Morgana curled her arms around her cold knees as images of Morgause flashed in her cloudy mind. She could hear Morgause's devilish laughter ringing in her ears. Her eyes closed tightly when a fiery Morgause bounced in her mind. Morgause stirring a spell. Brown eyes narrowed as Morgause plotted against Uther. Now, she had nothing again. Numbness filled her heart; sadness reigned in her weakened body.

Her eyes followed Merlin's swift movements when his large feet cracked twigs. Merlin hurried away from Morgana. He offered a few words of sympathy. His face was set like stone. He built a wooden altar

"Why?"

Merlin offered Morgana a blank look. "why what?'

"Why are you being nice?"

Merlins shrugged. "I never wanted to see you suffer, Morgana. You chose a difficult path. And, I too, have lost someone special because of dark magic."

"A lecture."

"The truth. Morgana, you see your worst enemy, every time that you look in mirror. You need to control and destroy will be your downfall." Merlin offered Morgana a hand."It's time to say goodbye." Merlin laid Morgause's stiff cold body on a bed of brown wooden sticks.

Morgana touched her hand lightly. "Good bye, Sister."

Morgana and Merlin stood silently as bright red flames consumed Morgause's body. Heavy black smoke rose to touch a darken sky.

Gwen's feet walked softly on the cold stone floor. She waved her arms as she yawn tiredly. A few rays of sunlight crept along the walls. Her head titled when she heard voices engaged in a loud angry conversation. Fear formed in her stomach. She clasped her hands tightly in front of her.

She turned the corner to walk into her living area. Surprised filled her brown eyes." Kilgharrah?"

The Great Dragon lowered his head in greeting. "Good morning, Guinevere."

Gwen walked over and rubbed Bob's head. Her other hand patted Kilgharrah's rough nose.

"I thought I heard voices. I must be going daft."

Kilgharrah arched an eyebrow at Bob. Gwen's baby frowned, and shook his head defiantly." You do it, or I will, Bob," Kilgharrah ordered.

Gwen was utterly confused. "What's going, Bob? My little darling, you can't answer me. Or have you learned to speak? " Kilgharrah snorted as he sat in the window. His large head peeking into Gwen's living area.

Bob fluttered his wings. "Mother," Bob whined. "I've been a bad dragon."

Gwen stepped back. "Did you speak a complete sentence?'

Bob shrugged. "Mother, I can speak for awhile now. I'm sorry. I was jealous… of Arthur, and now I have been bad. A very bad dragon."

Gwen's mouth dropped open. Bob rushed over and wrapped his arms around Gwen's leg. His distressed tail knocked over tables and chairs. Her tears dampened her green gown." Gwen stroked his head." Whatever did you do, Bob?"

"I forget to tell Merlin and you that Arthur… has an evil piece of glass in his heart. He needs you to kiss him …to break the spell."

Gwen rolled her eyes. Again?"

Kilgharrah chuckled. "Kisses of true love are tiring, but quite effective. You don't seem shocked over Arthur's dire situation, Guinevere?"

Gwen smiled. "Arthur and Merlin always seem to find trouble. Gawain isn't much help," Gwen laughed."

"You are quite reasonable and wise, dear girl. Tonight, I'll fly you to Camelot, and in the morning, I'll return to the tower."

Gwen wrung her hands nervously. "You won't stay for me. A quick kiss, correct?"

"Young pen dragon, will not allow you to leave until morning. I'm not in the mood to play philosopher to Merlin or listened to the witch's mindless cries. I'm far too old for nonsense. Besides, I might eat Uther. Even though, he would be a nasty meal."

Gwen laughed when Kilgharrah shuddered in distaste.

"Mother?'

"Yes, Bob?'

"Are you angry?"

"No, my naughty little dragon, I knew you could speak. You talk in your sleep."

Bob's sharp little mouth dropped open. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you? A big chunk of my heart belongs to you. Nothing will ever change my love for you, not even Arthur."

"He's mean and grumpy."

"He grows on you."

"Like a rash?"

"No, Bob, your heart will soft toward Arthur."

Bob lowered his head in shame. His lips puckered. His eyes widened. He licked Gwen's leg. "Can I have honey for breakfast?'

"Served with bread?"

