Morgana couldn't be certain, but during one of Uther's fevered rants, she thought he called her darling.

But that couldn't be right. He didn't care. He wouldn't acknowledge her as blood. He detested her magic and so, even if he didn't know it, he automatically detested her. He preferred Arthur rather obviously.

Morgana hastily wiped a tear from her cheek. Days like these made her miss the man she had called father. Days like these made her wonder if he would have still loved her had he known the truth.

She hoped so. She couldn't lose the memory of that.