A/N: Thanks to, Sparrows Magician, Paladinobr, TJTMaria, readernurse, and Ohmygoshmerlinstolemygameboy for the wonderful cupcakes for you! Sparrows Magician's fic, "Unwelcome Arrangement" is defiantly worth your time. Why not check it out?

"Stay up late and we'd talk all night, In a dark room lit by the TV light. Through all the hard times in my life, Those nights kept me alive." -Those Nights, Skillet.

It's late. They're lying in the same bed. They had spent almost the whole day together. Writing a speech for the people to show that they weren't here to rule with an iron fist but to be the peoples' friends. He had spent some of the day training, his teacher telling him about how to feel the movements of his enemy. She spent her time away from him, sitting in her room, thinking of all that happened.

She was staring in the mirror, looking at herself, remembering all that happened.

She was queen and had the power to make Uther suffer as he had made her suffer. That's what she wanted. It was a bonus that Merlin was with her.

Morgause was deluded. She had no feelings for Merlin. He was nothing to her. I do truly think he will make a good king. She thought. Yes, they had made love but she had also hurt Merlin.

She did not have feelings for Merlin.

And when they had met again, Morgana had to keep Merlin in line, she caused him pain. Reluctantly, she hated it when she did that to Merlin but she wanted to keep Merlin around. Not that she had feelings for him but…because...well, she didn't know exactly why. He's useful. That's why. She told herself, unconvincingly, in her mind. She explained to him why she had to do and he understood far too easily.

She missed that part of him. The part of him that questioned things. Now, whenever she said something, he would automatically agree.

"Do you miss it?" Morgana asked turning on her side to place a hand on his bare chest.

"Miss what?" Merlin asked, gently placing a hand on hers.

"Miss your life before all this happened." Morgana clarified.

"I don't know. I don't remember much. I know I was Arthur's servant and that I had a friend named Gwen. And I was Gaius' ward." Merlin replied.

"Do you miss any of them?" Morgana asked.

"Well, I miss Gaius a lot and Gwen. Arthur maybe a bit."

"Hmm…" Morgana snuggled closer to him. She felt bad for him. She missed her maid too. She missed the way Gwen did her hair and how they used to talk about everything. And she missed Arthur and how they had traded insults with each other. She missed Gaius and how he had tried to help with her nightmares.

Worst of all, she missed the Merlin before she had taken over every aspect of his life. She missed his resilience and stubbornness. She missed his dark humor and the banter between him and Arthur. She missed the real Merlin.

But if she let go of this Merlin, she wouldn't have one at all. Not that I need to have Merlin in my life.

"Morgana?" Merlin started. "Will you...you know...give me my sight back ever?"

Morgana thought about it. What if his sight changed him? What if...what if she lost him again? But he sounded so pitiful. Morgana's hands crawled up his chest to his eyes.

"Cael golwg." She whispered.

Being healed by Morgana was like receiving a Christmas gift. It felt amazing. All the colors around him. He felt so privileged to be able to see. How had taken sight for granted?

And the first thing he saw when he could see again was Morgana, in all her beautiful glory. She was wearing a transparent nightgown. She was half on, half off him.

"Thank you." Merlin whispered, pulling her on him. "Thank you Morgana." He put his hand on her back and brought his lips to hers.

An explosion. That's what it was like. His entire brain exploded. He wasn't chained. He wasn't in pain. She wasn't kissing him. He was kissing her, freely. And she wasn't pulling away.

Amazing, breathtaking, stupendous, mind-blowing, astonishing, phenomenal. There were no words adequate to describe this moment.

They were ravishing each other. Nails digging into skin. Lips moving all over each other's bodies.

And it wasn't lust between them, no, oh no. This was far powerful. It was true love born from true hate.

When Merlin had the chance to speak, three words came out, "I love you." And it started again.

Lips. Tongues. Hands. Pants thrown casually on the ground. Nightgowns disposed of like trash. Hot. Love. Pleasure. Enjoyment. Perfect. Nothingness. Bliss.

And neither could see how their magic connected as they connected together.

They were made for each other.

Arthur sat in the corner of the cave, his hand on his head looking miserable and despondent. Leon walked up to him, some stew in his hand.

"How are you feeling?" Leon asked.

"How do you think I'm feeling?" Arthur demanded, suddenly angry. "My two best friends sit on the throne of Camelot. Merlin and Morgana are king and queen and they're married. They both betrayed me!" He puts his head in his hands.

"Sire," Leon said. "Morgana was my friend too, as was Merlin. We both know there has to be some logical explanation."

"Merlin would never do something like this." Gaius spoke up. "I know him, he's like my son."

"Well, isn't this an emotional little scene." Gwaine announced, then grinned. "Does anyone have any mead?"

"People of Camelot!" Morgana called out over the large crowd that was gathered beneath the balcony. It's morning and Merlin and Morgana spent the entire night together. Merlin sweeps his eyes over the crowd and then looks down at his hand, entwined with Morgana's. "Today is a start of a new Camelot. We are lifting the ban on magic." There is a loud collective gasp from the crowd. "My father, spent his entire life ridding this kingdom of magic. As you all know, I have magic. It's not a curse, it's a gift. Everyday, I woke up knowing that I could be executed for who I am." Morgana took a deep breath. "From this day forward, practicing magic is not punishable by death. However if you use magic for a wrong thing. If you kill someone with it, without a good reason, you will be tried and I and King Merlin will decide your fate."

