Hello guys! I promised I'd have a quick update and here it is :D finally I feel back on track with this story so believe me more is to come soon, thank you very much for the review, I hope you still enjoy this.

Chapter Six – Cruel Intentions

Morgana moved down to the stables in a beautiful purple blouse with a small moon close to the hem and in breeches, her hair up in an elegant bun for her to ride easily. She hoped the tension would be away from last night –which had been adorned with nightmares once again- but she sighed when she reached the stables and sensed something was off. She moved inside and found Arthur close to his fallen stallion, Albion.

'What's wrong?' she asked and Arthur moved from his knees close to his fallen horse to her, his blue eyes darkened with concern.

'I came here about twenty minutes ago, found him like this, maybe something he ate or some germ, he's struggling to breath. I have summoned the vets.' Arthur said, Morgana didn't need more than a glance to see how much Arthur loved his horse, she glanced at the poor black stallion.

'I can help…' Morgana offered quietly, Arthur looked at her in something mixed between surprise and remorse.

'How?' he asked and she gave him a small smile.

'Magic, but since you're father has forbidden me to use it, you need to keep everyone out of the stable,' Morgana said, in Avalon only severe illnesses were incurable but this just required a strong spell.

'I…I-' Arthur stammered, that would be a direct violations of the King's orders, allowed by the Prince himself. He had been warned not to get too friendly with the witch and he already had dreams full of her sensual body swaying around him, now he was considering allowing her to do magic… in his own kingdom! He was ready to deny, even scold her for suggesting something like that, magic was tricky and evil, banned from his land, he was ready to give her a lecture over why Avalon and Mora were distanced by Camelot and Caerleon but the sound of pain from his stallion made his heart kick painfully in his own chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he would regret it but opened his eyes and stared in her crystal green eyes.

'Very well, I'll secure the place.' Arthur said and Morgana nodded slightly as he moved from before her, brushing her arm as he did so with his own, she sighed, why had she even suggested something like that? She shouldn't have given a damn about the stallion, or anything else concerning Arthur. But no, she was a daughter of the Gods, with powers gifted by them, she had to use them to save another being, even if it was Arthur's, she kept telling herself.

She glanced behind her and saw Arthur locking them in the stable and moving close to her again. She sighed as she felt a bit trapped with him in there, maybe she could just stab him and run, having killed the Heir, Morgause would be delighted… she shook away the dark thoughts and fall to her knees before the stallion, patting his neck carefully.

'What happened to you…' she whispered as she closed her eyes and set her hands above the stallion who remained frozen, feeling the waves of magic scanning his body. Morgana felt heat beneath her palm as she passed her hand over the horse's abdominal area. She nodded to herself, feeling Arthur's eyes on her back, she pressed her palms together above the place and closed her eyes, concentrating on the task.

'Ic pe purhhaele pinu licsar mid pam sundorcraeft paere ealdan ae!Morgana cast the spell and let out a gasp as she felt her body shaking in the force of her powers, the horse gave a gasp and then struggled to get up on all fours. Arthur rushed close to calm it down as Morgana had been left on the floor to catch her breath, he made sure the panicked horse didn't hit her.

Arthur turned to Morgana, offering both his hands for her to stand up, she took them, still feeling a little lightheaded as she smiled at him. He smiled back gratefully, he couldn't believe he had witnessed actual magic before his very eyes. Before he could think twice of it, he hugged her tightly to him, his arms wrapping around her body and bringing her close. She was frozen for a mare second before she could response and hug him back, refusing to accept the butterflies in her stomach, the goose-bumps all over her skin or her heart's wild beating.

They remained in the hug, breaths stolen, bodies close, Morgana's head resting on Arthur's chest as his own rested on the crown of her own head, it felt cozy, right, fitting, peaceful and…

They broke the hug at the same time, smiled at each other uncomfortably in silence and finally moved a step away from each other, still in the locked stable.

'See? Magic is not that evil after all,' Morgana said a bit breathlessly before they could hear the vets knocking on the doors, the both sighed as this was the end of their privacy. 'Keep him in for a couple of days, let him rest and tell them to keep him hydrated, not to give him too much food or force him to eat if he doesn't feel like to.' Morgana added and Arthur nodded his head quickly, willing to follow her instructions, he didn't want even to begin and think why he had hugged her, why she felt even more divine than in his dreams or why he longed body back against hers…. 'I guess our riding is delayed once again?' Morgana asked but this time Arthur shook his head.

