After talking with Arthur, and putting on a brave face, I decide to take a walk, not wanting for Gaius to see me with tear stained cheeks, and somehow end up outside Morgana's chambers. I knock softly, realizing it's gone into after dark and she's probably in bed. Just as I turn to leave, Gwen opens the door, and apon seeing my state, she pulls me in and wakes Morgana, before excusing herself to the adjacent servant's quarters to give us privacy.

"Merlyn! What's happened?" She asks concerned, notcing my puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"I- I couldn't go home like this and I didn't have anywhere else to go.. I'm so sorry, I've woken you, I should leave. This isn't proper, but then again nothing has been proper lately. Oh, I should just go, really-" I ramble nervously, wringing my hands and Morgana seems to notice my nervousness. She takes my hands in hers and smiles reassuringly.

"Tell me what's upset you. I'll always be here to listen and you can always come to me." She promises and I sigh, a small smile on my face at the care in her eyes and the determination in her voice.

"When Arthur was staying with me, the day of the final joust, he- he... kissed me." I admit, a faint blush on my face and she grins widely, squeezing my hands.

"That's wonderful, Lyn! Oh, see I told you he felt the same, and you... what?" She asks after noticing my sad expression and I shake my head.

"It isn't wonderful. I'm miserable. Before this, I could delude myself, convince myself that it didn't matter how I felt. He's a prince and he wouldn't ever grow to care for me as such, but he has and this is terrible!" I rant and she raises a brow in true confusion and I sigh loudly. "I keep replaying it in my head, and it was perfect, I allowed myself for a moment to imagine what a life with him could have been like, as ridiculous as I knew it was to think on, and then he stopped me in the courtyard earlier and reaffirmed that although he did care for me his father wouldn't approve. My heart, it shattered, and I was so angry with myself for forgetting my place. I'm a servant, his maid, and nothing else. Now I have to see him tomorrow and be reminded that it can't ever be and I don't think I can. I'm not strong enough." I whisper the last sentence, a tear slipping down my cheek and she gasps, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace as I sob, mourning the imagined future with Arthur. My 'destiny', as that daft lizard called it, which at this moment seems utterly depressing and impossible.

Morgana POV

After much arguing on posibilities and the future, Merlyn cried herself to sleep in the servant's quarters in my chambers. I left her with Gwen, who promised to watch over her, as I slipped into the hallway and straight to the room I shouldn't be at, the one I promised Lyn I wouldn't approach, angrily. I knock shortly several times before I hear him climb out of bed and shuffle towards the door, swining it open. He rubs his eyes tiredly, and pushes his messy blonde hair out of his face before raising a brow as I shove past him into his room.

"Morgana, to what do I owe the pleasure of this interruption of sleep?" He mumbles and I turn, giving him an angry look as I say the one word I know will cause the most effect.

"Merlyn."

"What about her? Is she alright?" He questions, concern shining in his eyes where drowsiness once was and I smirk at the desired reaction to her name before narrowing my eyes.

"Alright? Are you that naive, Arthur Pendragon, that you'd think she'd be alright?" I angrily retort and he winces slightly before moving to sit in a chair at the table, while I stand with my hands on my hips, ironically just as Merlyn usually does when she's cross with him.

"Morgana, what's happened? Where's Merlyn?" He continues his questioning, needing to know she's safe and I sigh, easing my anger, only slightly, reminding myself that he does care for her.

"What's happened, Arthur, is that you are an idiot. She's safe if that's what you're concerned about. I left her with Gwen in my chambers, after having her come knocking in the middle of the night, soaking wet from being out in the rain with her face stained with tears and after getting her in dry clothes, she explained that you were a complete prat as per usual and she begged me not to come to your chambers to tell you as such." I inform him and he winces, his face becoming full of guilt at the mention of her crying, before he sobers quickly.

"I- she- what?" He stutters, not understanding the changes in Merlyn's personality and I sigh.

"You really think she would let you blame yourself for her pain? She didn't want you to know she was so upset, but I wanted you to know. Lyn is the strongest person I've ever met Arthur and I've never seen her like this. Why you would give in to your obvious feelings for her and kiss her only to recant them afterwards because of Uther I will never understand." I comment as I sit on the chair opposite to him and I see his eyes widen, a blush on his cheeks in realization that Merlyn told me about the day's events.

"What did you expect me to do? Before the final joust, when I stayed with Merlyn, it was just Arthur and Merlyn, not the Prince and his maid. We were alone and I wasn't planning to kiss her, I just got caught up in it all and as much as I wish things were different, my father would never allow it." He explains sadly and Morgana scoffs, rolling her eyes at my explanation.

"Using your father as an excuse to not tell her how you feel is cowardice, Arthur. She cares for you. Uther would never allow it, sure, but you've defied him for her before, and I think if you care about her even the slightest like she does for you-"

"I heard her say it." He admits softly, interrupting my scolding and I stop abruptly.

"What?" I question, not understanding what he meant.

"When I was unconscious after I was bitten by the Questing Beast, Merlyn spoke to me and I heard her.." Arthur reveals, as he remember the three words that stood out against anything else she said as she cared for me whilst he was ill. "She told me she loved me, Gana."

"What?" I repeat, breathlessly, as I couldn't believe Merlyn admitted it, before my face quickly drops to irritation. "And you never told her you heard? Or that you felt the same? Do you even feel the same?"

"I... I was unsure as to what love was really like, what it felt like, but I think I've always known really, that ever since I met her she was always there: challenging me, teasing me, making me strive to be a better man, and a better Prince to my people. She was shaping me into the prince, the man she knew I could be and all the while I found myself changing, I saw her in a new light and suddenly I could imagine a future, one that my father would certainly never approve of, and the day of the joust it finally set in that I love Merlyn." He admits and I grin as a tear slides down my cheek and I rush forward, pulling him into an embrace.

"Arthur, that was surprisingly beautiful! If only you could articulate such amazing words to Lyn. You have to tell her the truth of your feelings." I emplore him but he steps back quickly and shakes his head.

"No. In the future, once I'm king, I might be able to confess my feelings and hope, if she decides to wait that long, that she'll have me, but all that it would do now would hurt her and is us knowing the full extent of our feelings for each other, but not being able to act on them better then not knowing at all?" He questions and I frown, realizing he's right and for now at least, Merlyn and Arthur can't admit their feelings, anymore than they already have, while Uther is still king. I agree to keep our conversation a secret and quietly head back to my chambers, hoping that Arthur's days as king approach quickly, allowing them to finally be able to be together as I know they've been meant to be since she arrived in Camelot.