"I know this is a huge turn in power." Merlin started. "But we're here to be your friend more than your ruler. Tonight, we are holding a party for everyone who wants to come."

"We're not here to hurt you, we're here to make Camelot a better place. I know you miss Arthur, I do too. And if he were to come here, I would gladly give him a seat on the council. He's my brother and he's a good man."

"Servants are not just servants anymore. It's okay for a noble to be in love with a servant. Ranks don't matter when it comes to love." Merlin stated. "We'll see you at the feast."

Then, there's complete silence. And then one clap, and more clapping. And the crowds cheering.

"Long live the King! Long live the Queen!"

"A feast!" Cenred growled. "What the hell is your sister doing?" Morgause and him were pacing in her bedroom.

"It seems as though Merlin is changing the way Morgana is acting. She healed him, you know? He's not blind anymore." Morgause said calmly, controlling the rage inside of her.

"That's it! We have to get rid of this Merlin!" Cenred decided.

"It will break Morgana in two!" Morgause argued.

"Who would you rather sit on the throne? Merlin and Morgana? Or Morgana and I?" Cenred demanded. Morgause bit her lip. "You think Merlin is a better king than I?"

"Camelot loves them." Morgause admitted, bitterly.

"Then the time for talking is over. I was suppose to be king!" Cenred roared.

"I will not harm my sister!" Morgause protested.

"Forget about your sister!" Cenred told her. "Your sister has betrayed us! For a servant! She has forgotten about you!"

"No…" Morgause muttered.

"Then I'll get rid of them myself." Cenred said determined.

"No! You will not harm my sister!" Morgause said protectively.

"You just watch me." Cenred said deviously.

"You have failed me Cenred." Morgause growled.

"No, Morgause, Morgana has failed you." Cenred opened the door. "And I would rather fail you, than watch a servant sit on my throne!"

"Princess!" Gwaine called as he entered the cave. "There's going to be a feast. Anyone's invited, I'm going!"

"What hold on? What's going on?" Arthur demanded.

"The king and the queen are holding a feast. They've lifted the ban on magic and they are allowing nobles and servants to be in love and get married." Gwaine explained. "Heard in the tavern."

"And this, tavern, are you sure this is the truth and not just rumors?" Arthur asked but caught Gwen's eye.

"It's very reliable." Gwaine said certain.

"Why does your word not reassure me?" Arthur muttered. "Leon!"

"Yes sire?"

"I think we should go. Figure what's going on." Arthur said. I might be able to redeem them. And find my father. "Leon, Gwaine, and Kay will come with me."

"Are you sure sire?" Leon questioned.

"All the evidence says that Morgana and Merlin are evil, but I refuse to believe that."

Merlin's busy training when Morgana comes over to him. "I have to find you something to wear to the feast."

"Why can't I wear this?" Merlin asked, looking down at his chain mail. "Or what I wore when I was crowned king?"

"Oh, Merlin. You are the king, you are not a servant anymore. You must always look your best." Morgana pulls him off the field. "Come."

"Try this on." Morgana throws him a red ornate tunic. She's standing over their bed, clothes spread all over it. Merlin's standing in the middle of the room and proceeded to take off his shirt.

"Morgana?" Merlin whispered. "What did you do to me?"

Morgana turned around, facing dropping when she sees the way Merlin is staring at the brands on his chest. "Oh… I…"

"Please take them off. I can't do it myself, that's the nature of these magical brands." Merlin begged. Morgana walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest.

"Curar." Morgana whispered without a second thought. When she moves her hand away all that's left is magical ink.

Mine.

She doesn't want to get rid of that one. Because she doesn't want to lose Merlin.

"Please keep that one." Morgana whispered.

"You claim me has yours, I'll claim you as mine." Merlin said huskily. His hand moved her lower back. "Pintura que o meu." She could feel the words write across her skin.

Mine.

His eyes darkened with lust and their mouth meet. She fisted his hair, as he lightly touched her hips. He slanted his mouth against hers and she can't help but notice that his mouth fits perfectly against hers. He pulled her closer. He can't help but notice that she fits perfectly, molded against him.

Morgana felt nothing but perfectness, in his arms.

She wishes this is real.

Because she knows,

She's living a lie.

A/N: I want to finish up the story by the end of this week. (By next Monday.) Hopefully, Morgana wasn't OOC, I honestly think that her and Merlin would make perfect monarchs. Just as good as Gwen and Arthur, if not better. Merlin and Morgana balance each other. Morgana's far rasher than Merlin and has a tendency, not to think about things before she does something. While Merlin, usually comes up with a plan before. They both have magic. Morgana also isn't as forgiving as Merlin and Merlin isn't as vengeful as Morgana. Merlin also knows what it's like to live as servant and as a commoner. So, the next chapter is the feast, and Arthur, Gwaine, Leon, and this other knight, Kay are going. What's going to happen? Merlin isn't blind anymore btw. I also wanted to pay attention to Merlin and Morgana's relationship. Before it was hatred and loathing, then it was Morgana just playing with Merlin's mind and hurting him. Now, Morgana seems to like Merlin a lot, but is denying it to everyone else, Morgause especially. Oh, and on that note, Cenred and Morgause had a little fight. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Please review:)Always makes me write faster.