A/N So, people seemed to like my drabble, much to my surprise, so i decied to write another chapter and make it into a story. This was beta'd by my friend Anna who is awesome. So yeah on with it...

Morgana lead her once ladies maid though the winding corridors until they reached a giant oak door. Morgana indicated for Gwen to open it, and she did so tentatively. Inside was a spectacular sight; a long banquet table with an array of fresh food on it, contrasting with the mass of cobwebs littered around it.

Taking Gwen's hand, Morgana led her to the head of the table and helped her into the seat. She then took a place to the left of Gwen.

'Help yourself to anything you want,' the raven haired beauty said.

'This is all for me?' Gwen asked with a wide-eyed expression.

'This is for our friendship.'

Morgana raised her glass to indicate a toast, Gwen did the same.

'To us.' Morgana smiled.

'To us.'

They ate their food, laughing about the 'good days' talking of how much they missed each other and whispering of how they were going to take down Arthur.

'He is a cancer on Camelot' Morgana spat, 'Arthur deserves no crown, it is rightfully mine. My dear lady, have you heard what I have gone though at the hands of my brother, your husband?'

Guinevere shook her head.

'I..'

Gwen took her lady's hand; this gave Morgana the courage to continue. 'I was captured and shackled to a pit in the ground. There was no light, no fresh air, no water or food. Every day, I would be brought up to my captor and tortured. Tortured for having magic - the magic I was born with - tortured for being the sister of a worthless King and tortured for Uthur's sin's. I curled up and wished for death, as I knew that would be easier. But now, I have my Guinevere back. I went thought all that for something at least.'

She wasn't ready to tell Gwen about Aithusa being her only companion in the darkest of time, but she knew that was to come. Gwen would accept her Dragon as she accepted her. Looking up into the now queen's eye's, Morgana noticed tears spilling from them.

'Please do not cry, my Guinevere; it was worth something in the end.'

'I'm just so very sorry for what you have been though. I wish I could have changed your fate, but I could not do so. Arthur, though he came to me for advice, would never listen when I told him that not all magic is bad. You are the proof of that.'

Morgana blinked back a tear herself. This girl, whom she was once very close with and then despised with every fibre of her being, felt guilty for the treatment which was forced upon her.

'Come, let us not talk about what we cannot change. You need a hot bath and a bed to sleep in. I have just those things.'

The Raven stood and held her hand out to her Sparrow and with one graceful movement, Gwen was on her feet, leaning on Morgana as the latter took her to have a wash and a good night's sleep.

Gwen had a feeling that she could get used to this and unbeknown to her, Morgana had the same feeling.

A/N What do you think?

{Jade}