[ I hope you all like this chapter! It took me a while to finally decide on where I planned to pick it up. Would you guys prefer it, if on chapter 5 I just skipped to where Arthur and Morgana were around 17/18. I have a far better plot for them when they are around that age! I'm kinda stuck at what to do now, so I may just have them a bit older in chapter 5, where I can do soooo much more with them, since they will be that bit older, but let me know what you think! I love all your reviews, they help shape my story! And all your lovely compliments about my writing! I promise for chapter 5 onwards my chapters will have more indepth plots, they'll be a lot more spicier and I will try not to disappoint. (: ]

Chapter 4

"A Friendship Blossoms."

The years slowly slipped past, as everyone in Camelot grew older and wiser in their years, but of course this changed affected no one more than the Prestigious Prince and the Wistful Ward. The Lady Morgana was now at the tender age of fifteen, whilst the Prince had just turned fourteen a few months previous. Arthur, if truthful had grown quite fond of the Lady Morgana- he had never been very comfortable around girls, but their relationship was different since she was not like many girls. She was very mischievous and often would rather help him train for his battles than go and try on dresses or go pick flowers, as he expected many girls to rather do. Uther was more than pleased at the strong foundation they had created, he was glad his son was much more talkative now at mealtimes, and that he would often wait for Morgana afterwards to go find something to do with her.

The years since Morgana had joined Camelot had passed quickly, with lots of new changes, one being that she now had a new maid- who was fourteen. Uther found it appropriate that she be suited for a new maid when she turned twelve, since she was a growing girl and needed a similar friend to accompany her for the rest of her years. Guinevere was a kind and gentle girl, that often fussed around Morgana- and although she sometimes had some difficulty doing up Morgana's dresses since Morgana was slightly taller than her, she still went out of her way to make sure the King's ward was looked after.

Morgana had been quite distraught at the time when she lost Helena as a maid, but Uther insisted that it was either now or later but a new maid had to be allocated. Helena was transported to the kitchens, Uther still giving her a job in the castle, just not as his Ward's maid. Morgana had grown to love Guinevere though, and found that she was much easier to talk to since she was of the same age as her, rather than talking to a grown woman about her teenage problems. Helena was a great maid in the time she served Morgana, but she would just never understand.

The Lady Morgana went down to breakfast that morning, to greet the King and the Prince, as she normally did. Guinevere helped Morgana into her seat before she stood back, along with the rest of the servants. The King was looking over some important documents, as he munched on an apple, he was wearing his trademark leather gloves, as he turned the pages of the parchment before him. He muttered out a 'Morning' to Morgana with a small nod as she began into her breakfast, but it was clear he was not to be disturbed. Arthur had a smirk on his lips as he sat back in his chair, taking a sip from his goblet of water as he glared at her. "What?" Morgana said after a few moments as she met his gaze and furrowed her eyebrows in a sardonic, playful way. "You took your time coming down here." He muttered, holding the goblet to his lips. "And whats that to you?" Morgana teased. "Typical girl..." Arthur sighed sarcastically with a playful smirk on his lips as he tossed his eyes in the air, taking another sip of his water.

Arthur jerked the cup from his mouth suddenly as he leaned his elbows on the table. "Ow!" He groaned as he felt the sharp kick of Morgana's foot on his heel. She smirked back at him as she buttered her bread, before she dropped her knife to feel Arthur's foot whack her leg harshly, it was bound to leave a bruise. "How inappropriate!" Morgana gasped sarcastically- but she was halted by Uther's hand being raised to shush her. "Quiet, both of you..." He muttered, still gazing down at the Parchment, "I'm trying to work..." He mumbled.

"Inappropriate?" Arthur laughed. "How?" He cackled into his goblet, before Uther silenced him again. Morgana ignored the King and proceeded to answer Arthur. "Well, I'd assume it was inappropriate to kick a lady under the table." She explained smugly. "But.. You're not a Lady, are you?" Arthur teased, before Morgana pulled her bread from her mouth. "Oi!" She half-laughed, but more surprised than anything, before she stuck her boot into his shin again.

Morgana laughed loudly, as Arthur kicked her back under the table, she continued to return each of these bad mannerisms, not caring that they hurt severely. Arthur tried to be delicate with each kick, but he knew she would give it back twice as hard, so he stuck his boot repeatedly into her shin, before she was squealing for him to stop, in the process however of their loud laughter Uther banged his fist down on the table making everything shake. "WILL YOU BOTH BE QUIET!" He shouted loudly, before Morgana turned, pulling her hand around to knock over her perfectly full goblet of water. The goblet's contents sailed over Uther's parchment before it rattled onto the floor. "MORGANA!" Uther shouted loudly, as Morgana gasped, her heart in her mouth- all humor and happiness washed from her face. "My Lord, I'm so sorry!" She told him, almost begging for forgiveness, but Uther wasn't worried. "These were important Council documents! Now, now they're ruined!" Uther shouted into the young girl's porcelain face. "Father!" Arthur snapped at the King. "It was as much her fault as it was mine!" Arthur proclaimed, before standing up. "Then both of you- OUT!" He boomed through the dining hall, Morgana not half taking him serious. Uther raised his hand and pointed to the door. "NOW! I have important business to attend to today and I will NOT be disturbed!" Uther demanded for the two teenagers to leave, and soon Morgana scuttled from the hall, with Arthur by her side.

