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One particularly sunny afternoon, Morgana was sitting in her chambers, looking wistfully at Arthur from the window as he practised with his brand new sword in the courtyard below. Unable to resist the temptation, she went to join him. He looked up as she approached

"Morgana? What are you here for?"

"I want to play,"

Arthur laughed. "I'm not playing Morgana, I'm training."

"And I'm bored."

Arthur paused, rolled his eyes and then placed his sword carefully back in its scabbard.

"Okay, what do you want to play?"

"Let's play outlaws!" Her face lit up as she thought of the idea. Arthur grinned back at her and together they raced off into the forest.

"Bet you can't catch me!" Morgana shouted, racing ahead.

"Hey! It's my turn to be the outlaw!" Arthur yelled.

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine – I'll race you to the pond. Whoever gets there first is the outlaw," Morgana decided generously.

"That's not fair, you're already ahead of me!" Arthur argued.

"Scared I'll beat you?" she challenged, her eyes glinting.

Arthur didn't bother replying, just began to run as fast as he could. Morgana turned and sprinted off into the woods as he chased after her.

Panting and scrambling, they continued to race until Morgana eventually arrived at the pool, Arthur no more than a metre behind her.

"I win!" she crowed in delight.

"No you don't – you cheated – you shoved me over!"

"Can't you just accept that I'm faster than you, Arthur?" Morgana asked, smirking.

He leapt towards her and she tripped, caught off guard by is shove, landing in the muddy pond behind her. Morgana shrieked and grabbed Arthur's foot, dragging him in, too.

"You idiot!" he yelped, splashing her. She giggled and he couldn't help laughing too as he looked at her sitting in the mud with weed snaking around her arms and in her hair. Before long, the two of them had begun to roll around laughing and splashing each other in the shallow mud. Arthur had to admit, it was fun to play with Morgana most of the time when she wasn't being a bossy know-it-all.

He was distracted from his thoughts as Morgana doused him in another almighty splash of water. Seeking revenge, he scooped up a handful of mud and leaves from the edge of the pool and dumped it unceremoniously on her head.

"Arthur!" she scolded angrily. "You've just covered my hair in mud! I'm supposed to look pretty for the Valentines' Ball tonight!"

She didn't manage to look angry for long before he hit her with another load of water, getting rid of most of the leaves and twigs, but also soaking her even more.

"What?" he asked innocently, "It's only a bit of water!"

Giggling and teasing, the two youngsters ran across the fresh grass back to the castle and stopped short as they were confronted by a fuming Uther.

"What have you been doing?" he raged, "You've been out for hours with no word left behind, have disrupted the preparations for the feast and return in a filthy state. Who's going to explain this?"

Morgana opened her mouth, but Arthur stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, we were just playing father."

"Ridiculous. This behaviour is entirely inappropriate and not at all what I would expect from my son." Uther turned on Arthur but Morgana jumped in:

"It was my fault. I persuaded Arthur to play me because I was bored." Her small voice rang out in the empty hall, loud and unafraid. Morgana had never been afraid of confronting people, even Uther.

He narrowed his eyes.

"I would have expected you to have more sense. Disgracing yourself like this is low behaviour indeed. You will be punished severely." Uther ranted for another ten minutes before dismissing them angrily.

As soon as they were out of the hall Arthur turned to Morgana.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," he said, sticking out his hand.

"It's okay," she replied, taking it, "That's what friends do."

Later that evening, having been kept in her room for several hours and missing yet another Valentines' Ball, Morgana knocked on Arthur's door. He opened it and, seeing her, smiled and let her in.

"You're cleaned up too then," he noted, looking at her damp hair and clean dress.

"Anna made me have a bath for hours," she complained "and then she brushed my hair really hard."

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, I had to do that too. Well, not the hair part obviously." He amended. Morgana giggled.

"Let's find something to do," Arthur suggested.

"We could tell stories."

He accepted the idea and they both crawled into his huge bed, snuggling down under the thick blanket.

When Uther went into Arthur's room after the ball, he had almost forgotten the earlier incident and it was erased from his mind completely as he looked at the scene before him. Even a man like Uther Pendragon could not hold a grudge when looking upon his young son and ward curled up in bed, obviously exhausted and yet, even in their sleep, still holding each other's warm, comforting hands.

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