"No, just honey?"

"No."

"Sugar?"

"No."

"Maple syrup?"

"No."

Bob rubbed his head. "An apple?"

"Yes, apples and cheese."

Kilgharrah shook his head. "The breakfast of dragons. Excuse me; I'll go find something warm to nibble on.

Gwen pushed her hood to her shoulders. Her brown eyes roamed over Arthur's gleaming bare torso. Moonlight touched his silky blonde hair. His bed dipped her Gwen's sat next to him. Her hand lovingly traced his handsome features. Her thumb lightly touched his soft pink lips. Arthur's leg twitched under his light coverings.

"Goodness, I love you, Arthur Pendragon."

Gwen leaned over and brushed her lips across his mouth. Reluctantly, Gwen moved away from Arthur. He remained deep in his sleep. His body as still as a rock.

"It didn't work. Maybe, a kiss isn't enough."

Gwen eyed Arthur warily. "Maybe, he'll be better in the morning. I'll go visit with Merlin and Gauis." Gwen gave Arthur's cheek a quick peck. She raised her hood over her curly locks. She tiptoed towards Arthur's door. Her hand wrapped around the cool brass handle. Soft light from the hallways crept into Arthur chamber when Gwen opened the door slightly. She jumped when a large hand covered hers, and the door shut loudly. Her eyes closed when she felt his hands untying her cloak. Her cloak pooled around her feet.

"It's a high treason to sneak into my chamber."

Gwen smiled. "I thought I was always welcomed, milord."

Arthur kissed her jaw. "You are always welcomed. You aren't allowed to sneak out."

"I didn't want to disturb you."

"Well, you did, and you must deal with the consequences."

"I have nothing to offer."

"You have everything to offer, Guinevere mine"

Arthur pulled Gwen towards his bed. Gwen pulled in the other direction. "Arthur…"

Arthur laughed. "Just a few kisses, and a goodnights sleep."

Gwen smiled as she nodded in understanding.

Gwen sat on Arthur's bed as he removed her shoes. Her hands brushed his hair softly. Arthur pressed his hands on her knees and raised his large frame to tower Gwen. Gwen gasped in shock when Arthur captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He slowly pressed her down on his bed.

"Arthur, you promised," Gwen muttered breathlessly. "Just a few kisses."

"Just kisses, and sleep. I promise, Gwen. Pecks don't work in the middle of the night."

"Arthur-"

His lips covered Gwen's.

Igraine stood over Uther's sleeping body; her hand tightly clutching Hecate's s jeweled dagger. Her thin chest rose and fell. Shimmering tears covered her blue eyes. She licked her dry lips. Her feet carried her body to Uther's bed. Her arms rose over her head. Her eyes closed tightly. She inhaled deeply. Igraine moaned in anguish when the smell of death washed over her senses. The dagger clattered on the floor as Igraine sank to the floor in despair.

Her blonde hair moved lifelessly as her head hung. "Uther's dying?' Igraine shook her head in disbelief. "Why do I care? I came here to kill you… I would have, for Arthur," Igraine mumbled. Yet, I can't think of anything. Would I have offered you for Arthur like you did me? "Her eyes closed painfully. "You laid with Vivian and gave her a child. An insult and pain. You sent me to my death, and still, in the midst of my pain. I loved you… I still love you, and I hate hate you."

Igraine climbed onto Uther bed. She crawled to his side. She brushed her lips across Uther's warm forehead. "Just for tonight." Igraine snuggled next to Uther. He turned to his side, and gathered her close. She felt his breath, hot and moist of her neck.

Uther embraced Igraine tightly; her blonde hair covering his face. Uther's eyes popped open. His eyes wandered over Igraine's sleeping form. "Igraine?" He shut his eyes and enjoyed his dream. "I love you, Igraine. " A tear streamed her closed eyes.

A/N: Gwen's a mom; they know what we do! My nephew has Autism. He plays the food game with my mom. He names things until she says yes. Up next: Cenred pays a visit to Gwen. Morgana talks with Cenred, and the end!

PS. I don't know if this makes sense! I'm currently babysitting. Molly, the American Bulldog Terrier is on my shoulder (86 pounds) and whining for walk. I don't take her because she eats geckos. Yuck!