Merile Marc: Yeah, she'll get in enough trouble in just three days.

A bit tired

Merlin was really tired. He had so many things to do, but powerful as he was, he knew no spell to help him regain his energy. It was already the second week with very little sleep. Eventually, he let his head fall on the book he had been reading and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Morgana was still reading the papers. As she finished, she put them down on the table. The witch was ready to comment something against Merlin when she noticed he was deep asleep. She couldn't help smirking mischievously as she took a glance towards the knife. She stood up silently, took the knife, and tip-topping, she went close to Merlin and pressed the knife against his neck. She regretted that she would have to postpone killing him for another time as she would need him to help her escape from that land.

Sleepy as he was, Merlin couldn't register what was happening and he just grabbed her by the hand and pulled her next to him like she were just a pillow. For a moment, she feared that the knife had cut deep in his skin as she had no time to move it away from his neck. Killing him at that moment would have ruined her plans.

However, there wasn't the slightest cut on his skin and Merlin was sleeping peacefully again. He woke up just moments after as he registered that she had practically tried to kill him. There was the slightest trace of fear on his face, though.

"Have you read the laws?" He asked in a calm tone as if he had had everything under control.

"Kind of." She answered confused that in such a circumstance he would ask about those stupid papers.

"So, you know what the punishment for murder is, don't you?" Morgana started to lose her confidence, but she still had a plan.

"What benefit would my death bring to you if you were dead, too?" She decided to fight until the end although the last thing she wanted was to be face to face with Emrys. She suspected he had to be the king as the papers had his signature.

"You won't kill me, anyway. You know that you have no escape. Everyone would know it was you."

She hated him when he was so confident. "Plus…" He added before she had time to say a word. "Plus…" He smirked and caught her right hand while using his body to push her down on the floor "you are not strong enough to do that." He pointed out as he landed over her, his hands on her wrists.

The knife had scratched his skin a bit, but he didn't look upset by it. "It's just a cut." He added as he noticed her eyes on his bleeding neck. He lowered his body so his chest would press hers. He could feel her beating heart. He said nothing and that silence made her lose her breath. The witch had simply forgotten how to breathe. She wondered if she should be afraid or to enjoy the moment.

"How come I've never noticed how handsome he is when he looks at me like that? Why am I thinking about that? Think, Morgana. You have to escape or…." Those thoughts kept crossing her mind while her heart's beats made it so difficult to regain her cold blood.

Well, she didn't know what to expect from him while she couldn't help wondering how it would feel if he were to kiss her and….. She struggled to think about something else. She reminded herself that she actually hated him, that he had tried to kill her before. However, it didn't prevent her from wishing she could press her fingers over his back and kiss him…

The situation was any less awkward for Merlin than it was for her. Despite anything, Morgana was still beautiful, and having his chest so close to hers made him nervous. However, he was better at concealing his feelings than her. He knew that he could kiss her if he wanted to. She was powerless in his arms. Nevertheless, he knew it wasn't a good idea. He didn't trust himself at that moment. Kissing her would just make things worse. It would only give her more reasons to hate him. So, he snatched the knife from her hand and stood up.

"I think it's time to go to sleep. Tomorrow, you will come to tell me what job suits you." As he said that he took the High Priestess by the hand and directed her to the door. "The next big wooden door on the right is your room." He added as he left her on the huge corridor. "Good night, Morgana."

Upon saying that, he disappeared behind the closed door and she had nothing else to do, but to follow his instructions. There were soldiers in the corridor, all of them watching her, but none dared to say a word. She hadn't calmed down yet and she was sure it was visible on her face and on her posture.

The witch felt her cheeks were on fire, something that hadn't happened to her for years. Her legs were limp and so was her whole body. And it was cold there. Merlin had been so warm.

The room was full of women and children. It was a huge room but crowded as it was, there was hardly any space for anything else but lying down on an improvised bed.

Despite the many inhabitants, the room was clean, and apart from its obvious lack of any piece of furniture, it looked fit for a nobleman. Actually, it was a pity that the room had been renovated only to be used to accommodate peasants and servants. It could have been used as a ballroom. Perhaps, that had been its usage long ago.

Even if she didn't like to share the room with others, Morgana had to accept it. It was a lot better than sleeping in the woods or having to face the mighty Emrys.

She felt every glance directed towards her, but she didn't care. She wouldn't bother caring about what some peasants think about her. She did not even bother to ask if the bed she had chosen was actually taken. Morgana simply lay there and closed her eyes, indifferent to the gossip fueled by her ignorance and arrogance. The true owner, however, wasn't in the mood to start a fight and looked for another bed.