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Merlin was tidying up Arthur's chambers the next day, trying to comprehend how in Camelot's name the Crown Prince could make such a horrendous mess for such a short period of time, when he heard the door creak. Morgana walked in, looking magnificent as ever in her sapphire blue gown.
-Lady Morgana –he exclaimed surprised- Arthur is not here, he is training with his knights.
-I believe we have reached the point where you can leave out the "Lady" part, Merlin – she laughed as the boy smiled bashfully. – I'm actually here to see you. You said yesterday that you can teach me to control my powers.
-Yes, well, I am hardly fit to be a teacher, really, but Gaius gave me this book-
-Does he know?-Morgana cut him off, her face suddenly becoming serious-About me?
-He knew that your dreams are prophecies and he does suspect that you have magic but I haven't told him anything…
-Don't. Please, don't tell him.
-But wh-
-He knew, Merlin. And even now, he's lying to me. He has been, apparently, all my life.
The young warlock nodded, promising not to tell Gaius anything. He didn't completely understand her, but he could see the pain and the feeling of betrayal written in Morgana's eyes. Before he could say anything, she changed the topic.
-So, how are we going to start? Can you teach me how to move objects with my mind? Actually, why aren't you using magic to clean up after Arthur?
-You should only use it when you really need to. You have to be extremely careful, you can get caught otherwise. –Merlin explained. He looked around until he saw the unmade bed. But you do have to start from somewhere. Look- He pointed at the bed and whispered Dæfte þæt bedd.The covers quickly creeped up and the Prince's bed was made in seconds.
-That was amazing –Morgana almost shouted –Let me try it- she crumpled the covers and then looked at the bed, concentrated and said Dafte þæt bet.Nothing happened. –Am I not saying it right?
After about twenty minutes of failed attempts and mispronounced spells Morgana was hopeless.
-I am never going to do this- she announced finally, sounding utterly defeated.
-You can't give up, it's not easy. It takes practice, you'll see. Maybe we should do something easier. Push that pitcher off the table.
-What?
-Trust me- Merlin responded, coming closer to her and the table.
Morgana did as he told her, and gasped when she saw the vessel stopped just before hitting the ground, after her friend's Gestillan.He then levitated it onto the table again.
The King's Ward was on the verge of expressing her astonishment when she heard steps from the hall. Seconds later, Arthur walked in, giving new tasks to Merlin from the door. He lost his ability to speak when he saw who else was there.
-Arthur- she said smiling.
-Morgana, what are you doing here?
-I am aware of the fact that your mental abilities are not what one would call impressive, Arthur, bit given that these are your chambers I expected you to figure this mystery on your own.
-Ah, Morgana, hilarious as ever.
-I came to inform you that I will be visiting my father's grave in a few days. –which was true anyway. She couldn't think of another excuse.
-And you knew that you would miss me so sorely that you decided to spend as much time with me as you possibly could? How incredibly sweet of you.
-What can I say, you know me too well. –she deadpanned.
She was leaving when he caught her hand. He looked her in the eyes, the playful smirk replaced by a gentle smile.
-Seriously, though, are you alright? You didn't seem well yesterday. –he half-whispered, genuine concern visible in his eyes. Morgana smiled, really smiled, and answered that everything was perfectly alright. And for the first time in a long while, it really was.