging many of the servants, and asking them questions about their kids, she had stopped in front of Gaius. They had stood looking at each other for a moment and then he had given her his soft warm smile and she had stepped in for a hug.

"It's good to have you home," he had whispered. She had stepped back and he had looked at her from an arm's distance. "I can't believe how different you look! Yet you are still clearly the same."

She had smiled at him, but at the moment she had gotten the unnerving sense that he was scrutinizing her to see the resemblance to Uther.

She had casually stepped back and had told him she would talk to him later. Gaius didn't know she knew.

Now here she was standing in front of those double doors and Uther was inside.

Breathe. Breathe.

She wanted to turn towards the opposite direction, but a year of running had been long enough; she had to stop at some point.

She pushed open the doors and walked in.

The room looked the exact same as it always did: open and intimidating. The ceiling was so tall and the walls were lined with giant windows. Straight in front of her was the throne, and in it the King sat, his head rested in his hand.

He looked up at the sight of her and froze. His hair had always been grey, but the time and stress made it nearly white, and there were wrinkles on his face where there hadn't been before. Everything about him looked tired.

She strode purposefully towards him, her head raised and her eyes fixed on his. "Oh you little king," she thought, "come and face me". He got up from his chair and walked towards her, when he got within a foot he reached out his hand as if to embrace her but she immediately stepped out of his reach. She refused to let any part of him touch her.

He dropped his hand and looked at her and she knew they were both remembering their last encounter.

She was at Morgause's castle and had been trying to relax by reading a book, while Morgause was in the other room. Suddenly the door was flung open and Uther Pendragon barged in, the last man she would have ever expected to see at Morgause's.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, the shock evident in her voice as she quickly looked around to see if Morgause had come in also. She hadn't.

"A letter! You left Camelot in the middle of the night leaving nothing to tell me why or where you were going!" he yelled at her, anger evident in his voice.

She had only been gone a week and a half, but the fact that he was angry at her made her furious.

"How dare you act as if I owe you anything!" she stood up.

"I have raised you as my own daughter you owe me some respect!"

She couldn't help it; she threw her head back and laughed a crazy laugh. "That's right. Father." She spit out that final word and Uther was suddenly silent. "You didn't think I heard you tell Gaius when I was ill? That you slept with my mother when she was with my father, your best friend. It seems like more than a coincidence now that you sent him to fight in your war."

Uther was stunned.

"It wasn't like that…"

"Really? And you expect me to believe you? You who lied to me my entire life."

Uther tired to gather control of the situation. "I kept it from you for your own good."

She scoffed. "Clearly. How thoughtful of you to keep from me the fact that my father is a lying cheating hypocrite with no interest in anyone but his own preservation! The 'oh so high and mighty Uther' who judges everyone, is in fact no better himself."

"Don't you dare speak to me like this! I AM YOUR KING!" he roared and stepped towards grabbing her neck and pushing her against the couch.

"That's enough." Morgause's cold voice split through their shouting, causing them both to freeze.

Uther let go of Morgana and stared at his hands in horror of what he had just done.

Her neck felt raw from where his fingers had just wrapped around it, and she took in a slight gasp of air, clutching the top of the couch behind her. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing on the ground.

Morgause spoke again, not taking her eyes off of Uther. "You will leave now and never touch my sister again. Or I swear Uther Pendragon even if you are my King I will kill you myself. Is that understood?"

Uther walked past Morgause and paused for a second with his hand on the door handle. He turned and looked at Morgana, regret and remorse clearly visible in his eyes, but she couldn't accept them. All she saw was the monster.

He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't at the sight of the women he had raised since she was a young girl staring back at him with such hatred. He turned and left, knowing he wouldn't try coming back.

They stood silently looking at each other now, Uther at lost of words and Morgana having to due her best not to thrash out at him. He didn't know that as soon as the doors had shut behind him her knees had buckled and she had collapsed onto the ground. Morgause had run towards her and wrapped her arms around her promising that everything was going to be all right.

She would have never seen him again, if it weren't for the fact that she needed proof. The thought of sharing his blood and DNA had started to eat her up inside and she had finally asked Morgause to call him and demand a DNA test. He had told Morgause in basic words that if Morgana returned to Camelot he would agree, but only if she returned.

So here she was in front of him.

"The DNA test?" her voice was cold and collected.