'No my Lady, I can take another horse while you'll have Josephine…' Arthur offered and Morgana nodded, now that his head was clear of worry and fear over his beloved stallion and he pushed away the thoughts considering her body, Arthur noticed Morgana's clothes.

'You're not in a dress,' he pointed out as they both opened the doors for the vets to enter while they moved outside so they could go to the next chamber where the other horses were held. Morgana smirked and nodded her head.

'You'd expect me to sleep in a dress?' she asked teasingly. Arthur tried to keep the mental image away, as he had one similar last night, where she was laid on his bed in a dress and he was moving his hands up her legs, under her skirts. Oh Dear GOD! 'I wouldn't ride in a dress, your highness… we're not in the Elizabethan Era… Princesses and Queens are allowed to weare the clothes of their liking…' Morgana said and Arthur smiled and nodded his head.

'Mother of all of us…' he said, regarding Elizabeth and the Golden Age she once had brought to Britain. 'Great Queen, opposed to Magic…' Arthur added, half-teasingly, half-seriously, he wanted to know her opinion about everything, their upbringing was so different and he was thirsty to see the world from the eyes of someone so different, yet so fitted with him at the same time.

'Not that opposed… considering she was born by a sorceress…' Morgana commented and Arthur looked at her with interest.

'I think we both know it was only Henry's blaming as to get rid of her and get married to Jane Seymour….' Arthur said but Morgana shook her head as they took out their horses and mounted. He was surprised to see the ease with which she moved up to Josephine, patting her neck and smiling at him again, the sunny day of Camelot was giving her an almost inhuman glow upon her skin, hair and eyes.

'Depends on which country's history you've been studying, my lord…' Morgana said with mirth in her voice. He looked at her with even deeper curiosity and she quiet liked it. From where she came from, there weren't many people unaware of the true history, she liked that she could make him look so surprised and intrigued. They started slowly next to each other, as to have their horses ready for the race, she had to admit, his breeches matched with his deep blue shirt perfectly and it made his eyes so intense she could hardly take her own from him.

'What do you mean?' Arthur asked and Morgana smiled.

'Queen Anne Boleyn comes from my line… my mother's to be exact… and if you think, my Lord that she was beheaded by Henry, I'm afraid I will disappoint you…'

'But…'

'But a society ruled by men has history as it wants to be. Truth is Anne Boleyn retired from the face of this world when she had to… and allowed her daughter to bring the Golden Age in our lands… if she had tried to have a son when it wasn't her destiny to have one, she would have died indeed… When a woman gets what she isn't to have… usually ends up dead…' Morgana said, and she felt as if slipping one more hint about him and Queen Igraine, she held herself, it was too soon yet. 'But why bother with Death's claws when you have seen through your powers you daughter becoming one of the greatest monarchs in history?' Morgana said and Arthur looked at her dumbstruck, he couldn't believe his ears, she could see it clearly. ' You would be fascinated if you were to visit the Esbats Library in Avalon city… especially the History section…' Morgana added as she hurried her mare for a small sprint.

Arthur followed, still muted as he needed to consider that all kinds of historical facts he knew were probably false, if it was for Morgana to be right that was…

Two eyes watched the pair on the horses in anxiety from one of the palace's chambers. Merlin took a huge breath as he saw Arthur and Morgana galloping faster and faster, racing each other to the lake of the royal gardens in the sunny day, their laughter was heard from across the grounds.

The past night had been horrible for the young man, he had been numb at first, with the revelations of Morgana's secret communication with Queen Morgause, he had heard of so many things, but he had no idea how to tell Arthur about them, if he dared utter a word, Morgana would expose him as well and then he would be in jeopardy. Merlin jumped in his skin when the door of the office he shared with Gaius opened and the old man entered it. Merlin rushed close to him as the man looked at the young boy with concern.

'Why the urgent call?' he asked and Merlin gestured for the both of them to sit down, a servant moved inside, ready to serve breakfast but Merlin declined and sent him away.

'Yesterday I overheard Morgana speaking through something magical in her hands with Queen Morgause. They said something about a wedding of Morgause with king Cenred. They mentioned King Merrick of Mercia and Morgana's interest in him as a bride. They talked about luring Arthur into something, Morgana tries to get him closer and then they said something about the Druids being threatening Avalon and possibly Camelot.' Merlin said in one breath and Gaius looked at him with a deep frown. 'And I can't tell Arthur because I will have to expose my magic, what am I to do, Gaius?' the young man finally finished his rant and looked at his mentor with feared eyes.

