Waw, I haven't checkedIfor your reactions for a while. Okay, two months and I was surprised to see you've already followed and favourited my storys. The other one seems to be quite succesful at least for a beginner as me. Well, I guess I've hoped for some words too, but maybe they will come on the way.

Sorry for letting wait so long. There were missing part from the story and I had to recreat them. Plus I'm a really lazy person. My sister used to spoil me when I was young. I remember she used to do my homework too. She said she felt sorry for me because I had so small hands. So, blame her.

And sorry again for such a very short chapter. However, I hope the story will make up for everything. It's quite a mixture of both my ideas and Elle's.

P.S. You haven't told her, have you?

Morgana heard the words yet she couldn't understand their meaning. It had just started so perfectly. She'd been happy. The very thought that soon Merlin would be with her had made her unable to sleep of joy. It had been just perfect.

She woken up earlier and hurried to Morgause room. There had been no answer from Merlin, but her sister advised her to wait. But she'd been trying to get used to waiting him for hours and she was decided she wouldn't be able to do it anymore. So, Morgana refused to play the good girl until Morgause would send someone after him. Suddenly a pang of regret crossed like a dagger through her heart and fear frozen her to place. What if Helen had caught him? She should have never left. She'd promised to be on his side. Or maybe he was just furious that she'd left with Morgause.

The longer she waited the more darker her thoughts became. Morgana was just so afraid he wouldn't forgive her.

"You better choose because one day I might not be able to come back." Why were those words poisoning her thought? The witch couldn't imagining him not coming back. And there was that memory of his being just so cold with her. She tried her best to remember why he had been so mad with her. There was something about he not loving her anymore. But why?

Morgause tried her best to make her smile, but neither spell books nor fancy dresses or expensive jewels fascinated her. The food had no taste, the idea of dressing and undressing over and over again only to try some colourful things gave her no satisfaction. She simply couldn't wear fancy dresses or eat the best dishes when she knew he was cold in his rugged shirt and he hadn't eaten for days. The girl he'd end up caring for wasn't wearing expensive dresses. In fact even a beggar would have been able to wear a better dress than Morgana had.

And so she refused to believe the news. She'd been waiting for him and not for a grumpy soldier to tell her they'd arrived too late.

"He can't be dead." Morgana kept repeating that until she felt her legs go limp and she let herself collapse on the cold floor. She choked as her chest was just too tense to allow her to breath. It was just so painful to breath. Yet no tear escaped her eyes.

She remembered his goofy face and his adorable smile, his jokes; she almost saw his in Camelot's court next to Arthur, calling him "prat" or "clotpole" and she couldn't help a burst of laughter as tension reached the pick of her endurance. Soon, though, she bursted into tears and she didn't stop. She just pushed away her sister when she tried to calm her down. She didn't want anyone around her. She wanted Merlin and only Merlin...her Merlin.

"You better choose because one day I might not be able to come back." How stupid she'd been.

"I loved him." Morgana let those words escape her mouth for the first time. "But he never knew that. I never got the courage to tell him. I didn't know that love was and now...how am I going to live without him?"

So, shall I continue? Next chapter is longer and it's about Merlin's plans. But enough with spoilers. If you had any suggestion I'm open to it. In fact, I think it would be funny, were you to give ideas. Don't you think?