Soon the guards outside the throne room opened the doors to allow them out, Arthur half expected Morgana to be distraught by Uther's nasty reaction to her, the King had never treated his Ward like that. But, when he turned to her, she was holding her stomach in laughter, his face broke out into a wide smile to see she wasn't upset by the incident. "I'm sorry!" He told her, laughing along with her. "What for? That was one of the funniest moments I've ever had the pleasure of enduring." She barked her soft laugh, before Guinevere came behind her and Morgana's laughter stifled suddenly. "You two!" Guinevere said, beginning to scold. "That was awful!" She explained, before Morgana nudged her maid with a humorous smile. "But it was a bit funny, I suppose." Guinevere laughed.

For at least ten minutes the three teens stood in the entrance hall, all in harmony laughing at the recent events, but soon the laughter died down.

"So." Arthur said, turning to Morgana. "What will it be today? A horse ride through the forest or a battle of the training ground?" Arthur asked her, as though it were a normal thing. "I thought you were training with your Knights today?" Morgana asked, slightly bewildered. "No, thats tomorrow- so, I'll be needing all the training I can get!" He winked, nudging her arm. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm the Prince and you're the Ward." She teased, a sly tone lingering on her tongue. "Let me go change." She told him, before she disappeared up the stone steps with Guinevere, whilst Arthur departed to wait for her on the training field.

"Just the green one Gwen..." Morgana told her maid the colour of jumper she desired as she tugged off her blue gown behind the changing screen. "Another day with Arthur then, Milday..." Guinevere hinted playfully as she pulled out the forest green jumper from inside on of Lady Morgana's drawers. "Yes..." Morgana said, her eyes wandering and mind racing as to what Guinevere meant. "And?" Morgana said rather cheekily, but she felt Guinevere was being the rude one, not her. "Well... I'm just saying, it seems you two spend an awful lot of time together." Guinevere smirked as she handed Morgana over her jumper with matching pants. "I don't think that's any of your business Gwen!" Morgana snapped as she unfastened her necklace. "Oh, no! Please don't think I'm speaking out of context Milady!" Guinevere prompted as she helped Morgana on with her jumper. "But, please don't deny your feelings for the Prince." She said, giving Morgana a look that told her she wasn't stupid. "Feelings?" Morgana spat at her, surprised by her accusation- or otherwise trying to act surprised. Guinevere rose her eyebrow, before she bent down to scoop up Morgana's royal blue gown which lay like a puddle around her feet. "Honestly Guinevere, I don't know what you're talking about." Morgana snapped, turning away from her, suddenly very anxious. "So... You wouldn't say that kicking someone under a table is completely innocent?" Guinevere asked her sarcastically. "Yes!" Morgana demanded. "Fighting is the first sign of love!" Guinevere laughed finally before taking the rest of Morgana's washing and slipping out of the room. Morgana sat down at her vanity table and gasped, shocked by how blunt Guinevere actually was, before she tossed her hairbrush down violently on her table.

For the remainder of the day Morgana wasn't feeling very much like her mischievous-self and she feared Arthur noticed this when they were in the midst of battle. "Come on!" Arthur laughed, "Is something on your mind? You've left me wide open for a strike about three times already." Arthur joked, swinging his sword impressively. "Nothing..." Morgana said, trying to cover up her thoughts that were so apparent on her face. "Well prove it then." Arthur whispered as he walked past her. Morgana tried forcing a laugh- but now she was so aware of everything she said and did in the presence of the young Prince, where they feelings? Or was she just paranoid. "Ow!" She yelped as Arthur struck her foot with his blade. "Oh! Are you alright?" He asked, concerned that he had actually wounded her. "Yes, yes." She urged, as she hopped up and down on her left foot for a bit. "Are you sure you're okay?" Arthur asked, nearing her and trying to get close enough to her face as she examined her facial expressions. Morgana snapped her head away quickly- why was everything so awkward now, stupid Guinevere! "Yes.." She prompted, but she had let her guard down, Arthur knew something was up with her. "Yes, come on!" She said, trying to force a smirk and a sort of growl as she raised her sword, trying to maintain some pride. "No..." Arthur said, lowering her sword with his hand. "Whats the matter? I don't want to injure you because your minds on different thoughts!" He smirked, nudging her arm. She let a slow and awkward laugh escape her lips- she could never tell him what Guinevere said, it would ruin their friendship. "Besides, your thoughts should be on me!" Arthur laughed in an arrogant way, if his head got any bigger it would certainly explode. Morgana gasped at his last words- was he aware that she had feelings for him? But that was right, she didn't, Guinevere had just led her to believe she did, right? Morgana nodded absent mindedly as Arthur folded his arms and craned his head. "Morgana, are you unwell?" He asked her, a hint of humour in his tone. "I figure it's just an empty stomach." She explained, Arthur knowing she didn't get much breakfast because of his father's ignorant ways. "Perhaps battle wasn't the best idea, afterall." She told him, clearly lying through her teeth. "Right, right." Arthur said, nodding his head- his expression turning very serious. "Completely understandable." He told her, as he put his hand behind her back, ready to guide her up to the castle in her fragile state.

Morgana took her chance and stood on his foot as he squealed slightly before she twisted his arm and he fell to the dirty ground. "Oh, come on Arthur." She said smugly, holding her sword to his throat. "Are you really that naive?" She asked, tossing her eyes in the air as Arthur laughed at her wisdom and how he had been fooled by her trick. "I fear the day Camelot falls under your reign." She said sardonically before letting a small laugh escape her lips as Arthur scrambled to his feet. Guinevere was just playing with her head- there was no feelings here, only friendship- she was sure of it, not fully sure- but enough to soothe her mind for now.