Could it be like old times?

For the next few days the High Priestess tried not to talk to him, she refused the food and tried to ignore him, but she felt his absence while he was fighting. The mesmerizing queen still couldn't find the perfect way to seduce him without being too obvious. Merlin wasn't like any other man, she knew that for sure, but she wasn't an ordinary woman either.

The warlock tried to get close to her, but his efforts were fruitless. He didn't want to feel guilty for his outburst and yet he did, despite the fact it had occurred over a week ago. It wasn't usual for him to go like that, but he focused his frustration on his training. There were moments when those visions haunted him, but he sent them away as soon as they appeared in his mind. The future was not set in the stone after all, it was something that life had taught him.

Finally, the clumsy novice managed to disarm his adversary without killing him. Bolin wasn't happy with this improvement of his skills, he noticed, but Helen, he had finally learned her name, complimented him. She seemed like an enchanting girl and he couldn't understand why someone like her would spend her time in such inappropriate company. Bolin had been really furious when he'd seen her speaking to him. Probably would forbid her to come next time. It's better that way. It is not a place for a lady.

One night, while Merlin lay wrapped in thoughts, he heard Morgana's steps coming close to him. Pretending to be asleep, he kept his eyes closed, curious what she was going to do. She did nothing. She simply stopped, uncertain. He couldn't see her, but he could guess that something was troubling her. Finally, she spoke.

"Merlin" she cried. Her voice was so feeble. Merlin watched her surprised. He knew her better enough to realize that she had to have been really desperate, if she had decided to come to him.

''Come here, Morgana.'' She wasn't sure if she should listen to him, but she felt that she couldn't stand up anymore and dizziness overwhelmed her. He reached to her in time to catch her as she passed out. The warlock held her in his arms and took her to his bed. Morgana was wet and frozen and he couldn't stop wondering what had happened. Soon she wake up, but she was still weak. "Stay here. You tremble'' he noticed ''Do you want my coat? It is torn and dusty, but it's warm. Are you alright?'' he took off his coat and put it on her shoulders ''That's better'' he said smiling. "You're wet, your dress, your hair. What happened?''

''My feet are frozen and I'm hungry'' she murmured. Merlin saw that her shoes were torn and also wet.

"Sit here. It's dry. They are wet, take them off."

His bed- if one could call it like that- was dry and cleaner than hers. He had gathered sticks and woods, which were plenty there, in order to protect his body from the cold stone floor. It wasn't comfortable, but at least it was warm and it was safe from the water that invaded the dungeon.

The magic being covered her with his coat and helped her remove her shoes. Her socks were even worse, it was no wonder her feet were frozen. He removed them too and massaged her feet to make the blood run faster. Morgana didn't know what to do. She watched him amazed, allowing him to take care of her. She heard him talking, but couldn't get the meaning of the words as the broken angel was distracted by how careful he was. She let him wrap her feet with his neckerchief, it was warm and smooth.

It was strange, but it didn't bother him. He had loved being a servant for Arthur and he loved to do the same for her, though this time it was different. Others hopes and feelings drove him that time. The great Emrys could be humble and he was proud of what he had done. As long as he could help her nothing could make him feel ashamed. As he finished with her he did something so strange, he called the guard.

"What do you want?'' a soldier shouted at him

"Can you carry a tray full with food on your head and walk at the same time?'' he asked. It was the stupidest and childish idea that he could have come across, but as he didn't have another so it was worth trying.

"Are you mocking me?'' he said on a grumpy voice

"Well, she bet that you can't'' he said

"If I can what could you offer?'' another solder interfered

"I don't think you can"

"I do'' they answered. Merlin couldn't believe his luck. All those years he had spent in Camelot he had learnt some things about soldiers, but he had never thought that Bolin's solders were as idiotic and arrogant as those from Camelot.

Obviously, they couldn't and the trays fell on the dungeon's floor, but what they didn't notice was that the plates had disappeared. The sorcerer was shocked that he was still able to do it. His wrists ached horribly, but it didn't matter.

"I was sure'' he said

"Let's see if you can'' the soldiers answered furiously

"I don't think you have any more food. If you do, I'm ready.'' They looked at each other. ''You have only two trays.''

"Why?'' the soldiers watched him, confusion on their faces.

"There are only two trays'' he repeated "one for each of you. You need another one for me." He said all this as it was something so obvious that only a knucklehead couldn't get the meaning. The soldiers looked at each other and then they nodded. "I can try tomorrow'' Merlin added.

"Farewell. But you better be able to do it.'' they threatened and they let them alone.

"How could someone be so stupid and arrogant?'' he asked after they had gone. She watched him surprised ''They left the food here.'' he said and he took one of them and gave it to Morgana. The food was almost intact.

"How…'' the sorceress questioned.

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Meri Ley: I don't like to make them suffer, but some things must be learn in the hard way. Both of them have some issues with trust and although I can't blame them, I know trust is the first thing they have to learn. Yet, I fear it will difficult for them to let go of the past and learn to trust each other. Much of their pain will be caused by their vanity and by their mistrust. Until they are ready to accept each other as they are, with goods and bads, until they are ready to take life as it is and try to make it better, there won't be any way out of this darkness.