"You'll get it. But no one is to know that the DNA is yours and mine." His voice was just as even, the voice she had heard him use so many times with foreign ambassadors.

She nodded. "I'll make sure it is dealt with it."

Uther shook his head. "No, I am the king. I will find someone who is willing to do the test without anyone knowing."

"No." She would not trust him to not alter the results to reflect whatever was best for him– whatever that was. "I will."

"Alright."

Now that it had been decided she turned her back to him and headed towards the door.

"Morgana!" he called. She turned back to see him standing tall, authority covering him. "I am still you're king and it would be wise of you and your sister to remember that."

She raised her chin and looked directly back at him. "You are the King, but a King is just a title, nothing more."

She opened the door and left, knowing she had won.

And every king will one day fall.

Arthur was sweating and breathing heavily. He had been running drills all morning and currently Leon was the only one who would still practice with him, and even Leon was looking exhausted.

The other members of his security had given up one after another, refusing to fight him again. Normally he too would be tired, but he didn't want to stop because that meant he would have to go back to the castle where she would be.

Leon leaned over and tried to catch his breath, "Sire…."

"Arthur."

No matter how often he tried to make Leon call him Arthur, he always called him Sire, even though he was only a few years older than Arthur himself.

"I'm going to have to stop," he gasped for breath. "it has been a few hours."

Arthur nodded. "Of course."

As soon as Leon left Merlin came running over and passed Arthur a bottle of water.

"So… you done for the day?" he asked hopeful.

"Merlin," Arthur said exasperated, and then stopped realizing that he had kept Merlin here almost the entire day as well. "Go get my stuff or something."

Merlin smiled in relief and hurried off.

Arthur sighed and finally let his mind wander on the person who he had been trying so hard to keep out of his mind.

An image of Morgana covering her mouth with her hands as she leaned back a little, came to his mind and he could almost hear her girlish giggle.

But then another image came to mind – one of Morgana sitting cross-legged on his bed staring out in the distance.

"Why is she back now?" Arthur asked turning to look at Morgana. Earlier that day the Duchess of Cornwall, Morgause, had arrived and told Uther that she wished to talk to Morgana in private.

Morgause was Gorlois's other daughter and thus Morgana's half-sister, a sister who she had barely talked to in years. Someone who in Arthur's mind didn't deserve to be called a sister.

And yet here Morgana was sitting on his bed, only moments ago having informed him that Morgause had told her she wanted to be more apart of her life and how sorry she was for not having been involved all these years.

"She says she's grown up since father's death. That she's realized how wrong she was."

Morgana looked down at her hands and then up at him with her piercing green eyes. "Arthur… is it so bad to want her to be telling the truth? Maybe she is sorry."

"Morgana…" he started.

"I mean can I really blame her? She was fifteen when our father died, I can't blame her for not wanting to be taken in by Uther like I was and instead going off to boarding school."

Arthur stood up and moved towards Morgana.

"Move."

She mustered enough of her usual self to stick out her tongue at him, but then did as he said. He sat down on the bed beside her and adjusted his arm so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

He wanted to say that Morgause was an idiot for leaving her. That he would never imagine abandoning Morgana. That Morgause should have to get on her hands and knees and beg Morgana to forgive her. Instead he held her closer enjoying the heat of her body against his and remained silent.

She moved in closer to him and he knew she understood. For when had they ever really needed words?.

"Arthur?" Merlin called, coming into the room while quickly stuffing his cell phone in his pocket. He had just sent Gwen a text saying that both he and Arthur were headed back to the castle. He'd wanted to text Morgana and tell her, but that had almost seemed like betraying Arthur by choosing Morgana over him. So instead he had decided on messaging Gwen, who would probably tell Morgana.

Arthur stood up, grabbed the towel from Merlin, and wiped his face before chugging down water from the bottle that Merlin had brought.

He sighed and headed towards the door. He had to see Morgana some time or another.

Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long to update but I only recently finished my finals, but now that I'm done i'll try to update quicker! I hope you all don't hate me for this chapter, but i promise just keep reading! I'm a happy story type of girl. I hope you all were okay with the reason why Morgana left for a year, and i promise that i'll have Arthur and Morgana interact in the next chapter, which i'll hopefully update soon. Also don't forget to review to help support the ArMor Army! xx