'Morgana tries to lure Arthur closer and Morgause is to get married to Cenred?...' Gaius asked and Merlin felt the older man's response was a bit anticlimactic… he expected the news of the Druids' possible attack and Morgana's evil plans were kind of worse than the things Gaius picked up from his revelations…

'Yeah… why's that so important?' Merlin asked and Gaius looked at the younger man with worried eyes.

'Be sure that Morgana is not sent here by her sister the Queen as to build bridges with Camelot… I think we all know that…' Gaius started and Merlin nodded his head, more or less everyone was suspicious of the young Princess. 'Well what not many people know is the existence of two prophesies concerning the Le Fay sisters…' Gaius went on and Merlin looked at him.

'What prophesies?' he asked and Gaius sighed.

'One of them was made by the sorceress Nimueh when the Kingdoms of Albion united under one crown and seven thrones… and the other was made when Morgana was born, after Morgause, Cenred and Arthur of course who was the eldest of the heirs of Albion…' Gaius said and Merlin looked at him with worried eyes, he knew things were worse than he though as it seemed.

'The second prophesy was made by Nimueh as if to curse Uther for imprisoning her for the doom of Queen Igraine… but in her prophesy, Nimueh made sure to include Uther's worst enemies, the women of Camelot…' Gaius added and Merlin waited.

"The day Camelot's blood is taken to the magical Side

The Sorceress will be Free and that will be the Time

For the Royal blood of the Isles to have

Camelot's blood spilt in the name of the Craft."Gaius words were clear and matched more or less what Merlin had heard the Le Fays talking about.

'So you think Morgan will try to take Arthur to her side… then Nimueh will be freed, and somehow Morgana will have Arthur spilling some kind of blood in the name of Magic… therefore Avalon…' Merlin tried to understand the meaning of the prophesy.

'Prophesies can have more than one meaning, the tricky part is to clarify which one is the right version, but yes… right now this seems as the right version of it…' Gaius said and Merlin sighed, things were worse than he dared thought. 'And what about the first prophesy? The one made first?' Merlin asked and Gaius sighed again.

"The royal womb with a Fay's blood will bear

The King's Perfect Son

The Son who will unite the Realm Like no other Man

His Parents will be: the Beautiful Fay and the Powerful King…" Gaius gave the prophesy that had been made first and Merlin this time frowned.

'This is…' Merlin tried but Gaius nodded.

'Fitting for both Le Fays… I think Morgana is not aware of this prophesy, I'm not sure if she's aware of either of the prophesies but I can only guess that Morgause's plan is for Morgana to be here and fulfill the earliest prophesy so she can stay the only candidate for the prime prophesy. Because as it is now, both Morgana and Morgause can carry the sons of powerful kings, Merrick in Morgana's case and Cenred for Morgause's case… they are both beautiful like the prophesy says and they both have the blood of the fairies… and they're associated with great Kings…' Gaius said and Merlin rubbed his face in his palms. 'Yet… there is the chance we're rendering the prophesy in the wrong way…' Gaius tried once again and Merlin groaned.

Even if he was to expose Morgana and destroy the fulfillment of the newest prophesy, there would be the other one to come out true. Arthur was to be the High King since he was the oldest, if Merrick and Morgana or Morgause and Cenred were to have sons, they would first step over Arthur's dead body as to take the throne…

'Do not despair, Merlin, right now, all we can do is have Morgana under a watchful eye, you can't expose her, she will be banned from Camelot but you will be rotting on a spike by Uther… we need to try and change things differently.' Gaius said and Merlin sighed and nodded his head, he felt as Arthur was already doomed by both prophesies but he had to remain positive and calmed as to help his best friend and future king of Albion…

oooh ok... we had armor here... a lot of armor, don't complain :P and a hug... and Morgana using magic, the spell i used was actually the one merlin used in the Crystal Cave on Morgana, what u think of the armor bits? I wanted to blend Anne Boleyn and Elizabeth I a) because i love them, b) because this is an au moden fic so Albion has more or less the kings and queens Britain has... and we learnt about one more prophesy... what u think? can't wait for your reviews!