Everyone stares. I smirk as I walk through the crowd, watching men gulp if I so much as glimpse their way. Or even if I don't. Gwen stands behind me as I sit at the high table, and grins as she leans over to pour me some wine.
"You are going to give those men a heart attack at this rate." She whispers in my ear, still pouring the drink.
"Would make the night more interesting. Can't beat our feasts for entertainment." I whispered back, echoing words from long ago, when I was convincing Arthur to search for a cure for Merlin when he was poisoned. A deep sense of sadness overcame me as I remembered those times. Should've let him die. For once, Gwen didn't seem to notice my mood and giggled before stepping back, ever the faithful servant. Unlike the Traitor.
The night passed by in a blur after that, my smiles were false but people seemed to buy it. Eventually though, the joyful atmosphere and merry music got to me and I stood up abruptly. Uther turned to look at me, surprised by my sudden move.
"I am tired my Lord. I think I will return to my chambers." I said stiffly and Uther frowned for a second before smiling at me.
"Of course Morgana. I will see you tomorrow."
"Of course my Lord." I lowered my head and Uther nodded back. He turned away, already losing interest.
I slipped out through the servants door, not wanting to attract attention and leaned against the cold stone wall, rested my head against it. I could hear the music coming faintly from within the room and hummed along quietly, not finding it as irritating now that I was out of public view. I shut my eyes and sighed quietly, a small smile creeping onto my face. The first real one since Merlin had destroyed the staff under Camelot and ruined Morgause's plan.
I felt a tug on my hand and was pulled out of my reverie by someone pulling me against them gently. Their hand still held mine.
"May I have this dance?" The voice was familiar and mixed emotions filled me as I looked up at him. He gave me his trademark cheeky grin and I smirked back.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll try and stab you or something?" My voice projecting false innocence.
"Nope." His lips popping on the P. It was only at this moment that I realised we were dancing, our bodies moving slowly and gracefully with the music. I caught myself and tried to step back, but Merlin held on.
"Let me go Merlin." My voice betrayed my irritation but still he held on.
"Come on Morgana. For just one night, let's forget this pointless battle. Forget we are enemies. For just one night, let us pretend that we could keep what we once had. Truce?" His voice was beseeching, his desperate eyes impossible to deny. I nod once.
"One Night."
