Author's Note: This drabble is for Elin Marc, who requested a little Mergana. And I have to thank her because she sparked a sort of neat idea.
Night of Enchanted Dreams – Part 1
Merlin woke confused.
He'd been dancing with Morgana.
Impossible on so many levels.
She'd been laughing at something he said –
Merry laughter, lacking even the smallest shade of irony or disdain.
Her green eyes were trusting, innocent.
He was overwhelmed with memories, and his painstakingly hardened heart melted.
If it was only a dream, why could he remember the curve of her waist and the texture of her dress?
And there was something more:
He sensed strong magic.
It was morning – time to get Arthur's breakfast.
He groaned.
Magic or not, he wished to return to that dream.